737Enter Roger with a stoole, cushin, looking-glasse and chafing-dish. 738 Those being set downe, he pulls out of his pocket, a violl with 739 white cullor in it. And 2. boxes, one with white, another red 740 painting, he places all things in order & a candle by thē, singing 741 with the ends of old Ballads as he does it. At last Bella- 742 front (as he rubs his cheeke with the cullors, whistles with- 745Bell. What are you playing the roague about?
746Ro. About you for
sooth:
I'me drawing vp a hole in your
748Bell. Is my gla
sse there? and my boxes of complexion?
749Ro. Yes for
sooth: your boxes of complexion are
750here
I thinke: yes tis here: her's your two complexi
- 751ons, and if I had all the foure complexions,
I should
752nere
set a good face vpont,
some men
I see are borne vn
- 753der hard-fauourd plānets as well as women: zounds
I looke
worse
CVRTIZAN.
754wor
se now then
I did before, & it makes her face gli
ster mo
st 755damnably, theres knauery in dawbing I hold my life, or el
se
756this is onely female
Pomatum.
757 Enter Bellafronte not full-ready, without a gowne, shee sits 758downe, with her bodkin curles her haire, cullers her lips. 759Bell. Wheres my ru
ffe and poker you block-head
? 760Ro. Your ru
ffe, and your poker, are ingendring together
761vpon the cup-bord of the Court, or the Court-cup-bord.
762Bel. Fetch e'm: Is the poxe in your hammes, you can goe
764Ro. Wood the pox were in your
fingers, vnle
sse you could
765leaue
flinging; catch.
Exit. 766Bell. Ile catch you, you dog by and by
: do you grumble?
767 Cupid
is a God, as naked as my naile She sings. 768 Ile whip him with a rod, if he my true loue faile.
769Ro. Thers your ru
ffe,
shall I poke it?
770Bel. Yes hone
st Ro no
stay
: pry thee good boy, hold here,
771 Downe, downe, downe, down, I fall downe and arise, I neuer 773Ro. Troth M. then leaue the trade if you
shall neuer ri
se.
774Bell. What trade? good-man
Abram.
775Ro. Why that, of down and ari
se, or the falling trade.
776Bell. Ile fall with you by and by.
777Ro. If you doe,
I know who
shall
smart fort:
778Troth Mi
stris, what do
I looke like now?
779Bell. Like as you are: a panderly Sixpenny Ra
scall.
780Ro. I may thanke you for that: no faith,
I looke like an old
Hold the Candle before the diuell
.
782Bell. Vds life,
Ile
sticke my knife in your Guts and you
783prate to me
so:
Whaat?
She sings. 784 Well met, pug, the pearle of beautie:
umh, umh. 785 How now sir knaue you forget your dutie, umh, umh. 786 Marry muffe Sir, are you growne so daintie;
fa, la, la, &c. 787 Is it you Sir?
the worst of twentie, fa la, la, leera la. 788Pox on you, how doe
st thou hold my gla
sse?
789Ro. Why, as
I hold your doore: with my
fingers.
790Bell. Nay pray thee
sweet hony
Ro. hold vp hand
somely
791Sing prety Wantons warble, &c. We
shall ha gue
sts today.
I lay
THE CONVERTED
792I lay my little meadenhead, my no
se itches
so.
793Ro. I said
so too la
st night, when our Fleas twing'd me.
794Bell. So Poke my ru
ffe now, my gowne. my gown, haue (I my fall?
795Wher's my fall
Roger?
One knocks. 796Ro. Your fall for
sooth is behind.
797Bell. Gods my pittikins,
some foole or other knocks.
798Ro. Shall
I open to the foole mi
stre
sse?
799Bell. And all the
se bables lying thus? away with it quick
- 800ly, I, I, knock & be dambde, who
soeuer you be. So: giue the
801fre
sh Salmon lyne now, let him come a
shoare, hee
shall
802serue for my breakefa
st, tho he goe again
st my
stomack.
803Roger fetches in Fluello, Castruchio, and Pioratto. 805Cast. How does my
sweete acquaintance?
806Pio. Saue thee little Marmo
set: how doe
st thou good pret
- 808Bell. Well, Godamercy good pretty ra
scall.
809Flu. Roger some light
I pry thee.
810Ro. You
shall Signior, for we that liue here in this vale
811of mi
sery, are as darke as hell.
Exit. for a candle. 812Cast. Good Tabacco,
Fluello?
813Flu. Smell?
Enter Roger. 814Pio. It may be tickling geere, for it playes with my no
se (already.
815Ro. Her's another light Angell, Signior.
816Bel. What you pyed curtal, whats that you are neighing?
817Ro. I say God
send vs the light of heauen, or
some more
819Bell. Goe fetch
some wyne, and drinke halfe of it.
820Ro. I mu
st fetch
some wyne gentlemen and drinke halfe (of it.
822Cast. No let me
send pry thee.
823Flu. Hold you canker worme.
824Ro. You
shall
send both, if you plea
se Signiors.
825Pio. Stay, whats be
st to drinke a mornings?
826Ro. Hypocras
sir, for my mi
stres, if
I fetch it, is mo
st deare (to her:
827Flu Hypocras! ther then, her's a te
ston for you, you
snake
828Ro. Right
syr, her's jjj. s. vi. d. for a pottle & a manchet.
Fx. Heer's
CVRTIZAN.
829Cast. Her's mo
st Herculian
Tobacco, ha
some acquaintāce?
830Bel. Fah, not
I, makes your breath
stinke, like the pi
sse of a
831Foxe. Acquaintance, where
supt you la
st night?
832Cast. At a place
sweete acquaintance where your health
833danc'de the
Canaries y'faith: you
should ha ben there.
834Bell. I there among your Punkes, marry fah, hang-em:
835scorn't: will you neuer leaue
sucking of egs in other folkes
837Cast. Why in good troth, if youle tru
st me acquaintance,
838there was not one hen at the board, aske
Fluello.
839Flu. No faith Coz; none but
Cocks,
signior
Malauella 840drunke to thee.
Bel. O, a pure beagle; that hor
se-leach there?
841Flu. And the knight, S.
Oliuer Lollio,
swore he wold be
stow
842a ta
ffata petticoate on thee, but to breake his fa
st with thee.
843Bel. With me! Ile choake him then, hang him Mole-cat
- 844cher, its the dreaming
st snotty-no
se.
845Pio. Well, many tooke that
Lollio for a foole, but he's a
846subtile foole.
Bel. I, and he has fellowes: of all
filthy
847dry-
fisted knights,
I cannot abide that he
should touch me.
848Cast. Why wench, is he
scabbed?
849Bel. Hang him, heele not liue to bee
so hone
st, nor to the
850credite to haue
scabbes about him, his betters haue em: but
851I hate to weare out any of his cour
se knight-hood, becau
se
852hee's made like an Aldermans night-gowne, fac
st all with
853conny before, and within nothing but Foxe: this
sweete
854Oliuer, will eate Mutton till he be ready to bur
st, but the
855leane iawde-
slaue wil not pay for the
scraping of his trēcher.
856Pio. Plague him,
set him beneath the
salt, and let him not
857touch a bit, till euery one has had his full cut.
858Flu. Sordello, the Gentleman-V
sher came into vs too,
859marry twas in our chee
se, for he had beene to borrow mony
860for his Lord, of a Citizen.
861Cast. What an a
sse is that Lord, to borrow money of a
863Bell. Nay, Gods my pitty, what an a
sse is that Citizen to
865 Enter Matheo and Hypolito, who saluting the Com-, 866pany, as a stranger walkes off. Roger comes in sadly behind them. D with
THE CONVERTED
867with a potle-pot, and stands aloofe off. 868Matheo. Saue you Gallants,
signior
Fluello exceedingly
869well met, as
I may
say.
870Flu. Signior
Matheo, exceedingly well met too, as I may
872Ma. And how fares my little prettie Mi
stris?
873Bell. Eene as my little pretie
seruant;
sees three court di
- 874shes before her, and not one good bit in them: how now?
875why the diuell
stand
st thou
so? Art in a trance?
876Ro. Yes for
sooth.
Bell Why do
st not
fil out their wine?
877Ro. For
sooth tis
fild out already: all the wine that the
sig
- 878nior has be
stowde vpon you is ca
st away, a Porter ranne a
879litle at me, and
so fac'
st me downe that
I had not a drop.
880Bel. Ime accurs'd to let
such a withered Artichocke faced
- 881Ra
scall grow vnder my no
se: now you looke like an old he
882cat, going to the gallowes: Ile be hangde if he ha not put vp
883the mony to cony-catch vs all.
884Ro. No truely for
sooth, tis not put vp yet.
885Bell. How many Gentlemen ha
st thou
serued thus?
886Ro. None but
fiue hundred, be
sides prentices and
seruing
-(men.
887Bel. Doe
st thinke
Ile pocket it vp at thy hands?
888Ro. Yes for
sooth,
I feare you will pocket it vp.
889Bel Fye, fye cut my lace good
seruant,
I shall ha the mo
- 890ther pre
sently,
Im'e
so vext at this hor
se-plumme.
891Flu. Plague, not for a
scald pottle of wine.
892Ma. Nay,
sweete
Bellafronte, for a little Pigs wa
sh.
893Cast. Here
Roger, fetch more, a mi
schance. Yfaith Ac
- 895Bell Out of my
sight, thou vngodly puritanical creature.
896Ro. For the tother pottle? yes for
sooth.
Exit. 897Bell. Spill that too: what
Gentleman is that
seruant your
899Ma. Gods
so a
stoole, a
stoole, if you loue me Mi
stris en
- 900tertaine this Gentleman re
spe
ctiuely, & bid him welcome.
901Bell. Hees very welcome, pray Sir
sit.
903Flu. Count
Hypolito, i
st not
? cry you mercie
signior, you
904walke here all this while, and we not heed you? let me be
- stow
CVRTIZAN.
905stowa
stoole vpō you be
seech you, you are a
stranger here,
906we know the fa
shions ath hou
se.
907Cast. Plea
se you be heere my Lord.
Tabacco. 908Hipo. No good
Castruchio.
909Flu. You haue abandoned the Court
I see my lord
since
910the death of your mi
stre
sse, well
she was a delicate piece-be
- 911seech you
sweete, come let vs
serue vnder the cullors of your
912acquaintance
stil: for all that, plea
se you to meete here at the
913lodging of my cuz,
I shall be
stow a banquet vpon you.
914Hipo. I neuer can de
serue this kindne
sse
syr.
915What may this Lady be, whom you call cuz?
916Flu. Faith
syr a poore gentlewoman, of pa
ssing good ca
- 917riage, one that has
some
sutes in law, and lyes here in an At
- 920Flu. Hah, as all your punks are, a captens wife, or
so?
921neuer
saw her before, my Lord.
922Hipo. Neuer tru
st me a goodly creature.
923Flu. By gad when you know her as we do, youle
swear
she is
924the prettie
st, kinde
st,
sweete
st, mo
st bewitching hone
st ape
925vnder the pole. A skin, your
satten is not more
soft, nor
927Hipo. Belike then
shees
some
sale curtizan.
928Flu. Troth as all your be
st faces are, a good wench.
929Hipo. Great pitty that
shees a good wench.
930Ma. Thou
shalt haue it ifaith mi
stre
sse
: how now
signiors?
931what? whi
spering? did not
I lay a wager I
should take you
932within
seuen daies in a hou
se of vanity.
933Hipo. You did, and I be
shrew your heart, you haue won.
934Ma. How do you like my mi
stre
sse?
935Hipo. Well, for
such a mi
stre
sse: better, if your mi
stre
sse
937I mu
st breake manners gentlemen, fare you well.
938Ma. Sfoote you
shall not leaue vs.
939Bell. The gentleman likes not the ta
st of our company,
940Omni. Be
seech you
stay.
941Hipo. Tru
st me my a
ffaires becken for me, pardon me.
942Ma. Will you call for me halfe an houre hence here?
D 2 Hipe.
THE CONVERTED
944Ma. Perhaps
? fah!
I know you can,
sweare to me you wil.
945Hip. Since you will pre
sse me on my word,
I will.
Exit. 946Bell. What
sullen pi
cture is this
seruant?
947Ma. Its Count
Hipolito, the braue Count.
948Pio. As gallant a
spirit, as any in
Millan you
sweete (
Iewe,
949Flu. Oh hees a mo
st e
ssentiall gentleman, coz.
950Cast. Did you neuer heare of Count
Hipolitos ac
- 952Bell. Marymu
ffe a your counts, & be no more life in 'em.
953Ma. Hees
so malcontent!
sirra
Bellafronte, & you be ho
- 954ne
st gallants, lets
sup together, and haue the count with vs:
955thou
shalt
sit at the vpper end puncke.
956Bell. Puncke you
sowcde gurnet?
957Ma. Kings truce: come, ile be
stow the
supper to haue
959Cast. He betraies his youth too gro
sly to that tyrant me
-(lancholy.
960Ma. All this is for a woman.
961Bell. A woman
! some whore! what
sweet
Iewell i
st?
962Pio. Wod
she heard you.
Flu. Troth
so wud
I.
963Cast. And
I by heauen.
964Bell. Nay good
seruant, what woman?
Ma. Pah.
965Bell. Pry thee tell me, abu
sse and tell me:
I warrant hees
966an hone
st fellowe, if hee take on thus for a wench: good
968Ma. Byth Lord
I will not, mu
st not, faith mi
stre
sse: i
st a
969match
sirs? this night, at
Th'antilop:, for thers be
st wine, and (good boyes.
970Omni. Its done at Th'antilop.
971Bell. I cannot be there tonight.
972Ma. Cannot? bith lord you
shall.
973Bell. By the Lady I will not:
shaall
! 974Flu. Why then put it o
ff till
fryday: wut come then cuz?
975Bell. Well.
Enter Roger. 976Ma. Y'are the wa
spi
she
st Ape.
Roger, put your mi
stris in
977minde, your scurny mi
stris heere, to
sup with vs on
friday
978next: y'are be
st come like a mad woman, without a band in
979your wa
stcoate, & the lynings of your kirtle outward, like
980euery common hackny that
steals out at the back gate of her
981sweet knights lodging
Bell.
CVRTIZAN.
982Bell. Goe, goe, hang your
selfe.
Cast. Its dinner time
Matheo, (
shalls hence
? 983Omni. Yes, yes, farewell wench.
Exeunt. 984Bell. Farewell boyes:
Roger what wine
sent they for?
985Ro. Ba
stard wine, for if it had bin truly begotten, it wud
986not ha bin a
shamde to come in, her's vi.s. to pay for nur
sing
988Bell. A company of rookes! O good
sweete
Roger, run to
989the Poulters and buy me
some
fine Larkes.
991Bell. Yes faith a couple, if they be not deare.
992Ro. Ile buy but one, theres one already here.
Exit. 994Hipo. Is the gentleman (my
friend) departed mi
stre
sse?
995Bell. His backe is but new-turnd
syr.
996Hipo. Fare you well.
Bell. I can dire
ct you to him.
998Bell. If you plea
sey heele not be ab
sent long.
999Hipo. I care not much.
1000Bell. Pray
sit for
sooth.
Hipo. I'me hot.
1001If I may v
se your roome, ile rather walke.
1002Bell. At your be
st plea
sure-whew-
some rubbers there.
1003Hipo. Indeed ile none: -Indeed
I will not: thanks.
1004Pretty-
fine-lodging. I perceiue my
friend
1005Is old in your acquaintance.
Bell. Troth
syr, he comes
1006As other gentlemen, to
spend
spare howers;
1007If your
selfe like our roofe (
such as it is)
1008Your owne acquaintance may be as old as his.
1009Hipo. Say
I did like; what welcome
should
I find
? 1010Bell. Such as my pre
sent fortunes can a
fford.
1011Hipo. But would you let me play
Mathaeos part?
1013Hipo. Why imbrace you: dally with you, ki
sse:
1014Faith tell me, will you leaue him, and loue me?
1015Bell. I am in bondes to no man
syr.
Hipo. Why then,
1016Y'are
free for any man: if any, me.
1017But
I mu
st tell you Lady, were you mine,
1018You
should be all mine: I could brooke no
sharers,
1019I should be couetous, and
sweepe vp all.
D 3 I would
THE CONVERTED
1020I
should be plea
sures v
surer: faith I
should.
1022Hipo. Why
sigh you Lady? may I knowe?
1023Bell. T'has neuer bin my fortune yet to
single
1024Out that one man, who
se loue could fellow mine.
1025As
I haue euer wi
sht it: ô my Stars
! 1026Had
I but met with one kind gentleman,
1027That would haue purchacde
sin alone, to him
selfe,
1028For his owne priuate v
se, although
scarce proper:
1029Indi
fferent han
some: meetly legd and thyed:
1030And my allowance rea
sonable-yfaith,
1031According to my body-by my troth,
1032I would haue bin as true vnto his plea
sures,
1033Yea, and as loyall to his afternoones,
1034As euer a poore gentlewoman could be.
1035Hipo. This were well now, to one but newly
fledg'd,
1036And
scarce a day old in this
suttle world:
1037Twere prettie Art, good bird-lime, cunning net:
1038But come, come, faith-confe
sse: how many men
1039Haue drunke this
selfe-
same prote
station,
1040From that red tycing lip?
1041Bell. Indeede not any.
1042Hipo. Indeede? and blu
sh not!
1043Bell. No, in truth not any.
1044Hipo. Indeed
! in truth!-how warily you
sweare?
1045Tis well: if ill it be not: yet had
I 1046The ru
ffian in me, and were drawne before you
1047But in light cullors,
I doe know indeed,
1048You would not
sweare indeede, But thunder oathes
1049That
should
shake heauen, drowne the harmonious
spheres,
1050And pierce a
soule (that lou'd her makers honour)
1051With horror and amazement.
1052Bell. Shall
I sweare?
1053Wil you belieue me then?
1054Hipn. Wor
st then of all,
1055Our
sins by cu
stome,
seeme (at la
st) but
small.
1056Were
I but o're your thre
shold, a nex man,
1057And after him a next, and then a fourth,
Should
CVRTIZAN.
1058Should haue this golden hooke, and la
sciuious baite,
1059Throwne out to the full length, why let me tell you:
1060I ha
seene letters
sent
from that white hand,
1061Tuning
such mu
sicke to
Matheos eare.
1062Bell. Mathaeo! thats true, but if youle beleeue
1063My hone
st tongue, my eyes no
sooner met you,
1064But they conueid and lead you to my heart.
1065Hipo. Oh, you cannot faine with me, why,
I know Lady,
1066This is the common fa
shion of you all,
1067To hooke in a kind gentleman, and then
1068Abu
se his coyne, conueying it to your louer,
1069And in the end you
shew him a french trick,
1070And
so you leaue him, that a coach may run
1071Betweene his legs for bredth.
1073Not I: therein ile proue an hone
st whore,
1074In being true to one, and to no more.
1075Hipo. If any be di
spo
sde to tru
st your oath,
1076Let him: ile not be he, I know you feine
1077All that you
speake, I: for a mingled harlot,
1078Is true in nothing but in being fal
se.
1079What
! shall
I teach you how to loath your
selfe?
1080And mildly too
: not without
sen
se or rea
son.
1081Bell. I am content, I would faine loath my
selfe,
1083Hipo. Then if your gratious blood be not all wa
sted,
1084I
shall a
ssay to doo't.
1085Lend me your
silence, and attention,- you haue no
soule,
1086That makes you wey
so light: heauens trea
sure bought it,
1087And halfe a crowne hath
sold it: for your body
1088Its like the common
shoare, that
still receiues
1089All the townes
filth.
The
sin of many men
1090Tis within you, and thus much
I suppo
se,
1091That if all your committers
stood in ranke,
1092Theide make a lane, (in which your
shame might dwell)
1093And with their
spaces reach
from hence to hell.
1094Nay,
shall
I vrge it more, there has bene knowne,
As
THE CONVERTED
1095As many by one harlot, maym'd and di
smembred,
1096As would ha
stuft an Ho
spitall: this
I might
1097Apply to you, and perhaps doe you right:
1098O y'are as ba
se as any bea
st that beares,
1099Your body is ee'ne hirde, and
so are theirs.
1100For gold and
sparkling iewels, (if he can)
1101Youle let a
Iewe get you with chri
stian:
1102Be he a Moore, a Tartar, tho his face
1103Looke vglier then a dead mans
scull,
1104Could the diuel put on a humane
shape,
1105If his pur
se
shake out crownes, vp then he gets,
1106Whores will be rid to hell with golden bits:
1107So that y'are crueller then Turkes, for they
1108Sell Chri
stians onely, you
sell your
selues away.
1109Why tho
se that loue you, hate you
: and will terme you
1110Lickeri
sh damnation: wi
sh them
selues halfe
sunke
1111After the
sin is laid out; and ee'ne cur
se
1112Their
fruitle
sse riot, (for what one begets
1113Another poi
sons) lu
st and murder hit,
1114A tree being often
shooke, what
fruit can knit?
1116Hip. I can vexe you more;
1117A harlot is like
Dunkirke, true to none,
1118Swallowes both Engli
sh, Spani
sh, ful
some Dutch,
1119Blacke-doord Italian, la
st of all the
French,
1120And he
sticks to you faith
: giues you your diet,
1121Brings you acquainted,
fir
st with mon
sier Do
ctor,
1122And then you know what followes.
1124Ranke,
stinking, and mo
st loath
some mi
sery.
1125Hip. Me thinks a toad is happier then a whore,
1126That with one poi
son
swells, with thou
sands more
1127The other
stocks her veines: harlot?
fie!
fie,
1128You are the mi
serable
st Creatures breathing,
1129The very
slaues of nature: marke me el
se,
1130You put on rich attires, others eyes weare them,
1131You eat, but to
supply your blood with
sin,
1132And this
strange cur
se ee'ne haunts you to your graues.
From
The conuerted Courtizan.
1133From fooles you get, and
spend it vpon
slaues
: 1134Like Beares and Apes, y'are bayted &
shew tricks
1135For money, but your Bawd the
sweetne
sse licks.
1136Indeed you are their Iourney-women, and do
1137All ba
se and damnd workes they li
st set you to:
1138So that you n'ere are rich; for doe but
shew me,
1139In pre
sent memory, or in ages pa
st,
1140The faire
st and mo
st famous Courtizan,
1141Who
se
fle
sh was dear'
st; that rai
sd the price of
sin,
1142And held it vp, to who
se intemperate bo
some,
1143Princes, Earles, Lords, the wor
st has bin a knight,
1144The mean'
st a Gentleman, haue o
ffred vp
1145Whole Hecatombs of
sighs, & raind in
showres
1146Handfuls of gold, yet for all this, at la
st 1147Di
sea
ses
suckt her marrow, then grew
so poore,
1148That
she has begd e'ene at a beggers doore.
1149And (wherin heau'n has a
finger) when this
Idoll,
1150From coa
st to coa
st, has leapt on forraine
shores,
1151And had more wor
ship, thē th'outlandi
sh whores,
1152When
seuerall nations haue gone ouer her,
1153When for each
seuerall City
she has
seene,
1154Her maidenhead has bin new, & bin
sold deare:
1155Did liue wel there, & might haue dide vnknowne
1156And vndefam'd, back comes
she to her owne,
1157And there both mi
serably liues and dyes,
1158Scornd euen of tho
se, that once ador'd her eyes,
1159As if her fatall-circled life thus ranne,
1160Her pride
should end there, where it
fir
st began.
1161What, do you weep, to heare your
story read?
1162Nay, if you
spoyle your cheeks, Ile read no more.
1163Bel. O yes, I pray proceed:
1164Indeed 'twill do me good to weep indeed.
1165Hip. To giue tho
se teares a reli
sh, this I adde,
1166Y'are like the Iewes,
scatterd, in no place certain,
1167Your daies are tedious, your houres burden
some:
1168And wer't not for full
suppers, midnight Reuels,
1169Dauncing, wine, ryotous meetings, which do drowne,
1170And bury quite in you all vertuous thoughts,
E And
The conuerted Courtizan.
1171And on your eye-lids hang
so heauily,
1172They haue no power to looke
so high as heauen,
1173Youde
sit and mu
se on nothing but de
spayre,
1174Cur
se that deuil
Lust, that
so burnes vp your blood,
1175And in ten thou
sand
shiuers breake your gla
sse
1176For his temptation. Say you ta
ste delight,
1177To haue a golden Gull
from rize to Set,
1178To meat you in his hote luxurious armes,
1179Yet your nights pay for all: I know you dreame
1180Of warrants, whips, & Beadles, and then
start
1181At a dores windy creake: thinke euery Weezle
1182To be a Con
stable: and euery Rat
1183A long tayld O
fficer: Are you now not
slaues?
1184Oh you haue damnation without plea
sure for it!
1185Such is the
state of Harlots. To conclude,
1186When you are old, and can well paynt no more,
1187You turne Bawd, and are then wor
se then before
: 1188Make v
se of this: farewell.
1189Bel. Oh, I pray
stay.
1190Hip. I
see
Matheo comes not: time hath bard me,
1191Would all the Harlots in the towne had heard me.
Exit. 1192Bel. Stay yet a little longer. no: quite gone!
1193Cur
st be that minute (for it was no more.
1194So
soone a mayd is chang'd into a Whore)
1195Wherein I
fir
st fell, be it for euer blacke;
1196Yet why
should
sweet
Hipolito shun mine eyes;
1197For who
se true loue I would becom pure-hone
st,
1198Hate the worlds mixtures, & the
smiles of gold:
1199Am I not fayre? Why
should he
flye me then?
1200Faire creatures are de
sir'd, not
scornd of men.
1201How many Gallants haue drunk healthes to me,
1202Out of their daggerd armes, & thought thē ble
st,
1203Enioying but mine eyes at prodigall fea
sts!
1204And does
Hipolito dete
st my loue?
1205Oh,
sure their heedle
sse lu
sts but
flattred me,
1206I am not plea
sing, beautifull nor young.
1207Hipolito hath
spyed
some vgly blemi
sh,
1208Eclip
sing all my beauties: I am foule:
Harlot!
The conuerted Courtizan.
1209Harlot! I, that's the
spot that taynts my
soule:
1210his weapon le
ft heere? O
fit in
strument,
1211To let forth all the poy
son of my
fle
sh!
1212Thy M. hates me, cau
se my bloud hath rang'd:
1213But whē tis forth, then heele beleeue Ime chāg'd.
1214Hip. Mad woman, what art doing?
Enter Hipo. 1216Or cleaue my bo
some on thy Rapiers poynt.
1217Yet doe not neyther; for thou then de
stroy
st 1218That which I loue thee for (thy vertues) here, here,
1219Th'art crueller, and kil
st me with di
sdayne:
1220To die
so,
sheds no bloud, yet tis wor
se payne.
ExitHipol. 1221Not
speake to me! not looke! not bid farewell!
1222Hated! this mu
st not be,
some meanes Ile try.
1223Would all Whores were as hone
st now, as I.
Exeunt.