under penalty of being carried up Holborne in a cart and at Tiburne executed which may tend to the dissolution of our whole fraternity Scon. But have you concluded nothing for the sisters I long to heare them Fort. O yes cosen we have confinde them to a certaine price a stipend reasonable so that they shall not need to dive into pockets Scon. They will doe that if you would hang them cosen Pirk. I doe disclaime that order Captaine Fortresse your wisedome should have well considerd at what charge they are for coach or hand litter specially those of the gentile garbe next their ushers must be maintaind paint payd for cloaths provided and the matron satisfied these things considerd could you bee so cruell as to confine them to a price by valour sir I am asham'd on 't Fort. T is mended by the next order they are prescrib'd from wearing Plush and Sattin unlesse in peticoats Scon. You will not have them like the Jewes at Rome weare party coloured garments to be knowne from Christians Fort. By no meanes sir we would have every one take notice of them but Marshalls men Beadles and Constables and therefore have ordain'd that they shall weare Beaver Hats Poak'd Russes Grogram Gownes or at the best wrought Taffata Foxe Skinne muffes Moehaire peticoates Bodkins and Croscloaths edg'd with gold lace Mix. This is the habit of our Rotterdamians Fort. The only shape to hide a striker in ever while you Live your city is most secure from officers and most Notorious to gentlemen they will take up your city ware at Any rate Besides while they slanted it in plush 'T was an abuse to gentlewomen and Ladies we have er'd in Questioning them for females of our tribe and had our pates Broake for it Scon. But Cosen is this edict generally confirm'd by all the society of the Twibillers Knights and Ladies Fort. T is universall cosen only for Captaine Pirkes name wee left a blanke there 's the decree sir read it if you please Pirk. T was the safest course to leave a blanke for me or I had Blank'd your whole decree I had by magnanimity Scon. Imprimis I Captaine Furibundo Fortresse Mix. A fearefull name that same Scon. Knight great master of the order of Twibill Lord of no Cloke Viscount Ratan cane and one spur Mix. You are but an ill cocke of the game it seemes Scon. Count Freese gray Felt and mony-lacke Duke of Turnbull Bloomesbury and Rotten Row Lord paramont of all Garden-Alleyes Gun Ally and Rosemary Lane Mix. He has more titles then the great Turk Proceed sir Scon. Chief commander of all Twibills dangerfeild and whiskins who will quarell in Tavernes with a man and not fight in the field with a mouse And of the residue of the fraternities of huffes diverse dammes and decoyes sole sultan and grand signeur have to the premisses set my mighty hand together with hands of our trusty and our couragious assistants this blanke 's for you Captaine Pike Holafernes Make-shift Rosiran Knockdowne and twenty six more of our principall companions of the order Fort. Nay there are others too bury not their appellations in oblivion they merit memory Scon. To which at our command also are subsign'd our most illustrious and remarkable sisters they are slit nos'd perhaps there was a touch for them cosen Fortresse Donna Iesabella Garreta mother of the maids of Lambeth Marsh with her conspicuous consort at the three skipping Conies in the towne a touch that you meane the three Squirrels you are cunning cosen Fortresse together with our most industrious servant Pythagoras Pigge Pirk. I gave him that name from his transmigration into cast suites who has put his petie toes to it and finally the woman that sings ballads has her name trunled at the taile of it Mix. I mervaile master Doctor has not set his hand to this Scon. Seald with the seale at armes of our order viz. Three Rooks volant in a field sanguine two broken jugs the supporters and a Twibill for the crest and given the second day of this present month at our mansion royall or place of meeting in the long gravield walkes in our usuall fields Enter Doctor Vrinall Freewit Sir Martine Sir Mar. Well Master Doctor you 'l remember me And have an eye unto my nephew I trust Her with you Farewell sir Exit Sir Mart. Doct. Doubt it not good sir Martine Fort. Captaine Pirke pray retire unto the brothers of our Society entreat them to prepare againe tomorrow for My cosen Sconces enseasement Piâ—k. Upon compulsion sir I should refuse marry on faire entreaty I doe flye good and high fates looke on you Ex. Pirk. Doct. Sonne Sconce I 'm bold to call you so how do's your at me Scon. Indifferent sir but yet I have not found That rare effect i th' weapon salve you spoake of Vrinall I feare since it cur'd the two serjeants and their Yeomen the vertue has beene much extenuated Doct. T was your ill dressing the weapon give me your sword sonne this is of the right salve the welsh Doctor makes this shall save my credit Annoints the weapon Now Vrinall take this weapon lap it warme in linnen cloaths and locke it in my sonne your anguish sonne will soone be mitigated Scon. I have a touch of it already sir Fre. I have seene experience of this weapon salve and by its most mysterious working knowne some men hurt past the helpe of surgery recover'd Mix. Marke you that master Sconce the gentleman may be believ'd Free Yet I cannot With my laborious industry invent A reason why it should doe this and therefore Transcending naturall causes I conclude The use unlawfull Scon. He is unlawfully begotten sir dares tearme it so there was a touch for him cosen Fortresse I cald him sonne of a whore and he would take no notice of it Doct. But pray sir why should it be unlawfull Free Cause Conscience and religion disallow In the recovery of our impair'd healths The assistance of a medicine made by charmes Or subtle spells of witchcraft Scon. his mother was a witch saies this maide so there was another touch for him cosen Fortresse son of a witch but he understands not that neither Doct. Conceive you this to be compounded so Free I le prove it master Doctor Scon. The proofe of a pudding is the eating in your teeth sir a pudding in his teeth you know what I meane cosen Fortresse another touch for him but al 's one he has wit in 's anger and wil not understand me Fort. If he durst blunder for it Cosen Sconce Free Yet to avoide a tedious argument Since our contention 's only for discourse And to instruct my knowledge pray tell me A me you not tha this same salve will cure At any distance as if the person hurt Should be at Yorke the weapon dres'd at London On which his blood is Doct. All this is granted 't will Scon. Nay we 'l grant you more sir that it will not
witches and to be very liberall in imparting it to his friends an Aldermans daughter Vrinall may and they say a witty gentlewoman Vrin. Is 't possible Mr. Sconce they have few sonnes of that condition Scon. Had a desperate hole made in her by a gentleman with his But-shaft as in her Country garden he was shooting at Penny pricke was when none else could doe it cur'd by this Captaine Vrin. By this light a trifle a meere trifle the very scraping of our Galley-pots performes more monstrous wonders there was a Puritane Mr. Sconce who cause he saw a Surplisse in the Church would needs hang himselfe in the Bell-ropes Scon. Why did not the Sexton ring him by the eares for it Vrin. Him my Mr. seeing did for experience sake anoynt the noose wherein his necke had bin and it recovered him Scon. Is 't possible he should so easily escape a hanging but on good Vrinall Vrin. Nay sir I le tell you a greater miracle You heard of the great training last Summer master Sconce Scon. O when the whol City went in Armes to take in Islington marry I heard the Ale-wives curse the report of their Muskets it made their Pies and Custards quake i th' Oven and so come out bow-back't whìch almost broke the poore Harlots Vrin. I then Mr. Sconce there was at least three-score blown up with a basket of powder thirty of their lives my Master sav'd Scon. Rarer and rarer yet But how good Vrinall Vrin. He dress'd the smoake of the powder as it flew up Sir and it heald them perfectly Scon. O that any body would blow me up to see how I could eure my selfe Still on good Vrinall Vrin. Nay theré are thousands of this kinde but now I thinke on it since it did commit a villanous mischiefe Scon. Could it ever doe a mischiefe Vrinall Vrin. Yes yes it has done a most notorious one sufficient to exauctorate its power and almost annihilate the vertu of it Scon. What was 't good Vrinall Vrin. I could e'ne weepe to tell you sir t is suppos'd t will never recover the favour of gentlemen and City wits they are quite out of conceite with it Scon. But why should they be so Vrinall Vrin, I scarce dare answer Sir for feare you hate it likewise T was such another mischiefe Scon. Prethee what nay on my gentility Vrinall Vrin. Why sir it cur'd two Serjeants and their yeomen Scon. How two Serjeants Vrin. Who otherwise had drunke Mace-Ale with the Devill Scon. A Capitall crime that same to cure two Serjeants Enter Doctor his wife Mixum his wife Doct. Tom Mixum I thanke thee for the man Thou setst me t is a most serviceable knave I 've set him to pull you bird of Paradice you parcell Dutch thou sentst him hither too Mix. I knew he was for your purpose Mr. Doctor this is the gentleman I told you had one thousand pound per annum and would be a match for Mr. Doctors daughter Scon. There was a touch for him indeed Vrinall Doct. It will indeed now I consider on 't I had rather shee should marry a wealthy gull than a witty Beggar Wife and Mr. Mixum will you discourse a little with the gentleman sound his intent and pronenesse to a match and as you finde him use him Mr. Sconce I should be glad to wait on you did not urgent affaires withdraw me Scon. Mr. Doctor I saw you not before I am sorry sir you will be gone so soone I should have chang'd some sillables with you Doct. Another time sweet Mr. Sconce Tom Mixum Vrinall Exeunt with Doctor Mrs. Mix. A very good fortune Mrs Arilesse for your daughter and not to be neglected shall I speak to him or will you for sooth Mrs. Art Perhaps hee 'l speake to us see kind gentleman Scon. Lady my manners does command mee leave you you would perchance be private by your selves or peradventure Vrinall were more behoofefull for your company then I adiew Vfroes Mrs. Mix. Pray stay sir we have some businesse with you let me alone to trye him Mrs. Artlesse besides wee had rather be private with a gentleman then by our selves they say you Dutch-men are the kindest men and love a woman heartily you kisse so finely too Scon. You shall feel that presently kisses her there was a touch for you Nay Mrs. Artlesse you shall not blame my manners I have a lip a piece for you kisses her and there was a touch for you Lady Mrs. Mix. So please you sir I have another touch for you too kisses him Must trie his disposition Mrs. Artlesse Scon. A very strong touch that same she will beleaguer me I thinke and her Cannon shot will bee kisses they almost blow mee over Surely the Minikin is enamoured on me Mrs. Art Motion it to him Mrs. Mixum Mrs. Mix. Pray give me leave to feele his minde first Mistris Artlesse T is pitty sir you are so long unmarried you are an exceeding handsome Gentleman Scon. Yes yes I know that well enough I might serve for a gentleman Usher were my legges small enough there are Ladies would consume halfe the revenews of their Lords on such a man of Chine and pith as I am Mist. Mix. Fie master Sconce thinke not of Ladies sir they are so imperious a man must serve them as they doe command at every turne and toy comes in their head they 'l puffe and fret else like their taffata peticoats with often brushing up I will protest to you you had better set you minde upon some honest country Gentlewoman or Citizens daughter Master Doctor has a handsome girle though I say it before her mothers face only she wants the audacity which a man would put into her would you were married to her Sir she may doe worse I dare assure you Mist. Art Yes indeed may you master Sconce have you not seene her yet t is a pretty puling baggage so it is marry ere I would make her a Lady shee should be a new Exchange wench your Citizens wives they are the goodest creatures live the finest lives Mist. Mix. Very right mistris Artlesse good soules did you but know sir what tender hearts they have how kind they will be to a gentleman that comes to deale for their commodities they will use him and it were their owne husbands Scon. I le lay my life this musk-melon has a minde to use mee so I care not much to give her a touch or so she 's of the right sise but Mistris Artlesse should I have your good will if I could love your daughter Mist. Art Certainely sir were you of English blood I should like you better Mist. Mix. Fie Mistris Artlesse when I was a maid I had a desire to be a kinne to all nations I have tried some English men and they are like my husband meere meacocks verily and cannot lawfully beget a childe once in seaven yeares Scon. A touch by this light that 's the reason there are so many bastards in the