_Bell._ I will Rellish, and taste, and make the banquet easie: 20 You say my Ladie’s married. I confesse it, That Charalois hath inioyed her, ’tis most true That with her, hee’s already Master of The best part of my old Lords state. Still better, But that the first, or last, should be your hindrance, 25 I vtterly deny: for but obserue me: While she went for, and was, I sweare, a Virgin, What courtesie could she with her honour giue Or you receiue with safety--take me with you, When I say courtesie, doe not think I meane 30 A kisse, the tying of her shoo or garter, An houre of priuate conference: those are trifles. In this word courtesy, we that are gamesters point at The sport direct, where not alone the louer Brings his Artillery, but vses it. 35 Which word expounded to you, such a courtesie Doe you expect, and sudden. _Nou._ But he tasted The first sweetes, _Bellapert_. _Bell._ He wrong’d you shrewdly, He toyl’d to climbe vp to the _Phoenix_ nest, And in his prints leaues your ascent more easie. 40 I doe not know, you that are perfect Crittiques In womens bookes, may talke of maydenheads. _Nou._ But for her marriage. _Bell._ ’Tis a faire protection ’Gainst all arrests of feare, or shame for euer. Such as are faire, and yet not foolish, study 45 To haue one at thirteene; but they are mad That stay till twenty. Then sir, for the pleasure, To say Adulterie’s sweeter, that is stale. This onely is not the contentment more, To say, This is my Cuckold, then my Riuall. 50 More I could say--but briefly, she doates on you, If it proue otherwise, spare not, poyson me With the next gold you giue me. _Enter Beaumely_ _Beau._ Hows this seruant, Courting my woman? _Bell._ As an entrance to The fauour of the mistris: you are together 55 And I am perfect in my qu. _Beau._ Stay _Bellapert_. _Bell._ In this I must not with your leaue obey you. Your Taylor and your Tire-woman waite without And stay my counsayle, and direction for Your next dayes dressing. I haue much to doe, 60 Nor will your Ladiship know, time is precious, Continue idle: this choise Lord will finde So fit imployment for you. _Exit Bellap._ _Beau._ I shall grow angry. _Nou._ Not so, you haue a iewell in her, Madam. _Enter againe._ _Bell._ I had forgot to tell your Ladiship 65 The closet is priuate and your couch ready: And if you please that I shall loose the key, But say so, and tis done. _Exit Bellap._