I stick my onions, cut in halfes: the other
Is full of loope-holes, out at which, I thrust
The noses of my bellowes; and, those bellowes
I keepe, with water-workes, in perpetuall motion,
(Which is the easi'st matter of a hundred)
Now, fir, your onion, which doth naturally
Attract th' infection, and your bellowes, blowing
The ayre vpon him, will fhew (instantly)

By his chang'd colour, if there be contagion,
Or elfe, remaine as faire, as at the first.

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Now 'tis knowne, 'tis nothing. PER. You are right,

fir.

POL. I would, I had my note. PER. 'Faith, fo would I:

But, you ha' done well, for once, fir. POL. Were I

false,

Or would be made fo, I could fhew you reasons,
How I could fell this state, now, to the Turke;
Spight of their galleis, or their PER. Pray you,
fir POLL.

POL. I haue 'hem not, about me. PER. That I
fear'd.

They' are there, fir? POL. No, this is my diary,
Wherein I note my actions of the day.

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PER. 'Pray you, let's fee, fir. What is here? notandum,

135

A rat had gnawne my spurre-lethers; notwithstanding,
I put on new, and did goe forth: but, first,

I threw three beanes ouer the threshold. Item,

I went, and bought two tooth-pickes, whereof one

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I burft, immediatly, in a difcourfe

With a dutch merchant, 'bout ragion del ftato.
From him I went, and payd a moccinigo,
For peecing my filke ftockings; by the way,

131 [Examining his papers. G

135 [Reads. G

I cheapen'd sprats: and at St. MARKES, I vrin'd. 'Faith, these are politique notes! POL. Sir, I

flippe

No action of my life, thus, but I quote it.

PER. Beleeue me it is wife! POL. Nay, fir, forth.

A&t IIII.

Scene II.

VV

LADY, NANO, WOMEN, POLITIQVE,

PEREGRINE.

Here fhould this loose knight be, trow? h'is houf'd.

NAN. Why, then he's faft. LAD. he plaies both, with me:

I pray you, stay.

This heate will doe more harm

To my complexion, then his heart is worth. (I do not care to hinder, but to take him)

How it comes of! Woм. My master's yonder. I Where?

WOM. With a yong gentleman. LAD. That fai the party!

In mans apparell. 'Pray you, fir, iog my knight: I will be tender to his reputation,

How euer he demerit. POL. My lady! PER. Wh POL. 'Tis fhee indeed, fir, you fhall know

She is,

Were the not mine, a lady of that merit,

For fashion, and behauiour; and, for beauty

I durft compare

iealous,

That dare commend her.

course

PER. It feemes, you are

POL. Nay, and for

PEREGRIN

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146 thus, but] but thus G at a distance, Lady POLITICK WOULD-BE, NANO, and two women. G 6 [Rubbing her cheeks. G 10 [seeing her

PER. Being your wife, fhee cannot miffe that.

POL. Madame,

Here is a gentleman, 'pray you, vse him, fairely,

He feemes a youth, but he is LAD. None? POL.

Yes, one

Has put his face, as foone, into the world

LAD. You meane, as earely? but to day? POL.
How's this!

LAD. Why in this habit, fir, you apprehend me.
Well, master WOVLD-BEE, this doth not become you;
I had thought, the odour, fir, of your good name,
Had beene more precious to you; that you would not
Haue done this dire maffacre, on your honour;
One of your grauity, and ranke, besides!
But, knights, I fee, care little for the oath

They make to ladies: chiefely, their owne ladies.
POL. Now, by my fpurres (the symbole of my
knight-hood)

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25

(PER. Lord! how his braine is humbled, for an

oath)

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POL. I reach you not. LAD. Right, fir, your politie

May beare it through, thus. Sir, a word with you.
I would be loth, to contest publikely,

With any gentlewoman; or to seeme

Froward, or violent (as the courtier fayes)

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It comes too neere rufticity, in a lady,

Which I would fhun, by all meanes: and, how-euer

I may deferue from mafter WOVLD-BEE, yet,

T'haue one faire gentlewoman, thus, be made
Th'vnkind instrument, to wrong another,
And one she knowes not, I, and to perfeuer;
In my poore iudgement, is not warranted
From being a folacisme in our sexe,

16 [introducing PER. G 30 [Aside. G 32 [To PER. G

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20 this? Q 22 Mr. Q
34 Gentlewoman Q

38 Mr. Q

If not in manners. PER. How is this! PoL. Swe

madame,

Come neerer to your ayme. LAD. Mary, and will,
Since you prouoke me, with your impudence,
And laughter of your light land-firen, here,

Your SPORVS, your hermaphrodite- PER. Wha

here?

Poetique fury, and historique stormes!

POL. The gentleman, beleeue it, is of worth,

1

And of our nation. LAD. I, your white-Frie

nation?

Come, I blush for you, master WOVLD-BEE, I;

And am afham'd, you should ha' no more forehead, Then, thus, to be the patron, or St. GEORGE

To a lewd harlot, a base fricatrice,

A female deuill, in a male out-fide. PoL. Nay,
And you be fuch a one! I must bid adieu

To your delights. The cafe appeares too liquide.
LAD. I, you may carry't cleare, with your state-fac
But, for your carniuale concupifcence,

Who here is fled for liberty of conscience,
From furious perfecution of the Marshall,
Her will I difc'ple. PER. This is fine, i'faith!
And do you vie this, often? is this part

Of your wits exercise, 'gainst you haue occafion?
Madam
LAD. Go to, fir. PER.

heare me, lady?

Do yo

Why, if your knight haue fet you to begge fhirts, Or to inuite me home, you might haue done it

A neerer way, by farre.

Out of my snare. PER.

LAD. This cannot work yo

Why? am I in it, then?

Indeede, your husband told me, you were faire,
And so you are; onely your nose enclines

(That fide, that's next the funne) to the queene-appl LAD. This cannot be endur'd, by any patience.

52 Mr. Q 57 And] An G 58 [Exit. G

A&t IIII. Scene III.

MOSCA, LADY, PEREGRINE.

Hat's the matter, madame? LAD. If the
Senate

VVH

Right not my queft, in this; I will proteft
'hem,

To all the world, no aristocracie.

Mos. What is the iniurie, lady? LAD. Why, the

callet,

You told me of, here I haue tane disguif'd.

Mos. Who? this? what meanes your ladiship? the

creature

I mention❜d to you, is apprehended, now,
Before the Senate, you fhall fee her-
Where?

LAD.

Mos. I'le bring you to her. This yong gentleman I faw him land, this morning, at the port.

LAD. Is't poffible! how has my iudgement wander'd!

Sir, I must, blushing, say to you, I haue err'd:

And plead your pardon. PER. What! more changes,
yet?

LAD. I hope, yo' ha' not the malice to remember
A gentlewomans paffion. If you stay,
In Venice, here, please you to vse me, fir-

Mos. Will you go, madame? LAD. 'Pray you, fir,
víe mee. In faith,

The more you see me, the more I fhall conceiue,
You haue forgot our quarrell. PER. This is rare!
- Sir POLITIQVE WOVLD-BEE? no, fir POLITIQVE bawd!
To bring me, thus, acquainted with his wife!

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