day. Get you to your Fleas and your Flock-beds, you|
Rogues, your Kennels, and lie down close.
Bri. Down? yes, we will down, I warrant you, down
with him in his Majesties name, down, down with him,
and carry him away to the Pidgeon-holes.
Ove. I thank you honest Friends, in the behalf o' the
Crown, and the Peace, and in Master Overdoo's name,
for suppressing enormities.
Whi. Stay, Bristle, here ish a noder brash o'Drunkards,
but very quiet, special Drunkards, will pay de five Shil-
lings very well. Take 'em to de, in de graish o' God:
one of hem do's change Cloth for Ale in the Fair, here;
te toder ish a strong Man, a mighty Man, my Lord May-
or's Man, and a wrastler. He has wrashled so long with
the Bottle, here, that the Man with the Beard, hash al-
mosht streek up hish heelsh.
Bri. 'Slid, the Clerk o' the Market, has been to cry
him all the Fair over here, for my Lord's service.
Whi. Tere he ish, pre de taik him hensh, and make ty
best on him. How now Woman o' Shilk, vat ailsh ty
shweet faish? art tou melancholy?
Ove. A little distemper'd with these enormities; shall
I intreat a courtesie of you, Captain?
Whi. Intreat a hundred Velvet Voman, I vill do it,
Ove. I cannot with modesty speak it out, but —
Whi. I vill do it, and more, and more, for de. What
Ursla, an't be Bitch, an't be Baud an't be!
Urs. How now Raskal? what roar you for? old
Whi. Here, put up de Clokes Ursh; de purchase, pre
de now, shweet Ursh, help dis good brave Voman to a
Jordan, and't be.
Urs. 'Slid call your Captain Jordan to her, can you
Whi. Nay, pre de leave dy consheits, and bring the
Velvet Woman to de ——
Urs. I bring her, hang her: heart must I find a common
Pot for every Punk i' your Purlews?
Whi. O good voordsh, Ursh, it ish a guest o' Velvet,
i' fait la.
Urs. Let her sell her Hood, and buy a spunge, with a
Pox to her, my Vessel is employed Sir. I have but one,
and 'tis the bottom of an old Bottle. An honest Pro-
ctor and his Wife are at it within, if she'll stay her
VVhi. As soon ash tou cansht shweet Ursh. Of a vali-
ant Man I tink I am the patientsh Man i' the World, or
in all Smithfield.
Kno. How now Whit? close Vapours, stealing your
leaps? covering in corners, ha?
VVhi. No fait, Captain, dough tou beesht a vishe Man,
dy vit is a mile hence, now. I vas procuring a shmall
courtesie for a Woman of fashion here.
Ove. Yes, Captain, though I am Justice of Peace's
Wife, I do love Men of War, and the Sons of the Sword,
when they come before my Husband.
Kno. Say'st thou so Filly? thou shalt have a leap pre-
sently, I'll horse thee my self, else.
Urs. Come, will you bring her in now? and let her
talk her turn?
Whi. Gramercy good Ursh, I tank de.
Over. Master Overdoo shall thank her.
Act IV. Scene V.
John, Win, Ursla, Knockhum, Whit, Overdoo, Alice.
Ood Ga'mere Urs, Win and I are exceedingly be-
holden to you, and to Captain Jordan, and Cap-
tain Whit. Win, I'll be bold to leave you, i' this good
Company, VVin; for half an hour, or so VVin, while I
go, and see how my matter goes forward, and if the
Puppets be perfect; and then I'll come and fetch
VVin. Will you leave me alone with two Men, John?
Joh. I, they are honest Gentlemen VVin, Captain Jor-
dan, and Captain VVhit, they'll use you very civilly, VVin.
God b' w' you VVin.
Urs. What's her Husband gone?
Kno. On his false gallop, Urs, away.
Urs. An' you be right Bartholmew-birds, now shew
your selves so: we are undone for want of Fowl i' the
Fair, here. Here will be Zekiel Edgworth, and three or
four Gallants with him at night, and I ha' neither Plo-
ver nor Quail for 'em: perswade this between you two,
to become a Bird o' the Game, while I work the Velvet
Woman within, (as you call her.)
Kno. I conceive thee, Urs! go thy ways, dost thou
hear, Whit? is't not pitty, my delicate dark chestnut
here, with the fine lean Head, large Fore-head, round
Eyes, even Mouth, sharp Ears, long Neck, thin Crest,
close Withers, plain Back, deep Sides, short Fillets, and
full Flanks: with a round Belly, a plump Buttock, large
Thighs, knit Knees, strait Legs, short Pasterns, smooth
Hoofs, and short Heels, should lead a dull honest Wo-
mans life, that might live the life of a Lady?
Whi. Yes, by my fait and trot, it is, Captain: de ho-
nesht Womans life is a scurvy dull life, indeed, la.
Win. How, Sir? is an honest Womans life a scurvy
Whi. Yes fait, shweet heart, believe him, de leef of a
Bond-woman! but if dou vilt harken to me, I vill make
tee a Free-woman, and a Lady: dou shalt live like a La-
dy, as te Captain saish.
Kno. I, and be honest too sometimes: have her Wi-
ers, and her Tires, her green Gowns, and Velvet Pet-
Whi. I, and ride to Ware and Rumford i' dy Coash, shee
de Players, be in love vit 'em; sup vit gallantsh, be
drunk, and cost de noting.
Kno. Brave Vapours!
Whi. And lie by twenty on 'em, if dou pleash shweet
Win. What, and be honest still, that were fine sport.
Whi. Tish common, shweet heart, tou mai'st do it
by my Hand: it shall be justified to ty Husbands Faish,
now: tou shalt be as honesht as the Skin between his
Kno. Yes, and wear a Dressing, top, and top-gallant,
to compare with ere a Husband on 'em all, for a Fore-
top: it is the Vapour of Spirit in the Wife to Cuckold
now adays; as it is the Vapour of fashion in the Hus-
band, not to suspect. Your prying Cat-eyed-Citizen is
an abominable Vapour.
Win. Lord, what a Fool have I been!
Whi. Mend then, and do every ting like a Lady, here-
after, never know thy Husband from another Man.
Kno. Nor any one Man from another, but i' the dark.
Whi. I, and then it ish no dishgrash to know any Man.
Urs. Help, help here.
Kno. How now? what Vapour's there?
Urs. O, you are a sweet Ranger! and look well to your
Walks. Yonder is your Punk of Turnbull, ramping Alice,
has faln upon the poor Gentlewoman within, and pull'd
her Hood over her Ears, and her Hair through it.
[Alice enters, beating the Justice's Wife.
Ove. Help, help, i' the King's Name.
Ali. A mischief on you, they are such as you are, that
undo us, and take our Trade from us, with your Tuft-
Kno. How now Alice!
Ali. The poor common Whores can ha' no Traffick,
for the privy rich ones; your Caps and Hoods of Vel-
vet, call away our Customers, and lick the Fat from us.
Urs. Peace you foul ramping Jade, you ——
Ali. Od's foot, you Bawd in greace, are you talking?