1038Enter Orlando, and Infaelice. 1039Infae. From whom
saie
st thou?
Orla.
The Honest Whore.
1040Orla. From a poore Gentlewoman, Madam, whom I
serue.
1041Infae. And whats your bu
sine
sse?
1042Orla. This, Madam: my poore Mi
stris has a wa
ste piece
1043of ground, which is her owne by inheritance, and left to
1044her by her mother; There's a Lord now that goes about,
1045not to take it cleane
from her, but to inclo
se it to him
selfe,
1046and to ioyne it to a piece of his Lord
ships.
1047Infae. What would
she haue me doe in this?
1048Orla. No more, Madam, but what one woman
should
1049doe for another in
such a ca
se. My Honourable Lord, your
1050Husband would doe any thing in her behalfe, but
shee had
1051rather put her
selfe into your hands, becau
se you (a woman)
1052may doe more with the Duke your Father.
1053Infae. Where lyes this Land?
1054Orl. Within a
stones ca
st of this place; my Mi
stris, I think,
1055would be content to let him enioy it after her decea
se, if
1056that would
serue his turne,
so my Ma
ster would yeeld too:
1057but
she cannot abide to heare that the Lord
should meddle
1058with it in her life time.
1059Infae. Is
she then married? why
stirres not her Husband
1061Orl. Her Husband
stirres in it vnder hand: but becau
se
1062the other is a great rich man, my Ma
ster is loth to be
seene
1064Infae. Let her in writing draw the cau
se at large:
1065And I will moue the Duke.
1066Orl. 'Tis
set downe, Madam, here in blacke and white
1067already: worke it
so, Madam, that
she may keepe her owne
1068without di
sturbance, grieuance, mole
station, or medling of
1069any other; and
she be
stowes this pur
se of gold on your La
- 1071Infae. Old man, Ile pleade for her, but take no fees:
1072Giue Lawyers them, I
swim not in that
flood,
1073Ile touch no gold, till I haue done her good.
1074Orl. I would all Pro
ctors Clearkes were of your minde,
1075I
should law more among
st them then I doe then; here, Ma
- 1076dam, is the
suruey, not onely of the Mannor it
selfe, but of
the
The Honest Whore.
1077the Grange hou
se, with euery Medow pa
sture, Plough
- 1078land, Cony-borough, Fi
sh-pond, hedge, ditch, and bu
sh 1080Infae. My Husbands name, and hand and
seale at armes
1081to a Loue-letter? Where had
st thou this writing?
1082Orla. From the fore
said party, Madam, that would keepe
1083the fore
said Land out of the fore
said Lords
fingers.
1084Infae. My Lord turnd Ranger now?
1085Orl. Y'are a good Huntre
sse, Lady, you ha found your
1086Game already; your Lord would faine be a Ranger, but my
1087Mi
stris reque
sts you to let him runne a cour
se in your owne
1088Parke, if you'll not doo't for loue, then doo't for money;
she
1089has no white money, but there's gold, or el
se
she praies you
1090to ring him by this token, and
so you
shall be
sure his no
se
1091will not be rooting other mens pa
stures.
1092Infae. This very pur
se was wouen with mine owne hands,
1093This Diamond on that very night, when he
1094Vntyed my Virgin girdle, gaue I him:
1095And mu
st a common Harlot
share in mine?
1096Old man, to quit thy paines, take thou the gold.
1097Orl. Not I, Madam, old Seruingmen want no money.
1098Infae. Cupid him
selfe was
sure his Secretary,
1099The
se lines are euen the Arrowes Loue let
flies,
1100The very Incke dropt out of
Uenus eyes.
1101Orla. I doe not thinke, Madam, but hee fetcht o
ff some
1102Poet or other for tho
se lines, for they are parlous Hawkes
1104Infae Here's honied poy
son, to me he ne'r thus writ,
1105But Lu
st can
set a double edge on wit.
1106Orla. Nay, that's true, Madam, a wench will whet any
1107thing, if it be not too dull.
1108Infae. Oathes, promi
ses, preferments, Iewels, gold,
1109What
snares
should breake, if all the
se cannot hold?
1110What creature is thy Mi
stris?
1111Orl. One of tho
se creatures that are contrary to man;
1113Infae. What manner of woman?
E Orl.
The Honest Whore.
1114Orl. A little tiny woman, lower then your Ladi
ship by
1115head and
shoulders, but as mad a wench as euer vnlaced a
1116petticote: the
se things
should I indeed haue deliuered to my
1118Infae. They are deliuered better: Why
should
she
send
1120Orl. Ware, ware, there's knauery.
1121Infae. Strumpets like cheating game
sters will not win
1122At
fir
st: the
se are but baites to draw him in.
1123How might I learne his hunting houres?
1124Orl. The Iri
sh Footman can tell you all his hunting
1125houres, the Parke he hunts in, the Doe he would
strike, that
1126Iri
sh Shackatory beates the bu
sh for him, and knowes all;
1127he brought that Letter, and that Ring; he is the Carrier.
1128Infae. Knowe
st thou what other gifts haue pa
st betweene
1130Orl. Little S.
Patricke knowes all.
1131Infae. Him Ile examine pre
sently.
1132Orl. Not while
st I am here,
sweet Madam.
1133Infae. Be gon then, & what lyes in me command.
Exit Orl. 1135Infae. Come hither
sirra, how much co
st tho
se Satins, and
1136cloth of Siluer, which my husband
sent by you to a low
1138Bry. Faat Sattins? faat Siluers, faat low Gentlefolkes?
1139dow prate
st dow knowe
st not what, yfaat la.
1140Infae. She there, to whom you carried letters.
1141Bry. By dis hand and bod dow
sai
st true, if I did
so, oh
1142how? I know not a letter a de Booke yfaat la.
1143Infae. Did your Lord neuer
send you with a Ring,
sir,
set
1145Bry. Neuer,
sa crees
sa me, neuer; he may runne at a tow
- 1146sand rings yfaat, and I neuer hold his
stirrop, till he leape in
- 1147to de
saddle. By S.
Patricke, Madam, I neuer touch my Lords
1148Diamond, nor euer had to doe, yfaat la, with any of his pre
- Enter
The Honest Whore.
1151Infae. Are you
so clo
se, you Bawd, you pandring
slaue?
1152Hip. How now? why
Infaelice? what's your quarrell?
1153Infae. Out of my
sight, ba
se varlet, get thee gone.
1155Bry. Slawne loot, fare de well, fare de well.
Ah marragh 1156frofat boddah breen.
Exit. 1157Hip. What, growne a
fighter? prethee what's the matter?
1158Infae. If you'll needs know, it was about the clocke: how
1159workes the day, my Lord, (pray) by your watch?
1160Hip. Le
st you cu
ffe me, Ile tell you pre
sently: I am
1162Infae. How, two? I am
scarce at one.
1163Hip. One of vs then goes fal
se.
1164Infae. Then
sure 'tis you,
1165Mine goes by heauens Diall, (the Sunne) and it goes true.
1166Hip. I thinke (indeed) mine runnes
somewhat too fa
st.
1167Infae. Set it to mine (at one) then.
1169'Tis pa
st one by the Sunne.
1170Infae. Faith then belike,
1171Neither your clocke nor mine does truely
strike,
1172And
since it is vncertaine which goes true,
1173Better be fal
se at one, then fal
se at two.
1174Hip. Y'are very plea
sant, Madam.
1175Infae. Yet not merry.
1176Hip. Why
Infaelice, what
should make you
sad?
1177Infae. Nothing my Lord, but my fal
se watch, pray tell me,
1178You
see, my clocke, or yours is out of
frame,
1179Mu
st we vpon the Workeman lay the blame,
1180Or on your
selues that keepe them?
1182He may by knauery
spoile them, we by
sloth,
1183But why talke you all riddle thus? I read
1184Strange Comments in tho
se margines of your lookes:
1185Your cheekes of late are (like bad printed Bookes)
1186So dimly chara
ctred, I
scarce can
spell,
E 2 One
The Honest Whore.
1187One line of loue in them. Sure all's not well.
1188Infae. All is not well indeed, my deare
st Lord,
1189Locke vp thy gates of hearing, that no
sound
1190Of what I
speake may enter.
1191Hip. What meanes this?
1192Infae. Or if my owne tongue mu
st my
selfe betray,
1193Count it a dreame, or turne thine eyes away,
1194And thinke me not thy wife.
She kneeles. 1195Hip. Why doe you kneele?
1196Infae. Earth is
sinnes cu
shion: when the
sicke
soule feeles
1197her
selfe growing poore, then
she turnes begger, cryes and
1198kneeles for helpe;
Hipollito (for husband I dare not call
1199thee) I haue
slolne that Iewell of my cha
ste honour (which
1200was onely thine) and giuen it to a
slaue.
1202Infae. On thy pillow adultery & lu
st haue
slept, thy Groome
1203Hath climbed the vnlawfull tree, and pluckt the
sweets,
1204A villaine hath v
surped a husbands
sheetes.
1205Hip. S'death, who, (a Cuckold) who?
1206Infae. This Iri
sh Footman.
1207Hip. Wor
se then damnation, a wild Kerne, a Frogge, a
1208Dog: whom Ile
scarce
spurne. Longed you for Shamocke?
1209were it my fathers father (heart) Ile kill him, although I
1210take him on his death-bed ga
sping 'twixt heauen and hell;
1211a
shag-haired Cur? Bold Strumpet, why hange
st thou on me?
1212think
st Ile be a Bawde to a Whore, becau
se
she's Noble?
1213Infae. I beg but this,
1214Set not my
shame out to the worlds broad eye,
1215Yet let thy vengeance (like my fault)
soare hye,
1216So it be in darkned clowdes.
1217Hip. Darkned! my hornes
1218Cannot be darkned, nor
shall my reuenge.
1219A Harlot to my
slaue? the a
ct is ba
se,
1220Common, but foule,
so
shall thy di
sgrace:
1221Could not I feed your appetite? oh women
1222You were created Angels, pure and faire;
1223But
since the
fir
st fell, tempting Deuils you are,
You
The Honest Whore.
1224You
should be mens bli
sse, but you proue their rods.
1225Were there no women, men might liue like gods:
1226You ha beene too much downe already, ri
se,
1227Get
from my
sight, and henceforth
shun my bed,
1228Ile with no Strumpets breath be poy
soned.
1229As for your Iri
sh Lubrican, that
spirit
1230Whom by prepo
strous charmes thy lu
st hath rai
sed
1231In a wrong Circle, him Ile damne more blacke
1232Then any Tyrants
soule.
1234Hip. Tell me, did
st thou baite Hawkes to draw him to
1235thee, or did he bewitch thee?
1236Infae. The
slaue did woo me.
1237Hip. Two wooes in that Skreech-owles language? Oh
1238who would tru
st your corcke-heeld
sex? I thinke to
sate
1239your lu
st, you would loue a Hor
se, a Beare, a croaking Toade,
1240so your hot itching veines might haue their bound, then the
1241wild Iri
sh Dart was throwne. Come, how? the manner of
1243Infae. 'Twas thus, he gaue me this battery
fir
st. Oh I
1244Mi
stake, beleeue me, all this in beaten gold:
1245Yet I held out, but at length this was charm'd.
1246What? change your Diamond wench, the a
ct is ba
se,
1247Common, but foule,
so
shall not your di
sgrace:
1248Could not I feed your appetite? Oh Men,
1249You were created Augels, pure and faire,
1250But
since the
fir
st fell, wor
se then Deuils you are.
1251You
should our
shields be, but you proue our rods.
1252Were there no Men, Women might liue like gods.
1254Hip. Yes, guilty my good Lady.
1255Infae. Nay, you may laugh, but henceforth
shun my bed,
1256With no whores leauings Ile be poy
soned.
Exit. 1257Hip. O're-reach'd
so
finely? 'Tis the very Diamond
1258And Letter which I
sent: this villany
1259Some Spider clo
sely weaues, who
se poy
sond bulke
1260I mu
st let forth. Who's there without?
E 3 Seruant.
The Honest Whore.
1261Seruant. My Lord calls.----
within.----
1262Hip. Send me the Footman.
1263Ser. Call the Footman to my Lord.
Bryan, Bryan.
1265Hip. It can be no man el
se, that Iri
sh Iudas,
1266Bred in a Country where no venom pro
spers,
1267But in the Nations blood hath thus betraid me.
1268Slaue, get you
from your
seruice.
1269Bry. Faat meane
st thou by this now?
1270Hip. Que
stion me not, nor tempt my fury, villaine,
1271Could
st thou turne all the Mountaines in the land,
1272To hills of gold, and to giue me; here thou
staye
st not.
1273Bry. I faat, I care not.
1274Hip. Prate not, but get thee gone, I
shall
send el
se.
1275Bry. I, doe predy, I had rather haue thee make a
scabbard
1276of my guts, and let out all de Iri
sh puddings in my poore
1277belly, den to be a fal
se knaue to de I faat, I will neuer
see
1278dyne own
sweet face more.
A mawhid deer a gra, fare de well,
1279fare de well, I wil goe
steale Cowes agen in
Ireland.
Exit. 1280Hip. He's damn'd that rais'd this whirlewind, which
1282Into her eyes this iealou
sie: yet Ile on,
1283Ile on,
stood armed Deuils
staring in my face,
1284To be pur
sued in
flight, quickens the race,
1285Shall my blood
streames by a wiues lu
st be bard?
1286Fond woman, no: Iron growes by
strokes more hard,
1287Lawle
sse de
sires are
seas
scorning all bounds,
1288Or
sulphure which being ram'd vp, more confounds,
1289Strugling with mad men, madnes nothing tames,
1290Winds wra
stling with great
fires, incen
se the
flames.
Exit.