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VVhat you vvill. By Iohn Marston
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Marston, John, 1575?-1634.
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1607
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STC 17487; ESTC S109900
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those amorous ioyes Those sweetes of life those comfortes euen in death Spring from a cause aboue our reasones reach If that cleere flame deduce his heate from heauen T is like his cause 's eternall alwaies one As is th' instiller of deuinest loue Vnchangd by time immortall mauger death But O t is growne a figment loue a iest A commick Poesie the soule of man is rotten Euen to the core no sound affection Our loue is hollow vaulted stands on proppes Of circumstance profit or ambitious hopes The other tissue Gowne or Chaine of pearle Makes my coy minx to nussell twixt the breastes Of her lull'd husband tother Carkanet Deflowres that Ladies bed one hundred more Marries that loath'd blowze one ten pound oddes In promis'd ioynture makes the hard palm'd sire Inforce his daughters tender lippes to start At the sharpe touch of some loath'd stubbed beard The first pure time the golden age is fled Heauen knowes I lie t is now the age of gold For it all marreth and euen virtues sold Slip. Master will you trust me and I le Alba Yes boy I le trust thee babes fooles I le trust But seruants faith wiues loue or femalls lust A vsurer and the diuill sooner Now were I dead Me thinkes I see a huff-cap swaggering sir Pawning my plate my iewells morgage Nay Selling out right the purchace of my browes Whilst my poore fatherlesse leane totterd sonne My gentries reliques my houses onely prop Is saw'd a sunder lyes forlorne all bleake Vnto the griefes of sharpe Necessities Whilst his father in law his father in Diuell or d d d d Diuill f f f father Or who who who who What you will When is the marriage morne Slip. Euen next rising sonne Alba. Good good good go to my brother Adrian Tell him I le lurck stay tell him I le lurck stay Now is Albanos marriage bed new hung With fresh rich Curtaines now are my valence vp Imbost with orient Pearle my Gransires gift Now are the Lawne sheetes fum'd with Vyolets To fresh the pawld lasciuious appetite Now worke the Cookes the pastry sweates with slaues The March-panes glitter now now the musitions Houer with nimble stickes ore squeaking crowds Ticling the dryed guttes of a Mewing Catt The Taylors Starchers Semsters Butchers Pulterors Mercers all all all now now now none thinke a mee the f f f French is te f f f fine man de p p p pock man de Slip. Peace peace stand conceald yonder by all discriptions is he would be husband of my Mistresse your wife hah meate hah Alba. Vds so so so soule that 's my veluet cloake Slip. O peace obserue him hah Enter Lauerdure and Bidett talking Quadratus Lampatho Simplicius Pedante and Holiternes Pippo Bidet. 'T is most true Sir I heard all I saw all I tell all and I hope you beleeue all the sweete Francisco Soranza the Perfumer is by your riuall Iacomo and your two brothers that must be when you haue married your wife that shall be Peda. With the grace of Heauen Bidett Disguis'd so like the drownd Albano to crosse your sute that by my little honesty 't was great consolation to mee to obserue them passion of ioy of hope O excellent cri'd Andrea passingly cri'd Randolfo vnparraleld lispes Iacomo good good good sayes Andrea now stut sayes Iacomo now stut sayes Randolfo whilst the rauisht Perfumer had like to haue waterd the seames of his breeches for extreame pride of their applause Lau. Sest I le to Celia and mauger the nose of her friends wedde her bedde her my first sonne shall bee a Captaine and his name shall bee what it please his God-fathers the second if hee haue a face bad inough a Lawyer the third a Marchant and the fourth if he bee maimd dull braind or hard shapt a scholler for that 's your fashion Qua. Get them get them man first now by the wantonnesse of the night and I were a wench I would not ha-thee wert thou an heire nay which is more a foole Lau. Why I can rise high a straight legge a plumpe thigh a full vaine a round cheeke and when it pleaseth the firtility of my chinne to be deliuered of a beard 't will not wrong my kissing for my lippes are rebels and stand out Qua. Ho but ther 's an old fustie Prouerbe these great talkers are neuer good dooers Lam. Why what a babell arrogance is this Men will put by the very stock of fate They le thwart the destiny of marriage Striue to disturbe the sway of prouidence Thei le do it Qua. Come you le be snarling now Lam As if we had free-will in supernaturall Effects and that our loue or hate Depended not on causes boue the reach Of humaine stature Qua. I thinke I shall not lend you forty shillings now Lam. Durt vpon durt feare is beneath my shooe Dreadlesse of rackes strappados or the sword Mauger Informer and slie intelligence I le stand as confident as Hercules And with a frightlesse resolution Rip vp and launce our times impieties Sim. Vds so peace Lam. Open a bounteous eare for I le be free Ample as Heauen giue my speech more roome Let me vnbrace my breasts strip vp my sleeues Stand like an executioner to vice To strike his head off with the keener edge Of my sharpe spirit Lau. Roome and good licence come on when when Lam. Now is my fury mounted fix your eyes Intend your sences bend your listning vp For I le make greatnesse quake I le tawe the hide Of thick-skind Hugenes Lau. T is most gratious wee le obserue thee calmely Qua. Hang on thy toungs end come on pree-thee doe Lam. I le see you hang'd first I thanke you Sir I le none This is the straine that chokes the theaters That makes them crack with full stufft audience This is your humor onely in request Forsooth to raile this brings your eares to bed This people gape for for this some doe stare This some would heare to crack the Authors neck This admiration and applause persues Who cannot raile my humors chang'd 't is cleare Pardon I le none I prise my ioynts more deare Bidet. Maister Maister I ha discri'd the Perfumer in Albanos disguise looke you looke you rare sport rare sport Alba. I can containe my impatience no longer you Mounsieur Cauelere Saint Dennis you Caprichious Sir Sinior Caranto French braule you that must marry Celia Galanto is Albano drown'd now goe wander auant Knight errant Celia shall bee no Cuck-queane my heire no begger my plate no pawne my land no morgage my wealth no food for thy luxuries my house no harbour for thy Comrades my bedde no bootye for thy lustes my any thing shall bee thy nothing goe hence packe packe auant caper caper aloun aloun passe by passe by cloake your nose away vanish wander depart slink by away Lau. Harke you perfumer tell Iacomo Randulfo and Adrean 't will not do looke you say no more but 't will not doe Alba. What perfumer what
Marry that wil I on suddaine without change Duk. Thou want'st a beard Qua. Tush a beard nere made Cato though many mens Cato hang onely on their chin Suppose this flowre the City vtica The time the night that prolong'd Catos death Now being plac'd moung his Philosophers These first discourse the soules eternity Iaco. Cato grantes that I am sure for he was valiant and honest which an Epicure nere was and a coward neuer will be Qua. Then Cato holdes a distinct notion Of indiuiduall actions after death This being argu'd his resolue maintaines A true magnanimous spirit should giue vp durt To durt and with his owne flesh dead his flesh Fore chance should force it crouch vnto his foe To kill ones selfe some I some hold it no O these are pointes would intice away ones soule To breakes indenture of base prentisage Enter Francisco And run away from 's boddy in swift thoughts To melt in contemplation lushious sweetes Now my voluptious Duke I le feede thy scence Worth his creation giue me audience Fran. My leidge my royall leidge heare heare my sute Qua. Now may thy breath nere smell sweete as long as thy loungs can pant for breaking my speech thou Muscouite thou stinking perfumer Enter Albano Duke Is not this Albano our some times Courtier Fran. No troth but Francisco your alwaies perfumer Alba. Lorenzo Celso our braue Venice Duke Albano Belletzo thy Merchant thy soldier thy Courtier thy slaue thy any-thing thy What thou wilt kisseth thy noble bloud doe mee right or els I am canonized a cuckold canonized a cuckold I am abus'd I am abusd my wifes abusd my cloathes abusd my shape my house my all abusd I am sworne out of my selfe beated out of my selfe baffled geird at laught at bard my owne house debard my owne wife whilst others swill my wines gurmandize my meat meat kisse my wife O gods O gods O gods O gods O gods Lauer. Who i st who i st Celia Come sweete this is your waggery yfaith as if you knew him not La. Yes I feare I do too wel would I could slide away invisible Duke Assured this is hee Iaco. My worthy leidge the iest comes only thus Now to stop and crosse it with mere like deceite All being knowne the French knight hath disguisd A fiddler like Albano too to fright the perfumer this is all Duke Art sure t is true Melet. T is confest t is right Alba. It is right t is true right I am a fiddler a fiddler a fidler vds fut a fidler I le not beleeue thee thou art a woman and t is knowne veritas non querit angulos truth seekes not to lurke vnder varthingalls veritas non querit angulos a fidler Lau. Worthy sir pardon and permit me first to confesse your selfe your deputation dead hath made my loue liue to offend you Alba. I mock on skoffe on flout on do do do Lau. Troth sir in serious Alba. I good good come hether Celia Burst breast riue heart a sunder Celia Why startest thou back seest thou this Celia O me how often with lasciuious touch thy lip Hath kissd this mark how oft this much wrong'd breast Hath borne the gentle waight of thy soft cheeke Celia O me my deerest Lord my sweete sweete loue Alba. What a fidler a fidler now thy loue I am sure thou skornst it nay Celia I could tell What on the night before I went to sea And tooke my leaue with Hymeneall rights What thou lispsd Into my eare a fidler and perfumer now Adri. And Ran. Deere brother Iaco. Most respected Sinior Beleeue it by the sacred end of loue What much much wronge hath forc'd your patience Proceeded from most deere affied loue Deuoted to your house Adri. Beleeue it brother Iaco. Nay your selfe when you shall heare the occurrances will say t is happy commicall Ran. Assure thee brother Alba. Shall I be braue shall I be my selfe now loue giue me thy loue brothers giue me your breasts French knight reach me thy hand perfumer thy fist Duke I inuite thee loue I forgiue thee Frenchman I hug thee I le know all I le pardon all and I le laugh at all Qua. And I le curse you all O yee ha interrupt a sceane Duke Quadratus we will heare these pointes discussd With apter and more calme affected houres Qua. Well good good Alba Wast euen so yfaith why then caprichious mirth Skip light moriscoes in our frolick bloud Flaggd veines sweete plump with fresh infused ioyes Laughter pucker our cheekes make shoulders shog With chucking lightnesse loue once more thy lippes For euer claspe our hands our hearts our Creasts Thus front thus eyes thus cheeke thus all shall meete Shall clip shall hug shall kisse my deere deere sweete Duke wilt thou see me reuell come loue daunce Court gallants court suck amorous dalliance Lam. Beauty your heart Melet. First sir accept my hands Shee leapes too rash that falls in suddeine bands Lam. Shall I dispaire neuer will I loue more Melet. No sea so boundles vast but hath a shore Qua. Why marry me Thou canst haue but soft flesh good bloud sound bones And that which fils vp all your bracks good stones Lyzabet. Stones Trees and beasts in loue still firmer prooue Then man I le none no hold-fastes in your loues Lau. Since not the Mistresse come on Faith the maide Alba. Ten thousand Duckets too to bote are laide Lau. Why then winde Cornets lead on iolly ladde Alla. Excuse me gallants though my legges lead wrong 'T is my first footing winde out nimble tongue Duke 'T is well 't is well how shall we spend this night Qua. Gulpe Rhenish Wine my liedge let our paunch rent Suck merry Gellyes preuiew but not preuent No mortall can the miseries of life Alba. I home inuite you all come sweete sweete wife My liedge vouchsafe thy presence drinke till the ground looke blew boy Qua. Liue still springing hopes still in fresh new ioyes May your loues happy hit in faire cheekt wiues Your flesh still plumpe with sap'd restoratiues That 's all my honest frolick heart can wish A Fico for the mew and Enuious pish Till night I wish good food and pleasing day But then found rest so ends or slight writ play Exeunt Deo op max gratias FINIS