The Roaring Girle/Act 4 Scene 1
Enter Sir Alexander Wengraue solus.
Alex.Vnahppy in the follies of a sonne,
Led against iudgement, sence, obedience,
Enter TrapdoreAnd all the powers of noblenesse and wit;
Oh wretched father, now Trapdore will she come?
Led against iudgement, sence, obedience,
Enter TrapdoreAnd all the powers of noblenesse and wit;
Oh wretched father, now Trapdore will she come?
Trap.In mans apparell sir, I am in her heart now,
And share in all her secrets.
And share in all her secrets.
Alex.Peace, peace, peace.
Here take my Germane watch, hang't vp in sight,
That I may see her hang in English for't.
Here take my Germane watch, hang't vp in sight,
That I may see her hang in English for't.
Trap.I warrant you for that now, next Sessions rids her sir,
This watch will bring her in better then a hundred constables.
This watch will bring her in better then a hundred constables.
Alex.Good Trapdore saist thou so, thou cheer'st my heart
After a storme of sorrow,—my gold chaine too,
Here take a hundred markes in yellow linkes.
After a storme of sorrow,—my gold chaine too,
Here take a hundred markes in yellow linkes.
Trap.That will do well to bring the watch to light sir.
And worth a thousand of your Headborowes lanthornes.
And worth a thousand of your Headborowes lanthornes.
Alex.Place that a'the Court cubbart, let it lie
Full in the veiw of her theefe-whoorish eie.
Full in the veiw of her theefe-whoorish eie.
Trap.Shee cannot misse it sir, I see't so plaine, that I could steal't my selfe.
Alex.Perhaps thou shalt too,
That or something as weighty; what shee leaues,
Thou shalt come closely in, and filch away,
And all the weight vpon her backe I'le lay.
That or something as weighty; what shee leaues,
Thou shalt come closely in, and filch away,
And all the weight vpon her backe I'le lay.
Trap.You cannot assure that sir.
Alex.No, what lets it?
Trap.Being a stout girle, perhaps shee'l desire pressing,
Then all the weight must ly vpon her belly.
Then all the weight must ly vpon her belly.
Alex.Belly or backe I care not so I'ue one.
Trap.You'r of my minde for that sir.
Alex.Hang vp my ruffe band with the diamond at it,
It may be shee'l like that best.
It may be shee'l like that best.
Trap.It's well for her, that shee must haue her choice, hee thinkes nothing too good for her, if you hold on this minde a little longer, it shall bee the first worke I doe to turne theefe my selfe; would do a man good to be hang'd when he is so wel prouided for.
Alex.So, well sayd; all haugs well, would shee hung so too,
The sight would please me more, then all their gilsterings:
Oh that my mysteries to such streights should runne,
Exeunt.That I must rob my selfe to blesse my sonne.
The sight would please me more, then all their gilsterings:
Oh that my mysteries to such streights should runne,
Exeunt.That I must rob my selfe to blesse my sonne.
Enter Sebastian, with Mary Fitz-Allard like a page, and Mol.
Seb.Thou hast done me a kind office, without touch
Either of sinne or shame, our loues are honest.
Either of sinne or shame, our loues are honest.
Mol.I'de scorne to make such shift to bring you together else.
Seb.Now haue I time and opportunity
Kisse.Without all feare to bid thee welcome loue.
Kisse.Without all feare to bid thee welcome loue.
Mary.Neuer with more desire and harder venture.
Mol.How strange this shewes one man to kisse another.
Seb.I'de kisse such men to chuse Moll,
Me thinkes a womans lip tasts well in a dublet.
Me thinkes a womans lip tasts well in a dublet.
Mol.Many an old madam has the better fortune then,
Whose breathes grew stale before the fashion came,
If that will help 'em, as you thinke 'twill do,
They'l learne in time to plucke on the hose too.
Whose breathes grew stale before the fashion came,
If that will help 'em, as you thinke 'twill do,
They'l learne in time to plucke on the hose too.
Seb.The older they waxe Moll, troth I speake seriously,
As some haue a conceit their drinke tasts better
In an outlandish cup then in our owne,
So me thinkes euery kisse she giues me now
In this strange forme, is worth a paire of two,
Here we are safe, and furthest from the eie
Of all suspicion, this is my fathets chamber,
Vpon which floore he neuer steps till night.
Here he mistrusts me not, nor I his comming,
At mine owne chamber he still pries vnto me,
My freedome is not there at mine owne finding,
Still checkt and curb'd, here he shall misse his purpose.
As some haue a conceit their drinke tasts better
In an outlandish cup then in our owne,
So me thinkes euery kisse she giues me now
In this strange forme, is worth a paire of two,
Here we are safe, and furthest from the eie
Of all suspicion, this is my fathets chamber,
Vpon which floore he neuer steps till night.
Here he mistrusts me not, nor I his comming,
At mine owne chamber he still pries vnto me,
My freedome is not there at mine owne finding,
Still checkt and curb'd, here he shall misse his purpose.
Mol.And what's your businesse now, you haue your mind sir;
At your great suite I promisd you to come,
I pittied her for names sake, that a Moll
Should be so crost in loue, when there's so many,
That owes nine layes a peece, and not so little:
My taylor fitted her, how like you his worke?
At your great suite I promisd you to come,
I pittied her for names sake, that a Moll
Should be so crost in loue, when there's so many,
That owes nine layes a peece, and not so little:
My taylor fitted her, how like you his worke?
Seb.So well, no Art can mend it, for this purpose,
But to thy wit and helpe we're chiefe in debt,
And must liue still beholding.
But to thy wit and helpe we're chiefe in debt,
And must liue still beholding.
Mol.Any honest pitty
I'me willing to bestow vpon poore Ring-doues.
I'me willing to bestow vpon poore Ring-doues.
Seb.I'le offer no worse play.
Moll.Nay and you should sir,
I should draw first and prooue the quicker man,
I should draw first and prooue the quicker man,
Seb.Hold, there shall neede no weapon at this meeting,
But cause thou shalt not loose thy fury idle,
Heere take this viall, runne vpon the guts,
And end thy quarrell singing.
But cause thou shalt not loose thy fury idle,
Heere take this viall, runne vpon the guts,
And end thy quarrell singing.
Mol.Like a swan aboue bridge,
For looke you heer's the bridge, and heere am I.
For looke you heer's the bridge, and heere am I.
Seb.Hold on sweete Mol.
Mary.I'ue heard her much commended sir, for one that was nere taught.
Mol.I'me much beholding to 'em, well since you'l needes put vs together sir, I'le play my part as wel as I can: it shall nere be said I came into a Gentlemans chamber, and let his instrument hang by the walls.
Seb.Why well said Mol i'faith, it had bene a shame for that Gentleman then, that would haue let it hung still, and nere offred thee it.
Mol.There it should haue bene stil then for Mol, for though the world iudge impudently of mee, I nere came into that chamber yet, where I tooke downe the instrument my selfe.
Seb.Pish let'em prate abroad, th'art heere where thou art knowne and lou'd, there be a thousand close dames that wil cal the viall an vnmannerly instrument for a woman, and therefore talke broadly of thee, when you shall haue them sit wider to a worse quality.
Mol.Push, I euer fall a sleepe and thinke not of 'em sir, and thus I dreame.
Seb.Prithee let's heare thy dreame Mol.
Mol.I dreame there is a Mistresse,
The song.And she layes out the money,
Shee goes vnto her Sisters,
Shee neuer comes at any.
Enter Sir Alexander behind them
Shee sayes shee went to'th Bursse for patternes,
You shall finde her at Saint Katherns,
And comes home with neuer a penny.
The song.And she layes out the money,
Shee goes vnto her Sisters,
Shee neuer comes at any.
Enter Sir Alexander behind them
Shee sayes shee went to'th Bursse for patternes,
You shall finde her at Saint Katherns,
And comes home with neuer a penny.
Seb.That's a free Mistresse 'faith.
Alex.I, I, I, like her that sings it, one of thine own choosing.
Mol.Bnt shall I dreame againe?
Here comes a wench will braue ye,
Her courage was so great,
Shee lay with one o'the Nauy,
Her husband lying i'the Fleet.
Yet oft with him she cauel'd,
I wonder what shee ailes,
Her husbands ship lay grauel'd,
When her's could hoyse vp sailes,
Yet shee beganne like all my foes,
To call whoore first: for so do those;
A pox of all false tayles.
Here comes a wench will braue ye,
Her courage was so great,
Shee lay with one o'the Nauy,
Her husband lying i'the Fleet.
Yet oft with him she cauel'd,
I wonder what shee ailes,
Her husbands ship lay grauel'd,
When her's could hoyse vp sailes,
Yet shee beganne like all my foes,
To call whoore first: for so do those;
A pox of all false tayles.
Seb.Marry amen say I.
Alex.So say I too.
Mol.Hang vp the viall now sir: all this while I was in a dreame, one shall lie rudely then; but being awake, I keepe my legges together; a watch, what's a clocke here.
Alex.Now, now, shee's trapt.
Moll.Betweene one and two; nay then I care not: a watch and a musitian are cossen Germanes in one thing, they must both keepe time well, or there's no goodnesse in 'em, the one else deserues to be dasht against a wall, and tother to haue his braines knockt out with a fiddle case, what? a loose chaine and a dangling Diamond.
Here were a braue booty for an euening-theefe now,
There's many a younger brother would be glad
To looke twice in at a window for't,
And wriggle in and out, like an eele in a sandbag,
Oh if mens secret youthfull faults should iudge 'em,
'Twould be the general'st execution,
That ere was seene in England; there would bee but few left to sing the ballets, there would be so much worke: most of our brokers would be chosen for hangmen, a good day for them: they might renew their wardrops of free cost then.
Here were a braue booty for an euening-theefe now,
There's many a younger brother would be glad
To looke twice in at a window for't,
And wriggle in and out, like an eele in a sandbag,
Oh if mens secret youthfull faults should iudge 'em,
'Twould be the general'st execution,
That ere was seene in England; there would bee but few left to sing the ballets, there would be so much worke: most of our brokers would be chosen for hangmen, a good day for them: they might renew their wardrops of free cost then.
Seb.This is the roaring wench must do vs good.
Mary.No poyson sir but serues vs for some vse, which is confirm'd in her.
Seb.Peace, peace, foot I did here him sure, where ere he be.
Mol.Who did you heare?
Seb.My father, 'twas like a sight of his, I must be wary,
Alex.No wilt not be, am I alone so wretched
That nothing takes? I'le put him to his plundge for't.
That nothing takes? I'le put him to his plundge for't.
Seb.Life, heere he comes,—sir I beseech you take it,
Your way of teaching does so much content me,
I'le make it foure pound, here's forty shillings sir.
I thinke I name it right: helpe me good Mol,
Forty in hand.
Your way of teaching does so much content me,
I'le make it foure pound, here's forty shillings sir.
I thinke I name it right: helpe me good Mol,
Forty in hand.
Mol.Sir you shall pardon me,
I haue more of the meanest scholler I can teach,
This paies me more, then you haue offred yet.
I haue more of the meanest scholler I can teach,
This paies me more, then you haue offred yet.
Seb.At the next quarter
When I receiue the meanes my father 'lowes me.
You shall haue tother forty,
When I receiue the meanes my father 'lowes me.
You shall haue tother forty,
Alex.This were well now,
Wer't to a man, whose sorrowes had blind eies,
But mine behold his follies and vntruthes,
With two cleere glasses—how now?
Wer't to a man, whose sorrowes had blind eies,
But mine behold his follies and vntruthes,
With two cleere glasses—how now?
Seb.Sir.
Alex.What's he there?
Seb.You'r come in good time sir, I'ue a suite to you,
I'de craue your present kindnesse.
I'de craue your present kindnesse.
Alex.What is he there?
Seb.A Gentleman, a musitian sir, one of excellent fingring.
Alex.I, I thiuke so, I wonder how they scapt her.
Seb.Has the most delicate stroake sir,
Alex.A stroake indeed, I feele it at my heart,
Seb.Puts downe all your famous musitians.
Alex.I, a whoore may put downe a hundred of 'em.
Seb.Forty shillings is the agrement sir betweene vs,
Now sir, my present meanes, mounts but to halfe on't.
Now sir, my present meanes, mounts but to halfe on't.
Alex.And he stands vpon the whole.
Seb.I indeed does he sir.
Alex.And will doe still, hee'l nere be in other taile,
Seb.Therefore I'de stop his mouth sir, and I could,
Alex.Hum true, there is no other way indeed,
His folly hardens, shame must needs succeed.
Now sir I vnderstand you professe musique.
His folly hardens, shame must needs succeed.
Now sir I vnderstand you professe musique.
Mol.I am a poore seruant to that liberall science sir.
Alex.Where is it you teach?
Mol.Right against Cliffords Inne.
Alex.Hum that's a fit place for it: you haue many schollers.
Mol.And some of worth, whom I may call my maisters.
Alex.I true, a company of whooremaisters; you teach to sing too?
Mol.Marry do I sir.
Alex.I thinke you'l finde an apt scholler of my sonne, especially for pricke-song.
Mol.I haue much hope of him.
Alex.I am sory for't, I haue the lesse for that: you can play any lesson.
Mol.At first sight sir.
Alex.There's a thing called the witch, can you play that?
Mol.I would be sory any one should mend me in't.
Alex.I, I beleeue thee, thou hast so bewitcht my sonne,
No care will mend the worke that thou hast done,
I haue bethought my selfe since my art failes,
I'le make her pollicy the Art to trap her.
Here are foure Angels markt with holes in them
Fit for his crackt companions, gold he will giue her,
These will I make induction to her ruine,
And rid shame from my house, griefe from my heart
Here sonne, in what you take content and pleasure,
Want shall not curbe you, pay the Gentleman
His latter halfe in gold.
No care will mend the worke that thou hast done,
I haue bethought my selfe since my art failes,
I'le make her pollicy the Art to trap her.
Here are foure Angels markt with holes in them
Fit for his crackt companions, gold he will giue her,
These will I make induction to her ruine,
And rid shame from my house, griefe from my heart
Here sonne, in what you take content and pleasure,
Want shall not curbe you, pay the Gentleman
His latter halfe in gold.
Seb.I thanke you sir.
Alex.Oh may the operation an't, end three,
Exit Alexander.In her, life: shame, in him; and griefe, in mee.
Exit Alexander.In her, life: shame, in him; and griefe, in mee.
Seb.Faith thou shalt haue'em 'tis my fathers guift,
Neuer was man beguild with better shift.
Neuer was man beguild with better shift.
Mol.Hee that can take mee for a male musitian,
I cannot choose but make him my instrument,
Exeunt omnes.And play vpon him.
I cannot choose but make him my instrument,
Exeunt omnes.And play vpon him.