[191] [Bruises or contusions occasioned by assaults.] [192] [Probably some strong, coarse sort of substance like corduroy.] [193] [Apparently this word means the secret pigeon-holes in a desk or secretary.] ACT II., SCENE I. _+Aurelia+, +Dorcas+._ +Aur.+ Why, we shall have you get in time the turn- Up of your eyes, speak in the nose, draw sighs Of an ell long, and rail at discipline. Would I could hear from Bannswright! Ere I'll be tortur'd With your preciseness thus, I'll get dry palms With starching, and put on my smocks myself. +Dor.+ Surely you may, and air 'em too: there have been Very devout and holy women that wore No shift at all. +Aur.+ Such saints, you mean, as wore Their congregations, and swarm'd with Christian vermin. You'll hold clean linen heresy? +Dor.+ Surely, yes, Clean linen in a surplice: that and powders Do bring dry summers, make the sickness rage, And the enemy prevail. It was reveal'd To Mistress Scruple and her husband, who Do verily ascribe the German war And the late persecutions to curling, False teeth, and oil of talc.[194] +Aur.+ Now she is in, A lecturer will sooner hold his peace Than she. +Dor.+ And surely, as Master Scruple says---- +Aur.+ That was her schoolmaster; one that cools a feast With his long grace, and sooner eats a capon, Than blesses it. +Dor.+ And proves it very well, Out of a book that suffer'd martyrdom[195] By fire in Cheapside; since amulets and bracelets, And love-locks, were in use, the price of sprats, Jerusalem artichokes, and Holland cheese, Is very much increased: so that the brethren-- Botchers I mean, and such poor zealous saints As earn five groats a week under a stall, By singing psalms, and drawing up of holes, Can't live in their vocation, but are fain To turn---- +Aur.+ Old breeches. +Dor.+ Surely, teachers and prophets. SCENE II. _Enter +Bannswright+._ +Aur.+ O Master Bannswright, are you come! My woman Was in her preaching fit: she only wanted A table's end. +Ban.+ Why, what's the matter? +Aur.+ Never Poor lady had so much unbred holiness About her person; I am never dress'd Without a sermon; but am forc'd to prove The lawfulness of curling-irons, before She'll crisp me in a morning. I must show Text for the fashions of my gowns. She'll ask Where jewels are commanded? or what lady I' th' primitive times wore ropes of pearl or rubies? She will urge councils for her little ruff, Call'd in Northamptonshire;[196] and her whole service Is a mere confutation of my clothes. +Ban.+ Why, madam, I assure you, time hath been, However she be otherwise, when she had A good quick wit, and would have made to a lady A serviceable sinner.