Rule a Wife, and Have a Wife: Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (3 of 10)Fletcher, John
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Rule a Wife, and Have a Wife: Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (3 of 10)
Fletcher, John
Comedy plays; Drama
But might not all this be, and keep ye single.
You take away variety in marriage,
The abundance of the pleasure you are bar'd then,
182] Is't not abundance that you aim at?
Margarita:
Yes why was I made a woman?
2 Lady:
And every day a new?
Margarita:
Why fair and young but to use it?
1 Lady:
You are still i'th' right, why would you marry then?
Altea:
Because a husband stops all doubts in this point,
And clears all passages.
2 Lady:
What Husband mean ye?
Altea:
A Husband of an easy faith, a fool,
Made by her wealth, and moulded to her pleasure,
One though he see himself become a monster,
Shall hold the door, and entertain the maker.
2 Lady:
You grant there may be such a man.
1 Lady:
Yes marry, but how to bring 'em to this rare Perfection.
2 Lady:
They must be chosen so, things of no honour,
Nor outward honesty.
Margarita:
No 'tis no matter,
I care not what they are, so they be lusty.
2 Lady:
Me thinks now a rich Lawyer, some such fellow,
That carries credit, and a face of awe,
But lies with nothing but his clients business.
Margarita:
No there's no trusting them, they are too subtil,
The Law has moulded 'em of natural mischief.
1 Lady:
Then some grave governor,
Some man of honour, yet an easy man.
Margarita:
If he have honour I am undone, I'le none such,
I'le have a lusty man, honour will cloy me..br
Altea:
'Tis fit ye should Lady;
And to that end, with search and wit and labour,
I have found one out, a right one and a perfect,
He is made as strong as brass, is of brave years too,
And doughty of complexion.
Margarita:
Is he a Gentleman?
Altea:
Yes and a souldier, as gentle as you would wish him,
A good fellow, wears good cloaths.
Margarita:
Those I'le allow him,
They are for my credit, does he understand
But little?
Altea:
Very little.
183]
Margarita:
'Tis the better,
Have not the wars bred him up to anger?
Alonzo:
No, he will not quarrel with a dog that bites hi[m],
Let him be drunk or sober, is one silence.
Margarita:
H'as no capacity what honor is?
For that's the Souldiers god.
Altea:
Honour's a thing too subtil for his wisdom,
If honour lye in eating, he is right honourable.
Margarita:
Is he so goodly a man do you say?
Altea:
As you shall see Lady,
But to all this is but a trunk.
Margarita:
I would have him so,
I shall adde branches to him to adorn him,
Goe, find me out this man, and let me see him,
If he be that motion that you tell me of,
And make no more noise, I shall entertain him,
Let him be here.
Altea:
He shall attend your Ladiship.
[Exeunt.
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