The Scornful Lady Part 4
_Sav_. 'Tis even enough o' Conscience; sit down, and rest you, you are at the end of the world already. Would you had as good a Living Sir, as this fellow could lie you out of, he has a notable gift in't.
_Young Lo_. This ministers the smoak, and this the Muses.
_Sav_. And you the Cloaths, and Meat, and Money, you have a goodly generation of 'em, pray let them multiply, your Brother's house is big enough, and to say truth, h'as too much Land, hang it durt.
_Young Lo_. Why now thou art a loving stinkard. Fire off thy Annotations and thy Rent-books, thou hast a weak brain _Savil_, and with the next long Bill thou wilt run mad. Gentlemen, you are once more welcome to three hundred pounds a year; we will be freely merry, shall we not?
_Capt_. Merry as mirth and wine, my lovely _Loveless_.
_Poet_. A serious look shall be a Jury to excommunicate any man from our company.
_Tra_. We will not talk wisely neither?
_Young Lo_. What think you Gentlemen by all this Revenue in Drink?
_Capt_. I am all for Drink.
_Tra_. I am dry till it be so.
_Poet_. He that will not cry Amen to this, let him live sober, seem wise, and dye o'th' _Coram_.
_Young Lo_. It shall be so, we'l have it all in Drink, let Meat and Lodging go, they are transitory, and shew men meerly mortal: then we'l have Wenches, every one his Wench, and every week a fresh one: we'l keep no powdered flesh: all these we have by warrant, under the t.i.tle of things necessary. Here upon this place I ground it, The obedience of my people, and all necessaries: your opinions Gentlemen?
_Capt_. 'Tis plain and evident that he meant Wenches.
_Sav_. Good Sir let me expound it?
_Capt_. Here be as sound men, as your self Sir.
_Poet_. This do I hold to be the interpretation of it: In this word Necessary, is concluded all that be helps to Man; Woman was made the first, and therefore here the chiefest.
_Young Lo_. Believe me 'tis a learned one; and by these words, The obedience of my people, you Steward being one, are bound to fetch us Wenches.
_Capt_. He is, he is.
_Young Lo_. Steward, attend us for instructions.
_Sav_. But will you keep no house Sir?
_Young Lo_. Nothing but drink Sir, three hundred pounds in drink.
_Sav_. O miserable house, and miserable I that live to see it! Good Sir keep some meat.
_Young Lo_. Get us good Wh.o.r.es, and for your part, I'le board you in an Alehouse, you shall have Cheese and Onions.
_Sav_. What shall become of me, no Chimney smoaking? Well Prodigal, your Brother will come home.
[_Exit_.
_Young Lo_. Come Lads, I'le warrant you for Wenches, three hundred pounds in drink.
[_Exeunt omnes_.
_Actus Secundus_. _Scena Prima_.
_Enter Lady, _her Sister_ Martha, Welford, Younglove, _and others_.
_Lady_. Sir, now you see your bad lodging, I must bid you good night.
_Wel_. Lady if there be any want, 'tis in want of you.
_Lady_. A little sleep will ease that complement. Once more good night.
_Wel_. Once more dear Lady, and then all sweet nights.
_Lady_. Dear Sir be short and sweet then.
_Wel_. Shall the morrow prove better to me, shall I hope my sute happier by this nights rest?
_Lady_. Is your sute so sickly that rest will help it? Pray ye let it rest then till I call for it. Sir as a stranger you have had all my welcome: but had I known your errand ere you came, your pa.s.sage had been straiter.
Sir, good night.
_Welford_. So fair, and cruel, dear unkind good night. [_Exit_ Lady.
Nay Sir, you shall stay with me, I'le press your zeal so far.
_Roger_. O Lord Sir.
_Wel_. Do you love _Tobacco_?
_Rog_. Surely I love it, but it loves not me; yet with your reverence I'le be bold.
_Wel_. Pray light it Sir. How do you like it?
_Rog_. I promise you it is notable stinging geer indeed. It is wet Sir, Lord how it brings down Rheum!
_Wel_. Handle it again Sir, you have a warm text of it.
_Rog_. Thanks ever promised for it. I promise you it is very powerful, and by a Trope, spiritual; for certainly it moves in sundry places.
_Wel_. I, it does so Sir, and me especially to ask Sir, why you wear a Night-cap.
_Rog_. a.s.suredly I will speak the truth unto you: you shall understand Sir, that my head is broken, and by whom; even by that visible beast the Butler.
_Wel_. The Butler? certainly he had all his drink about him when he did it. Strike one of your grave Ca.s.sock? The offence Sir?