A ROOM IN MOROSE'S HOUSE.
ENTER TRUEWIT AND CLERIMONT.
True:
Was there ever poor bridegroom so tormented? or man,
indeed?
Cler:
I have not read of the like in the chronicles of the land.
True:
Sure, he cannot but go to a place of rest, after all this
purgatory.
Cler:
He may presume it, I think.
True:
The spitting, the coughing, the laughter, the neezing, the
farting, dancing, noise of the music, and her masculine and
loud commanding, and urging the whole family, makes him think he has married a fury.
Cler:
And she carries it up bravely.
True:
Ay, she takes any occasion to speak: that is the height on't.
Cler:
And how soberly Dauphine labours to satisfy him, that it was
none of his plot!
True:
And has almost brought him to the faith, in the article.
Here he comes.
[ENTER SIR DAUPHINE.]
—Where is he now? what's become of him, Dauphine?
Daup:
O, hold me up a little, I shall go away in the jest else. He
has got on his whole nest of night-caps, and lock'd himself up in
the top of the house, as high as ever he can climb from the noise.
I peep'd in at a cranny, and saw him sitting over a cross-beam of
the roof, like him on the sadler's horse in Fleet-street, upright:
and he will sleep there.
Cler:
But where are your collegiates?
Daup:
Withdrawn with the bride in private.
True:
O, they are instructing her in the college-grammar. If
she have grace with them, she knows all their secrets instantly.
Cler:
Methinks the lady Haughty looks well to-day, for all my
dispraise of her in the morning. I think, I shall come about to
thee again, Truewit.
True:
Believe it, I told you right. Women ought to repair the
losses time and years have made in their features, with dressings.
And an intelligent woman, if she know by herself the least defect,
will be most curious to hide it: and it becomes her. If she be
short, let her sit much, lest, when she stands, she be thought to
sit. If she have an ill foot, let her wear her gown the longer,
and her shoe the thinner. If a fat hand, and scald nails, let her
carve the less, and act in gloves. If a sour breath, let her never
discourse fasting, and always talk at her distance. If she have
black and rugged teeth, let her offer the less at laughter,
especially if she laugh wide and open.
Cler:
O, you shall have some women, when they laugh, you would
think they brayed, it is so rude, and—
True:
Ay, and others, that will stalk in their gait like an estrich,
and take huge strides. I cannot endure such a sight. I love measure
in the feet, and number in the voice: they are gentlenesses, that
oftentimes draw no less than the face.
Daup:
How camest thou to study these creatures so exactly? I would
thou would'st make me a proficient.
True:
Yes, but you must leave to live in your chamber, then, a
month together upon Amadis de Gaul, or Don Quixote, as you are
wont; and come abroad where the matter is frequent, to court, to
tiltings, public shows and feasts, to plays, and church sometimes:
thither they come to shew their new tires too, to see, and to be
seen. In these places a man shall find whom to love, whom to play
with, whom to touch once, whom to hold ever. The variety arrests
his judgment. A wench to please a man comes not down dropping
from the ceiling, as he lies on his back droning a tobacco pipe.
He must go where she is.
Daup:
Yes, and be never the nearer.
True:
Out, heretic! That diffidence makes thee worthy it should
be so.
Cler:
He says true to you, Dauphine.
Daup:
Why?
True:
A man should not doubt to overcome any woman. Think he can
vanquish them, and he shall: for though they deny, their desire
is to be tempted. Penelope herself cannot hold out long. Ostend,
you saw, was taken at last. You must persever, and hold to your
purpose. They would solicit us, but that they are afraid.
Howsoever, they wish in their hearts we should solicit them.
Praise them, flatter them, you shall never want eloquence or
trust: even the chastest delight to feel themselves that way
rubb'd. With praises you must mix kisses too: if they take them,
they'll take more—though they strive, they would be overcome.
Cler:
O, but a man must beware of force.
True:
It is to them an acceptable violence, and has oft-times the
place of the greatest courtesy. She that might have been forced,
and you let her go free without touching, though then she seem to
thank you, will ever hate you after; and glad in the face, is
assuredly sad at the heart.
Cler:
But all women are not to be taken all ways.
True:
'Tis true; no more than all birds, or all fishes. If you
appear learned to an ignorant wench, or jocund to a sad, or witty
to a foolish, why she presently begins to mistrust herself. You
must approach them in their own height, their own line: for the
contrary makes many, that fear to commit themselves to noble and
worthy fellows, run into the embraces of a rascal. If she love
wit, give verses, though you borrow them of a friend, or buy them,
to have good. If valour, talk of your sword, and be frequent in
the mention of quarrels, though you be staunch in fighting. If
activity, be seen on your barbary often, or leaping over stools,
for the credit of your back. If she love good clothes or dressing,
have your learned council about you every morning, your French
tailor, barber, linener, etc. Let your powder, your glass, and
your comb be your dearest acquaintance. Take more care for the
ornament of your head, than the safety: and wish the commonwealth rather troubled, than a hair about you. That will take her. Then, if she be covetous and craving, do you promise any thing, and perform sparingly; so shall you keep her in appetite still. Seem as you would give, but be like a barren field, that yields little,
or unlucky dice to foolish and hoping gamesters. Let your gifts
be slight and dainty, rather than precious. Let cunning be above
cost. Give cherries at time of year, or apricots; and say they
were sent you out of the country, though you bought them in
Cheapside. Admire her tires: like her in all fashions; compare her
in every habit to some deity; invent excellent dreams to flatter
her, and riddles; or, if she be a great one, perform always the
second parts to her: like what she likes, praise whom she praises,
and fail not to make the household and servants yours, yea the
whole family, and salute them by their names: ('tis but light cost
if you can purchase them so,) and make her physician your
pensioner, and her chief woman. Nor will it be out of your gain to
make love to her too, so she follow, not usher her lady's
pleasure. All blabbing is taken away, when she comes to be a part
of the crime.
Daup:
On what courtly lap hast thou late slept, to come forth so
sudden and absolute a courtling?
True:
Good faith, I should rather question you, that are so
harkening after these mysteries. I begin to suspect your
diligence, Dauphine. Speak, art thou in love in earnest?
Daup:
Yes, by my troth am I: 'twere ill dissembling before thee.
True:
With which of them, I prithee?
Daup:
With all the collegiates.
Cler:
Out on thee! We'll keep you at home, believe it, in the
stable, if you be such a stallion.
True:
No; I like him well. Men should love wisely, and all women;
some one for the face, and let her please the eye; another for
the skin, and let her please the touch; a third for the voice, and
let her please the ear; and where the objects mix, let the senses
so too. Thou would'st think it strange, if I should make them all
in love with thee afore night!
Daup:
I would say, thou had'st the best philtre in the world, and
couldst do more than madam Medea, or doctor Foreman.
True:
If I do not, let me play the mountebank for my meat, while I
live, and the bawd for my drink.
Daup:
So be it, I say.
[ENTER OTTER, WITH HIS THREE CUPS, DAW, AND LA-FOOLE.]
Ott:
O Lord, gentlemen, how my knights and I have mist you here!
Cler:
Why, captain, what service? what service?
Ott:
To see me bring up my bull, bear, and horse to fight.
Daw:
Yes, faith, the captain says we shall be his dogs to bait
them.
Daup:
A good employment.
True:
Come on, let's see a course, then.
La-F:
I am afraid my cousin will be offended, if she come.
Ott:
Be afraid of nothing. Gentlemen, I have placed the drum and
the trumpets, and one to give them the sign when you are ready.
Here's my bull for myself, and my bear for sir John Daw, and my
horse for sir Amorous. Now set your foot to mine, and yours to
his, and—
La-F:
Pray God my cousin come not.
Ott:
Saint George, and saint Andrew, fear no cousins. Come,
sound, sound.
[DRUM AND TRUMPETS SOUND.]
Et rauco strepuerunt cornua cantu.
[THEY DRINK.]
True:
Well said, captain, i'faith: well fought at the bull.
Cler:
Well held at the bear.
True:
Low, low! captain.
Daup:
O, the horse has kick'd off his dog already.
La-F:
I cannot drink it, as I am a knight.
True:
Ods so! off with his spurs, somebody.
La-F:
It goes against my conscience. My cousin will be angry with it.
Daw:
I have done mine.
True:
You fought high and fair, sir John.
Cler:
At the head.
Daup:
Like an excellent bear-dog.
Cler:
You take no notice of the business, I hope?
Daw:
Not a word, sir; you see we are jovial.
Ott:
Sir Amorous, you must not equivocate.
It must be pull'd down, for all my cousin.
Cler:
'Sfoot, if you take not your drink, they will think you are
discontented with something: you'll betray all, if you take the
least notice.
La-F:
Not I; I'll both drink and talk then.
Ott:
You must pull the horse on his knees, sir Amorous: fear no
cousins. Jacta est alea.
True:
O, now he's in his vein, and bold. The least hint given him
of his wife now, will make him rail desperately.
Cler:
Speak to him of her.
True:
Do you, and I will fetch her to the hearing of it.
[EXIT.]
Daup:
Captain He-Otter, your She-Otter is coming, your wife.
Ott:
Wife! buz! titivilitium! There's no such thing in nature.
I confess, gentlemen, I have a cook, a laundress, a house-drudge,
that serves my necessary turns, and goes under that title: but
he's an ass that will be so uxorious to tie his affections to one
circle. Come, the name dulls appetite. Here, replenish again:
another bout.
[FILLS THE CUPS AGAIN.]
Wives are nasty sl*ttish animalls.
Daup:
O, captain.
Ott:
As ever the earth bare, tribus verbis. Where's master
Truewit?
Daw:
He's slipt aside, sir.
Cler:
But you must drink, and be jovial.
Daw:
Yes, give it me.
La-F:
And me too.
Daw:
Let's be jovial.
La-F:
As jovial as you will.
Ott:
Agreed. Now you shall have the bear, cousin, and sir John
Daw the horse, and I will have the bull still. Sound, Tritons of
the Thames.
[DRUM AND TRUMPETS SOUND AGAIN.]
Nunc est bibendum, nunc pede libero—
Mor [ABOVE]:
Villains, murderers, sons of the earth, and traitors,
what do you there?
Cler:
O, now the trumpets have waked him, we shall have his
company.
Ott:
A wife is a scurvy clogdogdo, an unlucky thing, a very
foresaid bear-whelp, without any good fashion or breeding: mala
bestia.
[RE-ENTER TRUEWIT BEHIND, WITH MISTRESS OTTER.]
Daup:
Why did you marry one then, captain?
Ott:
A pox!—I married with six thousand pound, I. I was in love
with that. I have not kissed my Fury these forty weeks.
Cler:
The more to blame you, captain.
True:
Nay, mistress Otter, hear him a little first.
Ott:
She has a breath worse than my grandmother's, profecto.
Mrs. Ott:
O treacherous liar! kiss me, sweet master Truewit, and
prove him a slandering knave.
True:
I will rather believe you, lady.
Ott:
And she has a peruke that's like a pound of hemp, made up in
shoe-threads.
Mrs. Ott:
O viper, mandrake!
Ott:
A most vile face! and yet she spends me forty pound a year
in mercury and hogs-bones. All her teeth were made in the
Black-Friars, both her eyebrows in the Strand, and her hair in
Silver-street. Every part of the town owns a piece of her.
Mrs. Ott: [COMES FORWARD.]:
I cannot hold.
Ott:
She takes herself asunder still when she goes to bed, into
some twenty boxes; and about next day noon is put together again,
like a great German clock: and so comes forth, and rings a tedious
larum to the whole house, and then is quiet again for an hour,
but for her quarters. Have you done me right, gentlemen?
Mrs. Ott: [FALLS UPON HIM, AND BEATS HIM.]:
No, sir, I will do you
right with my quarters, with my quarters.
Ott:
O, hold, good princess.
True:
Sound, sound!
[DRUM AND TRUMPETS SOUND.]
Cler:
A battle, a battle!
Mrs. Ott:
You notorious stinkardly bearward, does my breath smell?
Ott:
Under correction, dear princess: look to my bear, and my
horse, gentlemen.
Mrs. Ott:
Do I want teeth, and eyebrows, thou bull-dog?
True:
Sound, sound still.
[THEY SOUND AGAIN.]
Ott:
No, I protest, under correction—
Mrs. Ott:
Ay, now you are under correction, you protest: but you
did not protest before correction, sir. Thou Judas, to offer to
betray thy princess! I will make thee an example—
[BEATS HIM.]
[ENTER MOROSE WITH HIS LONG SWORD.]
Mor:
I will have no such examples in my house, lady Otter.
Mrs. Ott:
Ah!—
[MRS. OTTER, DAW, AND LA-FOOLE RUN OFF.]
Ott:
Mistress Mary Ambree, your examples are dangerous. Rogues,
hell-hounds, Stentors! out of my doors, you sons of noise and
tumult, begot on an ill May-day, or when the galley-foist is
afloat to Westminster!
[DRIVES OUT THE MUSICIANS.]
A trumpeter could not be conceived but then!
Daup:
What ails you, sir?
Mor:
They have rent my roof, walls, and all my windows asunder,
with their brazen throats.
[EXIT.]
True:
` Best follow him, Dauphine.
Daup:
So I will.
[EXIT.]
Cler:
Where's Daw and La-Foole?
Ott:
They are both run away, sir. Good gentlemen, help to pacify
my princess, and speak to the great ladies for me. Now must I go
lie with the bears this fortnight, and keep out of the way, till
my peace be made, for this scandal she has taken. Did you not see
my bull-head, gentlemen?
Cler:
Is't not on, captain?
True:
No; but he may make a new one, by that is on.
Ott:
O, here it is. An you come over, gentlemen, and ask for Tom
Otter, we'll go down to Ratcliff, and have a course i'faith,
for all these disasters. There is bona spes left.
True:
Away, captain, get off while you are well.
[EXIT OTTER.]
Cler:
I am glad we are rid of him.
True:
You had never been, unless we had put his wife upon him.
His humour is as tedious at last, as it was ridiculous at first.
[EXEUNT.]