none more I haue wanted your embracements when friends meete The musique of the spheares sounds not more sweete Then does their conferenc who is this Rosamond Wife how now sister Gosh. Silence if you loue mee Maist. Open. Why maskt Mist. Open. Does a maske grieue you sir Maist. Open. It does Mist. Open. Then y' are best get you a mumming Gosh. S'foote you 'l spoyle all Mist. Gall. May not wee couer our bare faces with maskes As well as you couer your bald heads with hats Ma. Op. No maskes why th' are theeues to beauty that rob Of admiration in which true loue lies eies Why are maskes worne why good or why desired Vnlesse by their gay couers wits are fiered To read the vild'st lookes many bad faces Because rich gemmes are treasured vp in cases Passe by their priuiledge currant but as caues Dambe misers Gold so maskes are beauties graues Men nere meete women with such muffled eies But they curse her that first did maskes deuise And sweare it was some beldame Come off with 't Mist. Open. I will not Maist. Open. Good faces maskt are Iewels kept by spirits Hide none but bad ones for they poyson mens sights Show then as shop-keepers do their broidred stuffe By owle light fine wares cannot be open enough Prithee sweete Rose come strike this sayle Mist. Open. Saile eyes Maist. Op. Ha yes wife strike saile for stormes are in thine Mist. Open. Th' are here sir in my browes if any rise Maist. Open. Ha browes what sayes she friend pray tel me Your two flagges were aduaunst the Comedy why Come what 's the Comedy Mist. Open. Westward hoe Maist. Open. How Mist. Open. 'T is Westward hoe shee saies Gosh. Are you both madde Mist. Open. Is 't Market day at Braineford and your ware not sent vp yet Maist. Open. What market day what ware Mist. Open. Apy with three pidgions in 't 't is drawne and staies your cutting vp Gosh. As you regard my credit Maist. Open. Art madde Mist. Open. Yes letcherous goate Baboone Maist. Open. Baboone then tosse mee in a blancket Mist. Open. Do I it well Mist. Gall. Rarely Gosh. Belike sir shee 's not well best leaue her Maist. Open. No I 'le stand the storme now how fierce so ere it blow Mist. Open. Did I for this loose all my friends refuse Rich hopes and golden fortunes to be made A stale to a common whore Maist. Open. This does amaze mee Mist. Open. Oh God oh God feede at reuersion now A Strumpets leauing Maist. Open. Rosamond Gosh. I sweate wo'ld I lay in cold harbour Mist. Open. Thou hast struck ten thousand daggers through my heart Maist. Open. Not I by heauen sweete wife thee Mist. Open. Go diuel go that which thou swear'st by damnes Gosh. S'heart will you vndo mee Mist. Open. Why stay you heere the starre by which you saile shines yonder aboue Chelsy you loose your shore if this moone light you seeke out your light whore Maist. Open. Ha Mist. Gal. Push your Westerne pug Gosh, Zounds now hell roares Mist. Open. With whom you tilted in a paire of oares this very morning Maist. Open. Oares Mist. Open. At Brainford sir Maist. Open. Racke not my patience Maister Goshawke some slaue has buzzed this into her has he not I run a tilt in Brainford with a woman 't is a lie What old baud tels thee this S'death 't is a lie Mist. Open. 'T is one to thy face shall iustify all that I speake Maist. Open. Vd'soule do but name that rascall Mist. Open. No sir I will not Gosh. Keepe thee there girle then Mist. Open. Sister know you this varlet Mist. Gall. Yes Maist. Open. Sweare true Is there a rogue so low damn'd a second Iudas a common hangman cutting a mans throate does it to his face bite mee behind my backe a cur dog sweare if you know this hell-hound Mist. Gall. In truth I do Maist. Open. His name Mist. Gall. Not for the world To haue you to stab him Gosh. Oh braue girles worth Gold Maist. Open. A word honest maister Goshawke Draw out his sword Gosh. What do you meane sir Maist. Open. Keepe off and if the diuell can giue a name to this new fury holla it throngh my eare or wrap it vp in some hid character I 'le ride to Oxford and watch out mine eies but I 'le heare the brazen head speak or else shew me but one haire of his head or beard that I may sample it if the fiend I meet in myne owne house I 'le kill him the streete Or at the Church dore there cause he seekes to vnty The knot God fastens he deserues most to dy Mist. Open. My husband titles him Maist. Open. Maister Goshawke pray sir Sweare to me that you know him or know him not wiues Who makes me at Brainford to take vp a peticote beside my Gosh. By heauen that man I know not Mist. Open. Come come you lie Gosh. Will you not haue all out By heauen I know no man beneath the moon Should do you wrong but if I had his name I 'de print it in text letters Mist. Open. Print thine owne then Did'st not thou sweare to me he kept his whoore Mist. Gal. And that in sinfull Brainford they would commit That which our lips did water at sir ha Mist. Open. Thou spider that hast wouen thy cunning web In mine owne house t' insnare me hast not thou Suck't nourishment euen vnderneath this roofe And turned it all to poyson spitting it On thy friends face my husband he as t' were sleeping Onely to leaue him vgly to mine eies That they might glance on thee Mist. Gal. Speake are these lies Gosh. Mine owne shame me confounds Mist. Open. No more hee 's stung who 'd thinke that in one body there could dwell Deformitie and beauty heauen and hell Goodnesse I see is but outside wee all set In rings of Gold stones that be counterfet I thought you none Gosh. Pardon mee Maist. Open. Truth I doe This blemish growes in nature not in you For mans creation sticke euen moles in scorne On fairest cheeks wife nothing is perfect borne Mist. Open. I thought you had bene borne perfect Maist. Open. What 's this whole world but a gilt rotten pill For at the heart lies the old chore still I 'le tell you Maister Goshawke I in your eie I haue seene wanton fire and then to try The soundnesse of my iudgement I told you I kept a whoore made you beleeue 't was true Onely to feele how your pulse beate but find The world can hardly yeeld a perfect friend Come come a tricke of youth and 't is forgiuen This rub put by our loue shall runne more euen Mist. Open You 'l deale vpon mens wiues no more Gosh. No you teach me a tricke for that Mist. Open. Troth do not they 'l o're-reach thee Mai. Open. Make my house yours sir still Gosh. No Maist. Open. I say you shall Seeing thus besieg'd it holds out 't will neuer fall