2430Duke. Your Bridewell? that the name? for beauty, strength,

2431Capacity and forme of ancient building,

2432(Besides the Riuers neighbourhood) few houses

2433Wherein we keepe our Court can better it.

24341. Master. Hither from forraigne Courts haue Princes come,

2435And with our Duke did Acts of State Commence,

2436Here that great Cardinall had first audience,

2437(The graue Campayne,) that Duke dead, his Sonne

2438(That famous Prince) gaue free possession

2439Of this his Palace, to the Cittizens,

2440To be the poore mans ware-house: and endowed it

2441With Lands to'th valew of seuen hundred marke,

2442With all the bedding and the furniture, once proper

2443(As the Lands then were) to an Hospitall

2444Belonging to a Duke of Sauoy. Thus

2445Fortune can tosse the World, a Princes Court

2446Is thus a prison now.

2447Duke. 'Tis Fortunes sport:

2448These changes common are: the Wheele of Fate

2449Turnes Kingdomes vp, till they fall desolate.

2450But how are these seuen hundred Markes by'th yeere

2451Imployde in this your Worke-house?

24521. Master. Warre and Peace

2453Feed both vpon those Lands: when the Iron doores

2454Of warres burst open, from this House are sent

2455Men furnisht in all Martiall Complement.

2456The Moone hath thorow her Bow scarce drawn to'th head,

2457(Like to twelue siluer Arrowes) all the Moneths,

2458Since 1600. Soldiers went aboord:

2459Here Prouidence and Charity play such parts,

2460The House is like a very Schoole of Arts,

2461For when our Soldiers (like Ships driuen from Sea,

2462With ribs all broken, and with tatterd sides,)

2463Cast anchor here agen, their ragged backes

2464How often doe we couer? that (like men)

2465They may be sent to their owne Homes agen.

2466All here are but one swarme of Bees, and striue

2467To bring with wearied thighs honey to the Hiue.

2468The sturdy Begger, and the lazy Lowne,

2469Gets here hard hands, or lac'd Correction.

2470The Vagabond growes stay'd, and learnes to 'bey,

2471The Drone is beaten well, and sent away

2472As other prisons are, (some for the Thiefe,

2473Some, by which vndone Credit gets reliefe

2474From bridled Debtors; others for the poore)

2475So this is for the Bawd, the Rogue, and Whore.

2476Car. An excellent Teeme of Horse.

247724781. Master. Nor is it seene,

2479That the whip drawes blood here, to coole the Spleene

2480Of any rugged Bencher: nor does offence

2481Feele smart, or spitefull, or rash euidence:

2482But pregnant testimony forth must stand,

2483Ere Iustice leaue them in the Beadles hand,

2484As Iron, on the Anuill are they laid,

2485Not to take blowes alone, but to be made

2486And fashioned to some Charitable vse.

2487Duke. Thus wholsom'st Lawes spring from the worst

2488abuse.

2490Bel. Let mercy touch your heart-strings (gracious Lord)

2491That it may sound like musike in the eare

2492Of a man desperate, (being i'th hands of Law.)

2493Duke. His name?

2494Bel. Matheo.

2495Duke. For a robbery? where is she? } Exit Bel. & one of the

2496Bel. In this House.} Masters of Bridewell.

2497Duke. Fetch you him hither---

2498Is this the Party?

2499Orl. This is the Hen, my Lord, that the Cocke (with the

2500Lordly combe) your Sonne-in-law would crow ouer, and

2501tread.

2502Duke. Are your two Seruants ready?

2503Orl. My two Pedlers are pack'd together, my good Lord.

2504Duke. 'Tis well: this day in Iudgement shall be spent,

2505Vice (like a wound launc'd) mends by punishment.

2506Infae. Let me be gone, my Lord, or stand vnseene;

2507'Tis rare when a Iudge strikes, and that none dye,

2508And 'tis vnfit then, women should be by.

25091. Master. Wee'll place you, Lady, in some priuat roome.

2510Infae. Pray doe so. Exit.

2511Orl. Thus nice Dames sweare, it is vnfit their eyes

2512Sould view men caru'd vp for Anatomies,

2513Yet they'll see all, so they may stand vnseene,

2514Many women sure will sinne behind a Skreene.

2516Lod. Your Sonne (the Lord Hipollito) is entred.

2517Duke. Tell him we wish his presence. A word Storsa:

2518On what wings flew he hither?

2519Lod. These, I told him-- his Larke whom he loued, was

2520a Bridewell Bird, he's mad that this Cage should hold her,

2521and is come to let her out.

2522Duke. 'Tis excellent: away, goe call him hither. Exit. Lod.

2527Duke. You are to vs a stranger (worthy Lord)

2528'Tis strange to see you here.

2529Hip. It is most fit,

2530That where the Sunne goes, Attomyes follow it.

2531Duke. Attomyes neither shape, nor honour beare:

2532Be you yourselfe, a Sunne-beame to shine cleare.

2533Is this the Gentleman? Stand forth & heare your accusation.

2534Mat. Ile heare none: I flie hie in that: rather then Kites

2535shall seize vpon me, and picke out mine eyes to my face, Ile

2536strike my tallons thorow mine owne heart first, and spit my

2537blood in theirs: I am here for shriuing those two fooles of

2538their sinfull packe: when those Iack-dawes haue cawde o-

2539uer me, then must I cry guilty, or not guilty; the Law has

2540worke enough already, and therefore Ile put no worke of

2541mine into his hands, the Hangman shall ha't first, I did pluck

2542those Ganders, did rob them.

2543Duke. 'Tis well done to confesse.

2544Mat. Confesse and be hanged, and then I flie hie, is't not

2545so? that for that a gallowes is the worst rub that a good

2546Bowler can meet with: I stumbled against such a post, else

2547this night I had plaid the part of a true Sonne in these daies,

2548vndone my Father-in-law, with him wud I ha run at leape-

2549frogge, and come ouer his gold, tho I had broke his necke

2550for't: but the poore Salmon Trout is now in the Net.

2551Hip. And now the Law must teach you to flie hie.

2552Mat. Right, my Lord, and then may you flie low; no more

2553words, a Mouse, Mum, you are stop'd.

2554Bel. Be good to my poore husband, deare my Lords.

2555Mat. Asse, why shouldst thou pray them to be good to

2556me, when no man here is good to one another?

2557Duke. Did any hand worke in this theft but yours?

2558Mat. O, yes, my Lord, yes:-- the Hangman has neuer

2559one Sonne at a birth, his Children alwaies come by couples:

2560Tho I cannot giue the old dog, my Father, a bone to gnaw,

2561the Daughter shall bee sure of a Choke-peare. --Yes, my

2562Lord, there was one more that fiddled my fine Pedlers, and

2563that was my wife.

2564Bel. Alas, I?

2565Orl. O euerlasting, supernaturall superlatiue Villaine!

2566Omnes. Your wife, Matheo?

2567Hip. Sure it cannot be.

2568Mat. Oh, Sir, you loue no quarters of Mutton that hang

2569vp, you loue none but whole Mutton; she set the robbery, I

2570perform'd it; she spur'd me on, I gallop'd away.

2571Orl. My Lords.

2572Bel. My Lords, (fellow giue me speach) if my poore life

2573may ransome thine, I yeeld it to the Law,

2574Thou hurt'st thy soule (yet wipest off no offence)

2575By casting blots vpon my Innocence:

2576Let not these spare me, but tell truth: no, see

2577Who slips his necke out of the misery,

2578Tho not out of the mischiefe: let thy Seruant

2579That shared in this base Act, accuse me here,

2580Why should my Husband perish, he goe cleare?

2581Orl. A god Child, hang thine owne Father.

2582Duke. Old fellow, was thy hand in too?

2583Orl. My hand was in the Pye, my Lord, I confesse it: my

2584Mistris I see, will bring me to the Gallowes, and so leaue me;

2585but Ile not leaue her so: I had rather hang in a womans com-

2586pany, then in a mans; because if weshould go to hell together,

2587I should scarce be letten in, for all the Deuils are afraid to

2588haue any women come amongst them, as I am true Thiefe,

2589she neither consented to this fellony, nor knew of it.

2590Duke. What fury prompts thee on to kill thy wife?

2591Mat. It's my humor, Sir, 'tis a foolish Bag-pipe that I

2592make my selfe merry with: why should I eate hempe-seed

2593at the Hangmans thirteene-pence halfe-penny Ordinary,

2594and haue this whore laugh at me as I swing, as I totter?

2595Duke. Is she a Whore?

2596Mat. A sixe-penny Mutton Pasty, for any to cut vp.

2597Orl. Ah, Toad, Toad, Toad.

2598Mat. A Barbers Citterne for euery Seruingman to play

2599vpon, that Lord, your Sonne, knowes it.

2600Hip. I, sir, am I her Bawd then?

2601Mat. No, sir, but she's your Whore then,

2602Orl. Yea Spider, doest catch at great Flies?

2603Hip. My Whore?

2604Mat. I cannot talke, sir, and tell of your Rems, and your

2605rees, and your whirligigs, and deuices: but, my Lord, I

2606found em like Sparrowes in one nest, billing together, and

2607bulling of me, I tooke em in bed, was ready to kill him was

2608vp to stab her---

2609Hip. Cloze thy ranke Iawes: pardon me, I am vexed,

2610Thou art a Villaine, a malicious Deuill,

2611Deepe as the place where thou art lost, thou lyest,

2612Since I am thus far got into this storme,

2613Ile thorow, and thou shalt see Ile thorow vntoucht.

2614When thou shalt perish in it.

2616Infae. 'Tis my cue

2617To enter now: roome, let my Prize be plaid,

2618I ha lurk'd in Cloudes, yet heard what all haue said,

2619What Iury more can proue, she has wrong'd my bed,

2620Then her owne husband, she must be punished;

2621I challenge Law, my Lord, Letters, and Gold, and Iewels

2622From my Lord that woman tooke.

2623Hip. Against that blacke-mouthed Deuill, against Letters,

2624and Gold,

2625And against a iealous Wife I doe vphold,

2626Thus farre her reputation, I could sooner

2627Shake the Appenine, and crumble Rockes to dust,

2628Then (tho Ioues showre rayned downe) tempt her to lust.

2629Bel. What shall I say?

2631Orl. Say thou art not a Whore, and that's more then

2632fifteene women (amongst fiue hundred) dare sweare with-

2633out lying: this shalt thou say, no let mee say't for thee; thy

2634Husband's a Knaue, this Lord's an honest Man; thou art no

2635Puncke, this Lady's a right Lady. Pacheco is a Thiefe as his

2636Master is, but old Orlando is as true a man as thy Father is:

2637I ha seene you flie hie, sir, & I ha seene you flie low, sir, and to

2638keepe you from the Gallowes, sir, a blue Coat haue I worne,

2639and a Thiefe did I turne, mine owne men are the Pedlers, my

2640twenty pound did flie hie, sir, your wiues Gowne did flie

2641low, sir: whither flie you now, sir? you ha scap'd the Gal-

2642lowes, to the Deuill you flie next, sir. Am I right, my Liege?

2643Duke. Your Father has the true Phisicion plaid.

2644Mat. And I am now his Patient.

2645Hip. And be so still, 'tis a good signe when our cheekes

2646blush at ill.

2647Const. The Linnen Draper (Signior Candido)

2648He whom the Citty tearmes the Patient man,

2649Is likewise here for buying of those Lawnes

2650The Pedlers lost.

2651Infae. Alas good Candido. Exit. Constable.

2652Duke. Fetch him: and when these payments vp are cast,

2653Weigh out your light Gold, but let's haue them last.

2655Duke. In Bridewell, Candido?

2656Cand. Yes, my good Lord.

2657Duke. What make you here?

2658Cand. My Lord, what make you here?

2659Duke. I'm here to saue right, and to driue wrong hence.

2660Cand. And I to beare wrong here with patience.

2661Duke. You ha bought stolne Goods.

2662Cand. So they doe say, my Lord,

2663Yet bought I them vpon a Gentlemans word,

2664And I magine now, as I thought then,

2665That there be Theeues, but no Theeues Gentlemen.

2666Hip. Your Credit's crack'd being here.

2667Cand. No more then Gold

2668Being crack'd which does his estimation hold.

2669I was in Bedlam once, but was I mad?

2670They made me pledge Whores healths, but am I bad,

2671Because I'm with bad people?

2672Duke. Well, stand by,

2673If you take wrong, wee'll cure the iniurry.

2676Duke. Stay, stay, what's he? a prisoner?

2677Const. Yes, my Lord.

2678Hip. He seemes a Soldier?

2679Bots. I am what I seeme, Sir, one of Fortunes Bastards, a

2680Soldier, and a Gentleman, and am brought in here with

2681Master Constables band of Bilmen, because they face mee

2682downe that I liue (like those that keepe Bowling-alleyes)

2683by the sinnes of the people, in being a Squire of the body.

2684Hip. Oh, an Apple-squire.

2685Bots. Yes, sir, that degree of scuruy Squiers, and that I am

2686maintained by the best part that is commonly in a woman,

2687by the worst players of those parts, but I am knowne to all

2688this company.

2689Lod. My Lord, 'tis true, we all know him, 'tis Lieutenant

2690Bots.

2691Duke. Bots, and where ha you serued, Bots?

2692Bots. In most of your hottest Seruices in the Low-coun-

2693tries: at the Groyne I was wounded in this thigh, and halted

2694vpon't, but 'tis now sound. In Cleueland I mist but little,

2695hauing the bridge of my nose broken downe with two

2696great stones, as I was scaling a Fort: I ha beene tryed, Sir,

2697too, in Gelderland, and scap'd hardly there from being blown

2698vp at a Breach: I was fired, and lay i'th Surgeons hands

2699for't, till the fall of the leafe following.

2700Hip. All this may be, and yet you no Soldier.

2701Bots. No Soldier, sir? I hope these are Seruices that your

2702proudest Commanders doe venture vpon, and neuer come

2703off sometimes.

2704Duke. Well, sir, because you say you are a Soldier,

2705Ile vse you like a Gentleman: make roome there,

2706Plant him amongst you, we shall haue anon

2707Strange Hawkes flie here before vs: if none light on you,

2708You shall with freedome take your flight:

2709But if you proue a Bird of baser wing,

2710Wee'll vse you like such Birds, here you shall sing.

2711Bots. I wish to be tried at no other weapon.

2712Duke. Why, is he furnisht with those in plyments?

27131. Master. The Pander is more dangerous to a State,

2714Then is the common Thiefe, and tho our lawes

2715Lie heauier on the Thiefe, yet that the Pander

2716May know the Hangmans ruffe should fit him too,

2717Therefore he's set to beat Hempe.

2718Duke. This does sauour

2719Of Iustice, basest Slaues to basest labour.

2720Now pray, set open Hell, and let vs see

2721The Shee-Deuils that are here.

2722Infa. Me thinkes this place

2723Should make euen Lais honest.

27241. Master. Some it turnes good,

2725But (as some men whose hands are once in blood,

2726Doe in a pride spill more) so, some going hence,

2727Are (by being here) lost in more impudence:

2728Let it not to them (when they come) appeare,

2729That any one does as their Iudge sit here:

2730But that as Gentlemen you come to see,

2731And then perhaps their tongues will walke more free.

2732Duke. Let them be marshall'd in: be couerd all,

2733Fellowes, now to make the Sceane more Comicall.

2734Car. Will not you be smelt out, Bots.

2735Bots. No, your brauest whores haue the worst noses.

2739Lod. Are not you a Bride, forsooth?

2740Dor. Say yee?

2741Car. He wud know if these be not your Bridemen.

2742Dor. Vuh, yes, sir: and looke yee, doe you see the Bride-

2743laces that I giue at my wedding, will serue to tye Rosemary

2744to both your Coffins when you come from hanging-Scab?

2745Orl. Fie, Puncke, fie, fie, fie.

2746Dor. Out you stale stinking head of Garlicke, foh, at my

2747heeles.

2748Orl. My head's clouen.

2749Hip. O, let the Gentlewoman alone, she's going to shrift.

2750Ast. Nay to doe penance.

2751Car. I, I, goe Puncke, goe to the Crosse and be whipt.

2752Dor. Mary mew, mary muffe, mary hang you goodman

2753Dog: whipt? doe yee take me for a base Spittle whore? in

2754troth Gentlemen, you weare the cloathes of Gentlemen, but

2755you carry not the mindes of Gentlemen, to abuse a Gentle-

2756woman of my fashion.

2757Lod. Fashion? pox a your fashions, art not a whore?

2758Dor. Goodman Slaue.

2759Duke. O fie, abuse her not, let vs two talke,

2760What mought I call your name, pray?

2761Cor. I'm not ashamed of my name, Sir, my name is Mistris

2762Doll Target, a Westerne Gentlewoman.

2763Lod. Her Target against any Pike in Millan.

2764Duke. Why is this wheele borne after her?

27651. Master. She must spinne.

2766Dor. A coorse thred it shall be, as all threds are.

2767Ast. If you spin, then you'll earne money here too?

2768Dor. I had rather get halfe a Crowne abroad, then ten

2769Crownes here.

2770Orl. Abroad? I thinke so.

2771Infae. Doest thou not weepe now thou art here?

2772Dor. Say yee? weepe? yes forsooth, as you did when

2773you lost your Maidenhead: doe you not heare how I weep?

2775Lod. Farewell Doll.

2776Dor. Farewell Dog. Exit.

2777Duke. Past shame: past penitence, why is that blue Gowne?

27781. Master. Being stript out of her wanton loose attire,

2779That Garment she puts on, base to the eye,

2780Onely to cloath her in humility.

2781Duke. Are all the rest like this?

27821. Master. No, my good Lord.

2783You see, this Drab swells with a wanton reyne,

2784The next that enters has a different straine.

2785Duke. Variety is good, let's see the rest. Exit Master.

2786Bots. Your Grace sees I'm sound yet, & no Bullets hit me.

2787Duke. Come off so, and 'tis well.

2788Omnes. Here's the second Messe.

2793Pen. I'ha worne many a costly Gowne, but I was neuer

2794thus guarded with blue Coats, and Beadles, and Constables,

2795and ----

2796Car. Alas faire Mistris, spoyle not thus your eyes.

2797Pen. Oh sweet sir, I feare the spoyling of other places a-

2798bout me that are dearer then my eyes; if you be Gentlemen,

2799if you be men, or euer came of a woman, pitty my case, stand

2800to me, sticke to me, good sir, you are an old man.

2801Orl. Hang not on me, I prethee, old Trees beare no such

2802fruit.

2803Pen. Will you bayle me, Gentlemen?

2804Lod. Bayle thee, art in for debt?

2805Pen. No -- is my Iudge, sir, I am in for no debts, I payd

2806my Taylor for this Gowne, the last fiue shillings a weeke

2807that was behind, yesterday.

2808Duke. What is your name, I pray?

2809Pen. Penelope Whore-hound, I come of the Whore-hounds.

2810How does Lieutenant Bots.

2811Omnes. A ha Bots.

2812Bots. A very honest woman, as I'm a Soldier, a pox Bots ye.

2813Pen. I was neuer in this pickle before, and yet if I goe a-

2814mongst Cittizens wiues, they ieere at me: if I goe among

2815the Loose-bodied Gownes, they cry a pox on me, because I

2816goe ciuilly attyred, and sweare their trade was a good

2817trade, till such as I am tooke it out of their hands: good

2818Lieutenant Bots, speake to these Captaines to bayle me.

28191. Master. Begging for bayle still? you are a trim gossip, goe

2820giue her the blue Gowne, set her to her chare, worke Hus-

2821wife, for your bread, away.

2822Pen. Out you Dog, a pox on you all, women are borne to

2823curse thee, but I shall liue to see twenty such flat-caps sha-

2824king Dice for a penny-worth of Pippins: out, you blue-eyed

2825Rogue. Exit.

2826Omnes. Ha, ha, ha.

2827Duke. Euen now she wept, and praid, now does she curse?

28281. Master. Seeing me: if still she had staid, this had beene

2829worse.

2830Hip. Was she euer here before?

28311. Master. Fiue times at least,

2832And thus if men come to her, haue her eyes wrung, and

2833wept out her bayle.

2834Omnes. Bots, you know her?

2835Bots. Is there any Gentleman here, that knowes not a

2836Whore, and is he a haire the worse for that?

2837Duke. Is she a Citty-dame, she's so attyred?

28381. Master. No, my good Lord, that's onely but the vaile

2839To her loose body, I haue seene her here

2840In gayer Masking Suits, as seuerall Sawces

2841Giue one Dish seuerall Tastes, so change of Habits

2842In Whores is a bewitching Art: to day she's all in

2843Colours to besot Gallants, then in modest blacke,

2844To catch the Cittizen, and this from their Examinations

2845Drawne, now shall you see a Monster both in shape

2846And nature quite from these, that sheds no teare,

2847Nor yet is nice, 'tis a plaine ramping Beare,

2848Many such Whales are cast vpon this Shore.

2849Omnes. Let's see her.

28501. Master. Then behold a swaggering Whore. Exit.

2851Orl. Keep your grownd, Bots.

2852Bots. I doe but trauerse to spy aduantage how to arme

2853my selfe.

2858Cat. Sirra, when I cry hold your hands, hold, you Rogue-

2859Catcher, hold: Bawd, are the French Chilblaines in your

2860heeles, that you can come no faster? are not you (Bawd) a

2861Whores Ancient, and must not I follow my Colours?

2862Hors. O Mistris Katherine, you doe me wrong to accuse

2863mee here as you doe, before the right Worshipfull: I am

2864knowne for a motherly honest woman, and no Bawd.

2865Cat. Mary foh, honest? burnt at fourteene, seuen times

2866whipt, sixe times carted, nine times duck'd, search'd by

2867some hundred and fifty Constables, and yet you are honest?

2868Honest Mistris Horsleach, is this World, a World to keepe

2869Bawds and Whores honest? How many times hast thou

2870giuen Gentlemen a quart of wine in a gallon pot? how ma-

2871ny twelue-penny Fees, nay two shillings Fees, nay, when

2872any Embassadours ha beene here, how many halfe crowne

2873Fees hast thou taken? how many Carriers hast thou bribed

2874for Country Wenches? how often haue I rinst your lungs

2875in Aquauitae, and yet you are honest?

2876Duke. And what were you the whilest?

2877Cat. Mary hang you, Master Slaue, who made you an

2878examiner?

2879Lod. Well said, belike this Deuill spares no man.

2880Cat. What art thou prethee?

2881Bots. Nay what art thou prethee?

2882Cat. A Whore, art thou a Thiefe?

2883Bots. A Thiefe, no, I defie the calling, I am a Soldier,

2884haue borne Armes in the Field, beene in many a hot Skyr-

2885mish, yet come off sound.

2886Cat. Sound with a pox to yee, yee abominable Rogue!

2887you a Soldier? you in Skirmishes? where? amongst pottle

2888pots in a Bawdy-house? Looke, looke here, you Madam

2889Wormeaten, doe not you know him?

2890Hors. Lieutenant Bots, where haue yee beene this many a

2891day?

2892Bots. Old Bawd, doe not discredit me, seeme not to

2893know me.

2894Hors. Not to know yee, Master Bots? as long as I haue

2895breath, I cannot forget thy sweet face.

2896Duke. Why, doe you know him? he saies he is a Sol-

2897dier.

2898Cat. He a Soldier? a Pander, a Dog that will licke vp sixe

2899pence: doe yee heare, you Master Swines snout, how long is't

2900since you held the doore for me, and cried too't agen, no

2901body comes, yee Rogue you?

2902Omnes. Ha, ha, ha, y'are smelt out agen, Bots.

2903Bots. Pox ruyne her nose for't, and I be not reuenged for

2904this --vm yee Bitch.

2905Lod. Dee yee heare yee Madam? why does your Ladiship

2906swagger thus? y'are very braue, me thinkes.

2907Cat. Not at your cost, Master Cods-head,

2908Is any man here bleare-eyed to see me braue?

2909Ast. Yes, I am,

2910Because good Cloathes vpon a Whores backe

2911Is like faire painting vpon a rotten wall.

2912Cat. Mary muffe Master Whoremaster, you come vpon

2913me with sentences.

2914Ber. By this light has small sence for't.

2915Lod. O fie, fie, doe not vex her.

2916And yet me thinkes a creature of more scuruy conditions

2917Should not know what a good Petticoate were.

2918Cat. Mary come out,

2919Y'are so busie about my Petticoate, you'll creepe vp to my

2920placket, and yee cood but attaine the honour, but and the

2921outsides offend your Rogueships, looke o'the lining, 'tis

2922Silke.

2923Duke. Is't Silke 'tis lined with then?

2924Cat. Silke? I Silke, Master Slaue, you wud bee glad to

2925wipe your nose with the skirt on't: this 'tis to come a-

2926mong a company of Cods-heads that know not how to vse

2927a Gentlewoman.

2928Duke. Tell her the Duke is here.

29291. Master. Be modest, Kata, the Duke is here.

2930Cat. If the Deuill were here, I care not: set forward, yee

2931Rogues, and giue attendance according to your places, let

2932Bawds and Whores be sad, for Ile sing and the Deuill were

2933a dying. Exeunt.

2934Duke. Why before her does the Bason ring?

29351. Master. It is an emblem of their reuelling,

2936The whips we vse lets forth their wanton blood,

2937Making them calme, and more to calme their pride,

2938In stead of Coaches they in Carts doe ride.

2939Will your Grace see more of this bad Ware?

2940Duke. No, shut vp shop, wee'll now breake vp the faire,

2941Yet ere we part -- you, sir, that take vpon yee

2942The name of Soldier, that true name of worth,

2943Which, action not vaine boasting best sets forth,

2944To let you know how farre a Soldiers name

2945Stands from your title, and to let you see,

2946Soldiers must not be wrong'd where Princes be:

2947This bee your sentence.

2948Omnes. Defend your selfe, Bots.

2949Duke. First, all the priuat sufferance that the house

2950Inflicts vpon Offenders, you (as the basest)

2951Shall vndergoe it double, after which

2952You shall bee whipt, sir, round about the Citty,

2953Then banisht from the Land.

2954Bots. Beseech your Grace.

2955Duke. Away with him, see it done, Panders and Whores

2956Are Citty-plagues, which being kept aliue,

2957Nothing that lookes like goodnes ere can thriue.

2958Now good Orlando, what say you to your bad Sonne-in-law?

2959Orl. Mary this, my Lord, he is my Sonne-in-law, and in

2960law will I be his Father: for if law can pepper him, he shall

2961be so parboild, that he shall stinke no more i'th nose of the

2962Common-wealth.

2963Bel. Be yet more kinde and mercifull, good Father.

2964Orl. Doest thou beg for him, thou precious mans meat,

2965thou? has he not beaten thee, kickt thee, trod on thee, and

2966doest thou fawne on him like his Spanniell? has hee not

2967pawnd thee to thy Petticoate, sold thee to thy smock, made

2968yee leape at a crust, yet woodst haue me saue him?

2969Bel. Oh yes, good sir, women shall learne of me,

2970To loue their husbands in greatest misery,

2971Then shew him pitty, or you wracke my selfe.

2972Orl. Haue yee eaten Pigeons that y'are so kinde-hearted

2973to your Mate? Nay, y'are a couple of wilde Beares, Ile

2974haue yee both baited at one stake: but as for this Knaue, the

2975Gallowes is thy due, and the Gallowes thou shalt haue, Ile

2976haue iustice of the Duke, the Law shall haue thy life, what,

2977doest thou hold him? let goe his hand: if thou doest not for-

2978sake him, a Fathers euerlasting blessing fall vpon both your

2979heads: away, goe, kisse out of my sight, play thou the

2980Whore no more, nor thou the Thiefe agen, my house shall be thine, my meate shall

2981be thine, and so shall my wine, but

2982my money shall bee mine, and yet when I die, (so thou doest

2983not flie hie) take all, yet good Matheo, mend.

2984Thus for ioy weepes Orlando, and doth end.

2985Duke. Then heare, Matheo: all your woes are stayed

2986By your good Father-in-law: all your Ills

2987Are cleare purged from you by his working pills.

2988Come Signior Candido, these greene yong wits

2989(We see by Circumstance) this plot hath laid,

2990Still to prouoke thy patience, which they finde

2991A wall of Brasse, no Armour's like the minde;

2992Thou hast taught the Citty patience, now our Court

2993Shall be thy Spheare, where from thy good report,

2994Rumours this truth vnto the world shal sing,

2995A Patient man's a Patterne for a King. Exeunt.