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Dor. Give the bawd her fruit again. Or.-Wom. Well, on my conscience, there never was the like of you. Gods my life, I had almost forgot to tell you there is a young gentlewoman lately come to town with her mother, that is so taken with you. Dor. Is she handsome? Or.-Wom. Nay, gad, there are few finer women, I tell you but so, and a hugeous fortune, they say. Here, eat this peach, it comes from the stone; tis better than any Newington y have tasted. Dor. This fine woman, Ill lay my life, [Taking the peach. is some awkward, ill-fashioned, country toad, who, not having above four dozen of black hairs on her head, has adorned her baldness with a large white fruz, that she may look sparkishly in the forefront of the Kings box at an old play. Or.-Wom. Gad, youd change your note quickly if you did but see her. Dor. How came she to know me? Or.-Wom. She saw you yesterday at the Change; she told me you came and fooled with the woman at the next shop. Dor. I remember there was a mask observed me indeed. Fooled, did she say? Or.-Wom. Ay, I vow she told me twenty things you said too; and acted with her head and with her body so you Enter Medley. Med. Dorimant, my life, my joy, my darling sin, how dost thou? Or.-Wom. Lord! what a filthy trick these men have got of kissing one another! [She spits. Med. Why do you suffer this cartload of scandal to come near you and make your neighbours think you so improvident to need a bawd? Or.-Wom. Good, now we shall have it! you did but want him to help you; come, pay me for my fruit. Med. Make us thankful for it, huswife; bawds are as much out of fashion as gentlemen-ushers: none but old formal ladies use the one, and none but foppish old strangers employ the othergo, you are an insignificant brandy bottle. Dor. Nay, there you wrong her, three quarts of canary is her business. Or.-Wom. What you please, gentlemen. Dor. To him! give him as good as he brings. Or.-Wom. Hang him, there is not such another heathen in the town again, except it be the shoemaker without. |
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