Vin. Most right, i'faith. Moth. I owe your cheek my hand For that presumption now, but I'll forget it; And understand your time. What will you be a girl? If all fear'd drowning that spy waves ashore, Gold would grow rich, and all the merchants poor. Cast. It is a pretty saying of a wicked one, but methinks now It does not show so well out of your mouth, Better in his. Vin. Faith, bad enough in both, 'Tis honesty you urge; what's honesty? [aside. 'Tis but heaven's beggar; and what woman is so foolish to keep honesty, And be not able to keep herself? no, Times are grown wiser, and will keep less charge. A maid that has small portion now intends To break up house, and live upon her friends; How blest are you! you have happiness alone; Sufficient in himself to make your forehead Dazzle the world with jewels; and petitionary people Start at your presence. Moth. Oh, if I were young, I should be ravish'd. Cast. Ay, to lose your honour! Vin. O think upon the pleasure of the palace! Secured ease and state! the stirring meats, Ready to move out of the dishes, that e'en now quicken when they're eaten ! Banquets abroad by torch-light! musick! sports! Vin. Ay, to the devil! to th' duke, by my faith. Moth. Ay, to the duke: daughter, you'd scorn to think o'the devil, and you were there once. Vin. True, for most there are as proud as he for his heart, i'faith. Who'd sit at home in a neglected room, Dealing her short-liv'd beauty to the pictures, Lands that were mete by the rod, that labour's spar'd, Nay, shall I come nearer to you? mark but this: [aside. Why are there so few honest women, but because 'tis the poorer profession that's accounted best, that's best follow'd; least in trade, least in fashion; and that's not honesty, believe it; and do but note the low and dejected price of it: Lose but a pearl, we search and cannot brook it: But that once gone, who is so mad to look it? Moth. Troth he says true. Cast. False, I defy you both: I have endur'd you with an ear of fire; Your tongues have struck hot irons on my face. Cast. Do you not see her? she's too inward then : And give this virgin crystal plaudities! Moth. Peevish, coy, foolish!-but return this answer, Women with women can work best alone. Vin. Indeed I'll tell him so. O more uncivil, more unnatural, Than those base-titled creatures that look downward. [exit. [exit. Why does not heaven turn black, or with a frown Wer't not for gold and women, there would be no damnation. That they should be the hooks to catch at man. [exit. Enter Vindici and Hippolito, bringing out their mother, with daggers in their hands. Vin. O thou, for whom no name is bad enough! Moth. What mean my sons? what, will you murder me? Vin. Wicked unnatural parent! Hip. Fiend of women! Moth. Oh! are sons turned monsters? help! Vin. In vain. Moth. Are you so barbarous as to set iron nipples Upon the breast that gave you suck? Vin. That breast Is turn'd to quarled poison. Moth. Cut not your days for't! am not I your mother? For in that shell of mother breeds a bawd. Moth. A bawd? O name far loathsomer than hell! Hip. It should be so, knew'st thou thy office well. Vin. Ah! is't possible, you powers on high, Vin. Did not the duke's son direct A fellow, of the world's condition, hither, And work our sister to his lust? Moth. Who I? That had been monstrous. I defy that man For any such intent! none lives so pure, But shall be soil'd with slander ;-good son, believe it not. Vin. Oh, I'm in doubt, Whether I'm myself, or no— Stay, let me look again upon this face. Who shall be sav'd, when mothers have no grace? [resumes his disguise. Hip. "Twould make one half despair. Vin. I was the man; Defy me now, let's see, do't modestly. Moth. O hell unto my soul ! Vin. In that disguise, I, sent from the duke's son, Tri'd you, and found you were base metal, As any villain might have done. Moth. O no, no tongue but yours could have bewitch'd me so. Vin. O nimble in damnation, quick in turn! There is no devil could strike fire so soon: I am confuted in a word. Moth. Oh sons, forgive me! to myself I'll prove more true; You that should honour me, I kneel to you. Vin. A mother to give aim to her own daughter! Vin. Nay, and you draw tears once, go you to bed; Vin. I'faith, tis a sweet shower, it does much good. I'll rince it in seven waters of mine eyes ! Make my tears salt enough to taste of To weep, grace. But to weep truly, that's a gift from heaven. Vin. Nay, I'll kiss you now. Kiss her, brother : Let's marry her to our souls, wherein's no lust, Hip. Let it be. Vin. For honest women are so seld and rare, 'Tis good to cherish those poor few that are. O you of easy wax! do but imagine Now the disease has left you, how leprously That office would have cling'd unto your forehead! Would have worn masks to hide their face at you: Vin. There had been boiling lead again, The duke's son's great concubine! A drab of state, a cloth o' silver slut, To have her train borne up, and her soul trail i'th'dirt! Ask but the thriving'st harlot in cold blood, Hip. Oh, brother, you forget our business. Moth. I'll give you this, that one I never knew, Hip. Commend us in all virtue to our sister. Vin. Ay, for the love of heaven, to that true maid. Vin. Why that was motherly said. Moth. I wonder now what fury did transport me! I feel good thoughts begin to settle in me. Oh with what forehead can I look on her, Whose honour I've so impiously beset? And here she comes. [exeunt. [enter Castiza. Cast. Now, mother, you have wrought with me so strongly, That what for my advancement, as to calm The trouble of your tongue, I am content. Moth. Content, to what? Cast. To do as you have wish'd me; To prostitute my breast to the duke's son; Moth. I hope you will not so! Cast. Hope you I will not? That's not the hope you look to be sav'd in. Moth. Truth but it is. Cast. Do not deceive yourself, I am as you, e'en out of marble wrought. What would you now ? are ye not pleas'd yet with me? You shall not wish me to be more lascivious Than I intend to be. |