161Enter Fustigo in some fantastike Sea-suite at one 162doore, a Porter meets him at another. 163Fust. How now porter, will
she come?
164Porter If I may tru
st a woman
sir,
she will come.
165Fust. Theres for thy paines, godamercy, if ever I
stand in
166neede of a wench that will come with a wet
finger, Porter, thou
167shalt earne my mony before anie
Clarissimo in Millane; yet
so
168god
sa mee
shees mine owne
sister body and
soule, as I am a
169chri
stian Gentleman; farewell, ile ponder till
shee come: thou
170ha
st bin no bawde in fetching this woman, I a
ssure thee.
171Porter No matter if I had
sir, better men than Porters are
173Fust. O God
sir, manie that have borne o
ffices. But Por
- 174ter, art
sure thou went
st into a true hou
se
? 175Porter I thinke
so, for I met with no thieves.
176Fust. Nay but arte
sure it was my
sister
Viola.
177Porter I am
sure by all
super
scriptions it was the partie you (ciphered.
179Porter Nor very lowe, a midling woman.
180Fust. Twas
she faith, twas
she, a prettie plumpe cheeke like (mine.
181Porter At a blu
sh, a little very much like you.
182Fust. Gods
so, I would not for a duckat
she had kickt vp hir
183heeles, for I ha
spent an abomination this voyage, marie I
184did it among
st sailers and gentlemen
: theres a little modicum
more
The converted Curtezan.
185more porter for making thee
stay, farewell hone
st porter.
186Porter I am in your debt
sir, God pre
serve you.
Exit. 188Fu. Not
so neither, good porter, gods lid, yonder
she coms.
189Si
ster
Viola, I am glad to
see you
stirring: its newes to have mee
190heere, i
st not
sister
? 191Viola Yes tru
st me: I wondred who
should be
so bolde to
192send for me, you are welcome to
Millan brother.
193Fust. Troth
sister I heard you were married to a verie rich
194chu
ffe, and I was very
sorie for it, that I had no better clothes,
195and that made me
send: for you knowe wee Millaners love to
196strut vpon Spani
sh leather. And how does all our
friends?
197Viola Very well; you ha travelled enough now, I trowe, to
198sowe your wilde oates.
199Fust. A pox on em; wilde oates, I ha not an oate to throw
200at a hor
se, troth
sister I ha
sowde my oates, and reapt 200.
201duckats if I had em, heere, mary I mu
st intreate you to lend me
202some thirty or forty till the
ship come, by this hand ile di
scharge
203at my day, by this hand.
204Viola The
se are your olde oaths.
205Fust. Why
sister, doe you thinke ile for
sweare my hand?
206Viola Well, well, you
shall have them: put your
selfe into
207better fa
shion, becau
se I mu
st imploy you in a
serious matter.
208Fust. Ile
sweare like a hor
se if I like the matter.
209Uiola You ha ca
st o
ff all your olde
swaggering humours.
210Fust. I had not
sailde a league in that great
fish-pond (the
211sea) but I ca
st vp my very gall.
212Viola I am the more
sory, for I mu
st imploy a true
swagge
- 214Fust. Nay by this yron
sister, they
shall
finde I am powlder
215and touch-box, if they put
fire once into me.
216Uiola Then lend me your eares.
217Fust. Mine eares are yours deere
sister.
218Uiola I am married to a man that haz wealth enough, and
220Fust. A linnen Draper I was tolde
sister.
221Viola Very true, a grave Cittizen; I want nothing that a
222wife can wi
sh from a husband: but heeres the
spite, hee haz
not
The converted Curtezan.
223not all things belonging to a man.
224Fust: Gods my life, hees a very mandrake, or el
se (God ble
sse
225vs,) one a the
se whiblins, and thats woor
se, and then all the chil
- 226dren that he gets lawfully of your body
sister, are ba
stards by
228Vio. O you runne over me too fa
st brother; I have heard it
229often
said, that he who cannot be angry, is no man. I am
sure
230my husband is a man in print, for all things el
se,
save onely in
231this, no tempe
st can move him.
232Fust. Slid, would he had beene at
sea with vs, hee
should ha
233beene movde and movde agen, for Ile be
sworne la, our drun
- 234ken
ship reelde like a Dutchman.
235Viola No lo
sse of goods can increa
se in him a wrinckle, no
236crabbed language make his countenance
sowre, the
stubburn
- 237nes of no
servant
shake him, he haz no more gall in him than a
238Dove, no more
sting than an Ant
: Mu
sitian will he never bee,
239(yet I
finde much mu
sicke in him,) but he loves no
frets, and is
240so
free
from anger, that many times I am readie to bite o
ff my
241tongue, becau
se it wants that vertue which all womens tongues
242have (to anger their hu bands:) Brother, mine can by no thun
- 243der turne him into a
sharpenes.
244Fust. Belike his blood
sister, is well brewd then.
245Uiola I prote
st to thee
Fustigo, I love him mo
st a
ffe
cti
- 246onately, but I know not ---- I ha
such a tickling with
- 247in mee ----
such a
strange longing; nay, verily I doo
249Fustigo Then y'are with childe
sister; by all
signes and
250tokens; nay, I am partly a Phi
sitian, and partly
something
251el
se. I ha read
Albertus Magnus, and
Aristotles em
- 253Uiola Y'are wide ath bow hand
still brother: my longings
254are not wanton, but wayward: I long to have my patient hus
- 255band eate vp a whole Porcupine, to the intent, the bri
stling
256quills may
sticke about his lips like a
flemi
sh mu
stacho, and be
257shot at mee: I
shall be leaner than the new Moone, vnle
sse I
258can make him horne mad.
259Fust: Sfoote halfe a quarter of an houre does that: make him
B Viola
The converted Curtezan.
261Wife: Puh, he would count
such a cut no vnkindenes.
262Fust. The hone
ster Cittizen he; then make him drunke and
264Wife Fie,
fie, idle, idle, hee's no French-man to
fret at the
265lo
sse of a little
scalde haire. No brother, thus it
shall be, you mu
st 267Fu: As your Mid-wife I prote
st sister, or a Barber-
surgeon.
268Wife Repaire to the
Tortoys heere in S.
Christophers streete,
269I will
send you mony; turne your
selfe into a brave man: in
steed
270of the armes of your mi
stris, let your
sword and your militarie
271scarfe hang about your necke.
272Fust. I mu
st have a great Hor
se-mans French feather too
274Wife O, by any meanes to
shew your light head, el
se your
275hat will
sit like a coxcombe: to be briefe, you mu
st bee in all
276points a mo
st terrible wide-mouth'd
swaggerer:
277Fust: Nay, for
swaggering points let me alone.
278Wife Re
sort then to our
shop, & (in my husbands pre
sence)
279ki
sse me,
snatch rings, jewells, or any thing,
so you give it backe
280agen brother in
secret.
281Fust: By this hand
sister.
282Wife Sweare as if you came but new
from knight
- 284Fust. Nay, ile
sweare after 400. a yeare.
285Wife Swagger wor
se then a Lievetenant among
fre
sh water
286souldiers, call me your love, your yngle, your coo
sen, or
so; but
288Fust: No, no, it
shall be coo
sen, or rather cuz, thats the gul
- 289ling word betweene the Cittizens wives & their mad-caps,
290that man em to the garden; to call you one a my naunts
sister,
291were as good as call you arrant whoore: no, no, let me alone to
293Wife H'az heard I have a brother, but never
saw him, there
- 294fore put on a good face.
295Fust: The be
st in
Millan I warrant.
296Wife Take vp wares, but pay nothing, ri
fle my bo
some, my
297pocket, my pur
se, the boxes for mony to dice with all; but bro
- 298ther, you mu
st give all backe agen in
secret.
Fustigo
The converted Curtezan.
299Fustigo By this welkin that heere roares I will, or el
se
300let mee never know what a
secret is: why
sister do you thinke
301Ile cunni-catch you, when you are my coo
sen, Gods my life,
302then I were a
starke A
sse; if I
fret not his guts, beg me for a
304Wife Be circum
spe
ct, and do
so then, farewell.
305Fust: The
Tortoys sister! Ile
stay there; fortie duckats.
Exit. 306Wife Thither Ile
send: this law can none deny,
307Women mu
st have their longings, or they die.
Exit.