The Bodleian First Folio

Marry Sir, he hath offended the Law; and Sir,

we take him to be a Theefe too Sir: for wee haue found

vpon him Sir, a strange Pick‑lock, which we haue sent

to the Deputie.

Indeed, it do's stinke in some sort, Sir:

But yet Sir I would proue.

Nay, if the diuell haue giuen thee proofs for sin

Thou wilt proue his. Take him to prison Officer:

Correction, and Instruction must both worke

Ere this rude beast will profit.

He must before the Deputy Sir, he ha's giuen

him warning: the Deputy cannot abide a Whoreߛma­

ster: if he be a Whore‑monger, and comes before him,

he were as good go a mile on his errand.

That we were all, as some would seeme to bee

From our faults, as faults from seeming free.

His necke will come to your wast, a Cord sir.

I spy comfort, I cry baile: Here's a Gentleman,

and a friend of mine.

How now noble Pompey? What, at the wheels

of Cæsar? Art thou led in triumph? What is there none

of Pigmalions Images newly made woman to bee had

now, for putting the hand in the pocket, and extracting

clutch'd? What reply? Ha? What saist thou to this

Tune, Matter, and Method? Is't not drown'd i'th last

raine? Ha? What saist thou Trot? Is the world as it was

Man? Which is the vvay? Is it sad, and few words?

Or how? The tricke of it?

Still thus, and thus: still vvorse?

How doth my deere Morsell, thy Mistris? Pro­

cures she still? Ha?

Troth sir, shee hath eaten vp all her beefe, and

she is her selfe in the tub.

Why 'tis good: It is the right of it: it must be

so. Euer your fresh Whore and your pouder'd Baud, an

vnshun'd consequence, it must be so. Art going to pri­

son Pompey?

Yes faith sir.

Why 'tis not amisse Pompey: farewell: goe say

I sent thee thether: for debt Pompey? Or how?

For being a baud, for being a baud.

Well, then imprison him: If imprisonment be

the due of a baud, why 'tis his right. Baud is he doubt­

lesse, and of antiquity too: Baud borne. Farwell good

Pompey: Commend me to the prison Pompey, you vvill

turne good husband now Pompey, you will keepe the

house.

I hope Sir, your good Worship wil be my baile?

No indeed wil I not Pompey, it is not the wear:

I will pray ( Pompey) to encrease your bondage if you

take it not patiently: Why, your mettle is the more:

Adieu trustie Pompey.

Blesse you Friar.

And you.

Do's Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha?

Come your waies sir, come.

You will not baile me then Sir?

Then Pompey, nor now: what newes abroad Fr­ ier ? What newes?

Come your waies sir, come.

Goe to kennell ( Pompey) goe: What newes Frier of the Duke?

I know none: can you tell me of any?

Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia: other

some, he is in Rome: but where is he thinke you?

I know not where: but wheresoeuer, I wish him well.

It was a mad fantasticall tricke of him to steale

from the State, and vsurpe the beggerie hee was neuer

borne to: Lord Angelo Dukes it well in his absence:

he puts transgression too't.

He do's well in't.

A little more lenitie to Lecherie would doe no

harme in him: Something too crabbed that way, Frier.

It is too general a vice, and seueritie must cure it.

Yes in good sooth, the vice is of a great kindred;

it is well allied, but it is impossible to extirpe it quite,

Frier, till eating and drinking be put downe. They say

this Angelo vvas not made by Man and Woman, after

this downe‑right way of Creation: is it true, thinke

you?

How should he be made then?

Some report, a Sea‑maid spawn'd him. Some,

that he vvas begot betweene two Stock‑fishes. But it

is certaine, that when he makes water, his Vrine is con­

geal'd ice, that I know to bee true: and he is a motion

generatiue, that's infallible.

You are pleasant sir, and speake apace.

Why, what a ruthlesse thing is this in him, for

the rebellion of a Cod‑peece, to take away the life of a

man? Would the Duke that is absent haue done this? Ere

he would haue hang'd a man for the getting a hun­

dred Bastards, he vvould haue paide for the Nursing

a thousand. He had some feeling of the sport, hee knew

the seruice, and that instructed him to mercie.

I neuer heard the absent Duke much detected

for Women, he was not enclin'd that vvay.

Oh Sir, you are deceiu'd.

'Tis not possible.

Who, not the Duke? Yes, your beggar of fifty:

and his vse was, to put a ducket in her Clack‑dish; the

Duke had Crochets in him. Hee would be drunke too,

that let me informe you.

You do him wrong, surely.

Sir, I vvas an inward of his: a shie fellow vvas

the Duke, and I beleeue I know the cause of his vvith­

drawing.

What (I prethee) might be the cause?

No, pardon: 'Tis a secret must bee lockt with­

in the teeth and the lippes: but this I can let you vnder­

stand, the greater file of the subiect held the Duke to be

vvise.

Wise? Why no question but he was.

A very superficiall, ignorant, vnweighing fellow

Either this is Enuie in you, Folly, or mista­

king: The very streame of his life, and the businesse he

hath helmed, must vppon a warranted neede, giue him

a better proclamation. Let him be but testimonied in

his owne bringings forth, and hee shall appeare to the

enuious, a Scholler, a Statesman, and a Soldier: there­

fore you speake vnskilfully: or, if your knowledge bee

more, it is much darkned in your malice.