_Treadway_. Two woords and I have doone: the place considered, The basenes of the person under whome Shee lyves opprest, a slave of sordid lyfe, Conditiond with the devill, temptinge still Sometymes by fayre means, then againe by foul, To prostitute her for his servyle gaynes; And next the dissolute crewe with which shees hows'd Ech night, ech deye perswedinge boathe with toonge And lewde example; all these circonstances Duly considered, I shoold dowbt at least, If not presume, the woorst. _Raphael_. Oh you have pleasd mee, And in proposinge all these difficultyes Given of her graces ample testimony. Shee is that miracle, that only one That cann doo these; wear't comon in the sexe Twold not appeare to mee so admirable; It is for these I love her. _Treadway_. You are resolvd And I'l not staye your purpose. _Enter the Clowne with Mildewe and Sarleboys his guest and frende_. _Clowne_. I have brought this flesh-fly whome as soone as the butchers wyves sawe comminge throwghe the shambles, they all of them stood with theire flapps in theire hands like fanns. I, demandinge the reason itt was answerd me againe itt was to keepe away his infectious breath least it should fill theire meate with fly-blowes. _Raphael_. Well, mett, good Mr. _Mildewe_. _Mildewe_. My returne Of your salutes I cast belowe your feete. _Raphael_. Syr, I am yours to treade on. You will then Stand to your former bargen? _Mildewe_. I weare else Not woorthy to bee stil'd what I am tearmd, A trewe venereall broaker. _Clowne_. That's in _Italian_ A damnable hee bawde. _Mildewe_ Y'have such a bargen Marcellis, nor all France, shall yeild the like. Tis such a deynty peece of purity Such a coy thinge that[53] hee unto whose lott She shall hereafter fall may boast himself To bee a happy husband. For our trade Shees out at that: neather promises, rewards, Example or Intreaty, fayre, fowle meanes, Gaine present or the hope of future goodd, Can force from her a presens; then much lesse A frendly prostitution. _Raphael_. Hearst thou this? _Treadway_. Yes[54] and comende it in her, if that toonge, Even from his fyrst of speakinge traind to lye, Can now at lengthe speake truth. _Clowne_. Ay theres the dowbt. _Sarly_. This too yeares I have quested to his howse, And knwe all this most certeine. _Raphael_. Witnes too. _Mildewe_. I doo protest she spoyles my family And rather growne a hyndrance to my trade Then benefitt; so that, if not to losse, I wishe that I were clerly ridd of her, For shee hathe gott a trick to[55] my whores; And such as of themselves are impudent, When shee but coms in presens she makes blushe, As if ashamd of what they late had doon Or are about to doo. _Clowne_. Well sayde, ould sinner. _Raphael_. See, heeres the sum, 3 hundred crownes. _Mildewe_. O'th somme. _Raphael_. All currant and full weight. _Mildewe_. I'l fetch my doughter That hath no lightnes in her, currant too As any lasse i'th cittye. _Raphael_. _Mildewe_, staye.