the Dutchesse of Malfy.
SCENA. II.
BOSOLA, old Lady, Antonio, Rodorigo, Grisolan:
servants, Delio, Cariola.
Bos.
So, so: ther's no question but her teatchives
And most vulterous eating of the Apricocks, are apparant
Signes of breeding, now?
Old Lady.
I am in hast (Sir.)
Bos.
There was a young wayting-woman, had a monstrous desire
To see the Glasse-house.
Old La.
Nay, pray let me goe:
Bos.
And it was onely to know what strange instrument it was,
Should swell up a glasse to the fashion of a womans belly.
Old La.
I will heare no more of the Glasse-house,
You are still abusing woemen?
Bos.
Who I? no, onely (by the way now and then) mention
Your fraileties. The Orrenge tree beare ripe and greene
Fruit, and blossoms altogether: And some of you give entertainment
For pure love: but more, for more precious reward. The lusty
Spring smels well: but drooping Autumne tasts well: If we
Have the same golden showres, that rained in the time of Jupiter
The Thunderer: you have the same Danes still, to hold up their
Laps to receive them: didst thou never study the Mathematiques?
Old La.
What's that (Sir.)
Bos.
Why, to know the trick how to make a many lines meete
In one center: Goe goe; give your foster-daughters good councell:
Tell them, that the Divell takes delight to hang at a womans girdle;
Like a false rusty watch that she cannot discerne how
The time passes.
Ant.
Shht up the Court gates:
Rod.
Why sir? what's the danger?
Ant.
Shut up the Posternes presently: and call
All the Officers o'th' Court.
Gris.
I shall instantly:
Ant.
Who keepes the key o'th' Parke-gate?
Rod.
