Now can I out-do any Button-maker, at his own trade,
I have fifteen fits of an Ague, Nurse, 'tis gone I hope,
The hard-hearted woman has left me alone. Nurse--
And she knows too I ha but a lean conscience to keep me company.
[_Noise within._
The devil's among 'em in the Parlour sure,
The Ghost three stories high, he has the Nurse sure,
He is boyling of her bones now, hark how she whistles:
There's Gentlewomen within too, how will they do?
I'll to the Cook, for he was drunk last night,
And now he is valiant, he is a kin to th'devil too,
And fears no fire.
_Enter_ Lurcher _and Boy_.
_Lur._ No light?
_Boy._ None left Sir,
They are gone, and carried all the candles with 'em,
Their fright is infinite, let's make good use on't,
We must be quick sir, quick, or the house will rise else.
_Lu._ Was this the Chest?
_Boy._ Yes, yes.
_Lur._ There was two of 'em.
Or I mistake.
_Boy._ I know the right, no stay Sir,
Nor no discourse, but to our labor lustily,
Put to your strength and make as little noise,
Then presently out at the back door.
_Lur._ Come Boy.
Come happy child and let me hug thy excellence. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Wildbrain.
_Wild._ What thousand noises pass through all the rooms!
What cryes and hurries! sure the devil's drunk.
And tumbles through the house, my villanies
That never made me apprehend before
Danger or fear, a little now molest me;
My Cosens death sits heavy o'my conscience,
Would I had been half hang'd when I hammer'd it.
I aim'd at a living divorce, not a burial
That _Frank_ might have had some hope: hark still
In every room confusion, they are all mad,
Most certain all stark mad within the house,
A punishment inflicted for my lewdness,
That I might have the more sense of my mischief,
And run the more mad too, my Aunt is hang'd sure,
Sure hang'd her self, or else the fiend has fetch'd her.
I heard a hundred cryes, the Devil, the Devil,
Th[e]n roaring, and then tumbling, all the chambers
Are a meer Babel, or another Bedlam.
What should I think? I shake my self too:
Can the Devil find no time, but when we are merry,
Here's something comes.
_Enter_ Newlove.
_New._ Oh that I had some company,
I care not what they were, to ease my misery,
To comfort me.
_Wild._ Whose that?
_New._ Again? nay then receive--
_Wild._ Hold, hold I am no fury.
The Merchants wife.
_New._ Are ye a man? pray heaven you be.
_Wild._ I am.
_New._ Alass I have met Sir
The strangest things to night.
_Wild._ Why do you stare.
_New._ Pray comfort me, and put your candle out,
For if I see the spirit again I dye for't.
And hold me fast, for I shall shake to pieces else.
_Wild._ I'll warrant you, I'll hold ye,
Hold ye as tenderly; I have put the light out,
Retire into my Chamber, there I'll watch wi'ye,
I'll keep you from all frights.
_New._ And will ye keep me.
_Wild._ Keep you as secure Lady.
_New._ You must not wrong me then, the devil will have us.
_Wild._ No, no, I'll love you, then the devil will fear us.
For he fears all that love, pray come in quickly,
For this is the malicious house he walks in,
The hour he blasts sweet faces, lames the limbs in,
Depraves the senses, now within this half hour
He will have power to turn all Citizens wives
Into strange Creatures, Owles, and long-tail'd Monkeys,
Jayes, Pies, and Parrots, quickly, I smell his brimstone.
_New._ It comes agen I am gone shift for your self Sir. [_Exit._
_Wild._ Sure this whole night is nothing but illusion,
Here's nothing comes, all they are mad, damn'd devil
To drive her back again, 't had been thy policy
To have let us alone, we might have done some fine thing
To have made thy hel-hood laugh, 'tis a dainty wench,
If I had her again, not all your fellow goblins,
Nor all their clawes should scratch her hence, I'll stay still,
May be her fright will bring her back again,
Yet I will hope.
_Enter_ Toby.
_Tob._ I can find no bed, no body, nor no chamber,
Sure they are all ith'Cellar, and I cannot find that neither,
I am led up and down like a tame ass, my light's out
And I grope up and down like blind-man-buffe,
And break my face, and break my pate.
_Wild._ It comes again sure
I see the shadow, I'll have faster hold now,
Sure she is mad, I long to lye with a mad-woman,
She must needs have rare new tricks.
_Tob._ I hear one whisper
If it be the devil now to allure me into his clutches,
For devils have a kind of tone like crickets.
[_Wild._] I have a glimpse of her guise, 'tis she would steal [by] me,
But I'll stand sure.
_Tob._ I have but a dram of wit left,
And that's even ready to run, oh for my bed now.
_Wild._ She nam'd a bed, I like that, she repents sure,
Where is she now?
_Tob._ Who's that?
_Wild._ Are you there, In, In, In presently.
_Tob._ I feel his talents through me,
'Tis an old haggard devil, what will he do with me?
_Wild._ Let me kiss thee first, quick, quick.
_Tob._ A leacherous Devil.
_Wild._ What a hairy whore 'tis, sure she has a muffler.
_Tob._ If I should have a young Satan by him, for I dare not deny him,
In what case were I? who durst deliver me?
_Wild._ 'Tis but my fancy, she is the same, in quickly,
gently my Sweet girl.
_Tob._ Sweet devil be good to me. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Lurch, _and Boy_.
_Lur._ Where's my love, Boy.
_Boy._ She's coming with a Candle
To see our happy prize.
_Lur._ I am cruel weary.
_Boy._ I cannot blame ye, plate is very heavy
To carry without light or help.
_Lur._ The fear too
At every stumble to be discover'd boy,
At every cough to raise a Constable,
Well, we'll be merry now.
_Boy._ We have some reason;
Things compass'd without fear or eminent danger,
Are too luxurious sir to live upon.
Money and wealth got thus are as full venture,
And carry in their nature as much merit
As his, that digs 'em out 'oth' mine, they last too
Season'd with doubts and dangers most delitiously,
Riches that fall upon us are too ripe,
And dull our appetites.
_Lu._ Most learned child.
_Enter Mistriss._
_Mi._ Y'are welcome, where have you left it.
_Lu._ In the next room, hard by.
_Mi._ Is it plate all.
_Lu._ All, all, and Jewels, I am monstrous weary,
Prethee let's go to bed.
_Mi._ Prethee lets see it first.
_Lu._ To morrow's a new day sweet.
_Mi._ Yes to melt it,
But let's agree to night, how it shall be handled,
I'll have a new gown.
_Lur._ 'Shat have any thing.
_Mi._ And such a riding suit as Mistress _Newloves_:
What though I be no Gentlewoman born,
I hope I may atchieve it by my carriage.
_Lu._ Thou sayst right.
_Mi._ You promis'd me a horse too, and a lackquay.
_Lur._ Thou shalt have horses six, and a postilion.
_Mi._ That will be stately sweet heart, a postilion.
_Lu._ Nay, we'll be in fashion; he shall ride before us
In winter, with as much dirt would dampe a musket;
The inside of our coach shall be of scarlet.
_Mi._ That will be dear.
_Lu._ There is a dye projecting
Will make it cheap, wench, come thou shalt have any thing.
_Mi._ Where is this chest, I long, sweet, to behold
Our Indies.
_Boy._ Mistress lets melt it first, and then 'tis fit
You should dispose it, then 'tis safe from danger.
_Mi._ I'll be a loving Mistress to my boy too.
Now fetch it in and lets rejoyce upon't.
_Boy._ Hold your light Mistress, we may see to enter.
_Mi._ Ha what's here? call you this a chest?
_Boy._ We ha mist Sir.
Our haste and want of light made us mistake.
_Mi._ A very Coffin.
_Lu._ How! a Coffin? Boy, 'tis very like one.
_Boy._ The devil ow'd us a shame, and now he has paid us.
_Mi._ Is this your Treasure?
_Boy._ Bury me alive in't.
_Lu._ It may be there is no room.
_Mi._ Nay, I will search it:
I'll see what wealth's within,--a womans face,
And a fair womans.
_Boy._ I cannot tell sir,
Belike this was the sadness that possest 'em;
The plate stood next, I'm sure.
_Lur._ I shake, I shake Boy, what a cold sweat--
_Boy._ This may work, what will become on's Sir?
_Mi._ She is cold, dead cold: de'e find 'your conscience,
De'e bring your Gillians hither--nay, she's punish'd,
You conceal'd love's cas'd up?
_Lur._ 'Tis _Maria_, the very same, the Bride, new horror!
_Mi._ These are fine tricks, you hope she's in a sound
But I'll take order she shall ne'r recover
To bore my Nose, come, take her up and bury her
Quickly, or I'll cry out; take her up instantly.
_Lu._ Be not so hasty fool, that may undo us;
We may be in for murther so; be patient,
Thou seest she's dead, and cannot injure thee.
_Mi._ I am sure she shall not.
_Boy._ Be not, Sir, dejected,
Too much a strange mistake! this had not been else,
It makes me almost weep to think upon't.
_Lu._ What an unlucky thief am I!
_Mi._ I'll no considering, either bestir your self, or--
_Lu._ Hold.
_Mi._ Let it not stay, to smell then, I will not
Indure the stink of a Rival.
_Lu._ Would 'twere there again.
_Boy._ We must bury her.
_Lur._ But were o'th sudden, or with what providence,
That no eyes watch us.
_Mi._ Take a Spade and follow me,
The next fair ground we meet, make the Church-yard;
As I live, I'll see her lodg'd. [_Exit._
_Lu._ It must be so,
How heavy my heart is, I ha no life left.
_Boy._ I am past thinking too, no understanding,
That I should miss the right Chest.
_Lu._ The happy Chest.
_Boy._ That, which I saw and markt too.
_Lu._ Well passion wo'not help us,
Had I twenty falls for this!
_Boy._ 'Twas my fault sir.
And twenty thousand fears for this, oth'devil,
Now could I curse, well, we have her now,
And must dispose her.
_Enter Mistress._
_Mi._ Hang both for two blind buzzards, here's a Spade
Quickly or I'll call the neighbors.
There's no remedy,
Would the poor hungry prisoners had this pastie. [_Exeunt._
_Enter Justice, and a Servant with a light._
_Ser._ 'Twas a strange mischance Sir.
_Ju._ Mischance, sayst? No 'twas happiness to me,
There's so much charge say'd, I have her portion,
I'll marry twenty more on such conditions.
_Ser._ Did it not trouble you Sir,
To see her dead?
_Ju._ Not much, I thank my conscience;
I was tormented till that happen'd, furies
Were in my brain to think my self a Cuckold
At that time of the night:
When I come home, I charge you shut my doors,
Locks, bolts, and bars, are little enough to secure me.
_Ser._ Why, and please you?
_Ju._ Fool to ask that question;
To keep out women, I expect her Mother
Will visit me with her clamors, oh I hate
Their noise, and do abhor the whole sex heartily;
They are all walking Devils, Harpyes: I will study
A week together how to rail sufficiently,
Upon 'em all, and that I may be furnish'd,
Thou shalt buy all the railing Books and Ballads,
That Malice hath invented against women,
I will read nothing else, and practise 'em,
Till I grow fat with curses.
_Ser._ If you'll go
To th'charge, let me alone to find you Books.
_Ju._ They come neer us.
_Ser._ Whats that?
_Ju._ Where? hold up the Torch Knave.
_Ser._ Did you hear nothing, 'tis a ----
_Ju._ Why dost make a stand?
_Ser._ Whats that?
_Ju._ Where, where, dost see any thing?
We are hard by the Church-yard, and I was never
Valiant at midnight in such irksome places;
They say Ghosts walk sometimes, hark, de'e hear nothing?
_Enter Lurcher, Boy, and Mistress._
_Mi._ No farther, dig here, and lay her in quickly.
_Lur._ What light is that Boy, we shall be discover'd;
Set the Coffin up an end, and get behind me,
There's no avoiding.
_Boy._ Oh!
_Ju._ Where's that groan? I begin to be afraid.
_Ser._ What shall we do Sir?
_Ju._ We are almost at home now, thou must go forward,
Perhaps 'twas my imagination.
_Lur._ 'Tis he?
_Boy._ I know him too, let me alone.
_Ser._ Oh Sir, a Ghost, the very Ghost of Mistress Bride,
I have no power to run away.
_Ju._ Cursed Ghost, bless me, preserve me,
I do command thee what so ere thou art,
I do conjure thee leave me; do not fright me;
If thou beest a devil vex me not so soon,
If thou beest
The spirit of my wife.
_Boy._ Thy Wife.
_Ju._ I shall be tormented.
_Boy._ Thy abus'd wife, that cannot peaceably
Enjoy her death, thou hast an evil conscience.
_Ju._ I know it.
_Boy._ Among thy other sins which black thy soul,
Call to thy mind thy vow made to another,
Whom thou hast wrong'd, and make her satisfaction
Now I am dead, thou perjur'd man: or else
A thousand black tormentors shall pursue thee,
Untill thou leap into eternal flames;
Where gold which thou ador[e]'st here on earth
Melted, the fiends shall powre into thy throat;
For this time pass, go home and think upon me.
_Lur._ Away.
_Ser._ There are more spirits.
_Ju._ Thank you dear wife,
I'll bestow twenty nobles of a Tomb for thee,
Thou shalt not walk and catch cold after death. [_They go Backward in._
_Lu._ So, so, they'r gone, 'twas my ingenious rascal:
But how dost thou know he made vows to another?
_Boy._ I over-heard the woman talk to night on't;
But now let's lose no time Sir, pray lets bury
This Gentlewoman, where's my Mistress?
_Enter Mistress._
_Mi._ Here I durst not tarry.
_Lu._ We ha so cosen'd the old forty i'th hundred,
And the devil hinder him not, he'll go a pilgrimage;
But come, about our business, set her down again.
_Mar._ Oh!
_Lur._ She groans, ha.
_Mar._ Oh!
_Lur._ Again, she stirs.
_Mi._ Lets fly, or else we shall be torn in pieces.
_Lur._ And you be good at that, bury your self,
Or let the Sexton take ye for his fee,
Away boy. [_Exit._
_Mar._ I am very cold, dead cold;
Where am I? What's this? a Coffin? where have I been?
Mercy defend me: Ha? I do remember
I was betray'd, and swounded, my heart akes,
I am wondrous hungry too, dead bodies eat not;
Sure I was meant for burial, I am frozen;
Death, 'like a cake of Ice dwells round about me;
Darkness spreads o're the world too, where? what path?
Best providence direct me. [_Exit._
_Actus Tertius._
_Enter Lady_, Wildbraine, Women, Toby.
_La._ Thou art the most unfortunate fellow.
_Wild._ Why Aunt what have I done?
_La._ The most malicious varlet,
Thy wicked head never at rest, but hammering,
And ha[t]ching hellish things, and to no purpose,
So thou mayst have thy base will.
_Wi._ Why do you rail thus?
Cannot a scurvy accident fall out,
But I must be at one end on't?
_La._ Thou art at both ends.
_Wi._ Cannot young sullen wenches play the fools
And marry, and dye, but I must be the agent?
All that I did (and if that be an injury,
Let the world judge it) was but to perswade her,
And (as I take it) I was bound to it too,
To make the reverend coxcombe her husband Cuckold:
What else could I advise her? was there harm i'this?
You are of years, and have run through experience,
Would you be content if you were young again,
To have a continual cough grow to your pillow?
A rottenness, that vaults are perfumes to;
Hang in your roof, and like a fog infect you?
Anointed hammes, to keep his hinges turning,
Reek ever in your nose, and twenty night caps,
With twenty several sweats?
_To._ Some Jew, some Justice,
A thousand heathen smels to say truth Madam,
And would you mellow my young pretty Mistriss
In such a mis-ken?
_La._ Sirra,
Where's the body of my Girl?
_Wi._ I know not,
I am no Conjurer, you may look the body,
I was like to be stol'n away my self, the Spirit
Had like to ha surpris'd me in the shape of a woman,
Of a young woman, and you know those are dangerous.
_To._ So had I Madam, simply though I stand here,
I had been ravish'd too: I had twenty Spirits,
In every corner of the house a Fiend met me.
_La._ You lye like Raskals,
Was Mistriss _Newlove_ such a spirit Sir?
To fright your worship;
Well, I discharge you Sir, y'are now at liberty,
Live where you please, and do what pranks you fancy,
You know your substance: though you are my Nephew,
I am no way bound Sir to protect your mischief;
So fare you well.
_Wi._ Farewell good Aunt, I thank you,
Adiew honest _Nick_, the devil if he have power,
Will persecute your old bones, for this Marriage,
Farewell Mistress _Win_.
_To._ And shall we part with dry lips?
Shall we that have been fellow devils together
Flinch for an old womans fart?
_Wi._ 'Tis a fine time a night too, but we must part _Nick_.
_To._ Shall we never ring again? ne'r toss the tenor,
And roul the changes [in] a Cup of Clarret?
You shall not want what ere I lay my hands on,
As I am sure _Automedon_ the Coachman,
Shall be distributed; bear up, I say, hang sorrow,
Give me that bird abroad that lives at pleasure,
_Sam_ the Butler's true, the Cook a reverend Trojan,
The Faulkner shall sell his Hawks, and swear they were rotten,
There be some wandring spoons, that may be met with,
I'll pawn a Coach horse, peace, utter no sentences.
The har[nesse] shall be us'd in our wars also;
Or shall I drive her (tell me but your will now,
Say but the word) over some rotten bridg,
Or by a Marl-pit side, she may slip in daintily,
Let me alone for my self.
_Wi._ No, no, farewell _Toby_,
Farewell spiny _Nicholas_, no such thing,
There be ways i'the world, if you see me
A day or two hence, may be wee'l crack a quart yet,
And pull a bell, commend to the houshold;
Nay, cry not _Toby_, 'twill make thy head giddy.
_To._ Sweet Master _Wildbraine_.
_Wi._ No more _Toby_, go the times may alter--
But where's the coarse of my dead cosen,
(If she be dead) I hop'd 'thad but dissembled
That sits heavy here: _Toby_, honest _Toby_,
Lend me thy Lanthorn, I forgot 'twas dark,
I had need look to my ways now.
_To._ Take a lodging with me to night in the Stable,
And ride away to morrow with one of the horses,
Next your heart, pray do.
_Wi._ No, good night good neighbor _Toby_, I will wander,
I scorn to submit my self, ere I have rambled,
But whither, or with what, that's more material;
No matter, and the worst come, it is but stealing,
And my Aunt wo'not see me hang'd for her own credit,
And farewel in a Halter costs me nothing. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Hartlove.
_Fran._ The night, and all the evil the night covers,
The Goblins, Haggs, and the black spawn of darkness,
Cannot fright me: no death, I dare thy cruelty.
For I am weary both of life and light too;
Keep my wits heaven, they say spirits appear
To melancholy minds, and the graves open,
I would fain see the fair _Maria_'s shadow,
But speak unto her spirit e'er I dyed,
But ask upon my knees a mercy from her;
I was a villain, but her wretched kinsman,
That set his plot, shall with his heart-blood satisfie
Her injur'd life and honor, what light's this?
_Enter_ Wildbrain _with a Lanthorn_.
_Wild._ It is but melancholy walking thus;
The Tavern doors are baracado'd too,
Where I might drink till morn in expectation;
I cannot meet the Watch neither; nothing in
The likeness of a Constable, whom I might,
In my distress, abuse, and so be carried,
For want of other lodging, to the Counter.
_Fra._ 'Tis his voice, Fate, I thank thee.
_Wild._ Ha, who's that, and thou be'st a man speak?
_Frank Hartlove_, then I bear my destinies,
Thou art the man of all the world I wish'd for;
My Aunt has turn'd me out a doors, she has,
At this unchristian hour, and I do walk,
Methinks like _Guido Faux_ with my dark Lanthorn,
Stealing to set the Town a fire; i'th' Countrey
I should be tane for _William_ o' the Wispe,
Or: _Robin Good-fellow_, and how dost _Frank_?
_Ha._ The worse for you.
_Wild._ Come, tha'rt a fool, art going to thy lodging?
I'll lie with thee to night, and tell thee stories,
How many devils we ha met withal;
Our house is haunted _Frank_, whole legions,
I saw fifty for my share.
_Fr._ Didst not fright 'em?
_Wild._ How; fright 'em? no, they frighted me sufficiently.
_Fr._ Thou hadst wickedness enough to make them stare,
And be afraid o' thee, malicious devil;
And draw thy sword, for by _Maria's_ soul;
I will not let thee scape to do more mischief.
_Wild._ Thou art mad, what dost mean?
_Fr._ To kill thee, nothing else will ease my anger,
The injury is fresh, I bleed withal,
Nor can that word express it, theres no peace in't,
Nor must it be forgiven, but in death;
Therefore call up thy valour, if thou'st any.
And summon up thy spirits to defend thee;
Thy heart must suffer for thy damn'd practises,
Against thy noble cosin, and my innocence.
_Wild._ Hold, hear a word; did I do any thing
But for your good, that you might have her,
That in that desperate time I might redeem her,
Although with shew of loss.
_Fr._ Out ugly villain,
Fling on her the most hated name of whore
To the worlds eye, and face it out in courtesie,
Bring him to see't, and make me drunk to attempt it.
_Enter_ Maria.
_Ma._ I hear some voices this way.
_Fr._ No more, if you can pray, do it as you fight.
_Ma._ What new frights oppose me? I have heard that tongue.
_Wild._ 'Tis my fortune.
You could not take me in a better time, Sir,
I ha nothing to lose but the love I lent thee,
My life my sword protect.
_Ma._ I know 'em both, but to prevent their ruines,
Must not discover--stay men most desperate;
The mischief you are forward to commit
Will keep me from my grave, and tie my spirit
To endless troubles else.
_Wild._ Ha, 'tis her Ghost.
_Fr. Maria?_
_Ma._ Hear me both, each wound you make
Runs through my soul, and is a new death to me,
Each threatening danger will affright my rest;
Look on me _Hartlove_, and my kinsman view me;
Was I not late in my unhappy marriage,
Sufficient miserable? full of all misfortunes?
But you must add, with your most impious angers,
Unto my sleeping dust this insolence?
Would you teach time to speak eternally
Of my disgraces; make Records to keep 'em,
Keep them in brass? fight then, and kill my honor;
Fight deadly both, and let your bloody swords,
Through my reviv'd, and reeking infamy
(That never shall be purg'd) find your own ruines:
_Hartlove_, I lov'd thee once, and hop'd again
In a more blessed love to meet thy spirit,
If thou kill'st him, thou art a murtherer,
And murther shall never inherit heaven:
My time is come, my concealed grave expects me,
Farewel, and follow not, your feet are bloody,
And will pollute my peace: I hope they are melted,
This is my way sure. [_Exit._
_Fr._ Stay blessed soul.
_Wi._ Would she had come sooner, and ha sav'd some blood.
_Fr._ Dost bleed?
_Wild._ Yes certainly, I can both see and feel it.
_Fr._ Now I well hope it is not dangerous;
Give me thy hand, as [farre as] honor guides me,
I'll know thee again.
_Wild._ I thank thee heartily;
I know not where to get a Surgeon;
This vision troubles me, sure she is living,
And I was foolish blind, I could not find it;
I bleed apace still, and my heart grows heavy,
If I go far I faint, I'll knock at this house,
They may be charitable, would 'twere perfect day.
_Enter Mistriss._
_Mist._ 'Tis not he: What would you, Sir?
_Wild._ I would crave a little rest Lady,
And for my hurts some Surgerie, I am a Gentleman
That fortune of a fight--
_Mist._ A handsome Gentleman,
Alas he bleeds, a very handsome Gentleman.
_Wild._ A sweet young wench, beshrew my heart a fair one;
Fortune has made me some recompence.
_Mist._ Pray come in, the air is hurtful for you,
Pray let me lead you, I'll have a bed for you presently,
I'll be your Surgeon too, alas sweet Gentleman.
_Wild._ I feel no hurts, the morning comes too fast now.
_Mist._ Softly, I beseech you. [_Exit._
_Enter Lady and_ Toby.
_Tob._ He is not up yet Madam, what meant you
To come forth so early?
_La._ You blockhead;
Your eyes are sow'd up still, they cannot see
When it is day: oh my poor _Maria_;
Where be the women?
_Tob._ They said they would follow us.
_La._ He shall not laugh thus at my misery,
And kill my child, and steal away her body,
And keep her portion too.
_Tob._ Let him be hang'd for't,
You have my voice.
_La._ These women not come yet?
A Son-in-law, I'll keep a Conjurer,
But I'll find out his knavery.
_Tob._ Do, and I'll help him.
And if he were here, this whip should conjure him,
Here's a _Capias_, and it catch hold on's breech,
I'de make him soon believe the Devil were there.
_La._ An old Usurer.
_Tob._ He married the money, that's all he lookt for;
For your daughter, let her sink or swim.
_La._ I'll swim him;
This is his house, I wonder they stay thus,
That we might rail him out on's wits.
_Tob._ They'll come,
Fear not Madam, and bring clappers with 'em,
Or some have lost their old wont, I have heard,
No disparagement to your Ladyship, some o' their tongues
Like _Tom-a-Lincoln_, three miles off.
_La._ Oh fie,
How tedious are they?
_Tob._ What and we lost no time,
You and I shall make a shift to begin with him,
And tune our Instruments till the Consort come
To make up the full noise, I'll knock.
_Ju._ Who's that rapt so saucily?
_Tob._ 'Tis I, _Toby_, come down, or else we'll fetch you down,
Alas, this is but the [Saunce] bell, here's a Gentlewoman
Will ring you another peal, come down, I say.
_Ju._ Some new fortifications, look to my doors,
Put double barrs, I will not have her enter,
Nor any of her Tribe, they come to terrifie me:
Keep out her tongue too, if you can.
_La._ I hear you,
And I will send my tongue up to your worship,
The eccho of it shall flye o'er the street;
My Daughter that thou killedst with kindness (Jew)
That thou betrayedst to death, thou double Jew,
And after stol'st her body.