The Little French Lawyer Part 16

Do you profess this seriously? do you laugh at me?

_Lam._ Ha, ha.

_Din._ Pl---- light upon your scorns, upon your flatteries, Upon your tempting faces, all destructions; A bedrid winter hang upon your cheeks, And blast, blast, blast those buds of Pride that paint you; Death in your eyes to fright men from these dangers: Raise up your trophy, _Cleremont_.

_Cler._ What a vengeance ail you?

_Din._ What dismal noise! is there no honour in you?

_Cleremont_, we are betrayed, betrayed, sold by a woman; Deal bravely for thy self.

_Cler._ This comes of rutting; Are we made stales to one another?

_Din._ Yes, we are undone, lost.

_Cler._ You shall pay for't grey-beard.

Up, up, you sleep your last else. {_Lights above, two Servants {and_ Anabel.

_1 Serv._ No, not yet, Sir, Lady, look up, would you have wrong'd this Beauty?

Wake so tender a Virgin with rough terms?

You wear a Sword, we must entreat you leave it.

_2 Serv._ Fye Sir, so sweet a Lady?

_Cler._ Was this my bed-fellow, pray give me leave to look, I am not mad yet, I may be by and by.

Did this lye by me?

Did I fear this? is this a Cause to shake at?

Away with me for shame, I am a Rascal.

_Enter_ Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, Anabel, Cleremont, _and two Servants_.

_Din._ I am amaz'd too.

_Beaup._ We'll recover you.

_Verd._ You walk like _Robin-good-fellow_ all the house over, And every man afraid of you.

_Din._ 'Tis well, Lady; The honour of this deed will be your own, The world shall know your bounty.

_Beaup._ What shall we do with 'em?

_Cler._ Geld me, For 'tis not fit I should be a man again, I am an a.s.s, a Dog.

_Lam._ Take your revenges, You know my Husbands wrongs and your own losses.

_Anab._ A brave man, an admirable brave man; Well, well, I would not be so tryed again; A very handsome proper Gentleman.

_Cler._ Will you let me lye by her but one hour more, And then hang me?

_Din._ We wait your malice, put your swords home bravely, You have reason to seek bloud.

_Lam._ Not as you are n.o.ble.

_Cham._ Hands off, and give them liberty, only disarm 'em.

_Beaup._ We have done that already.

_Cham._ You are welcome, Gentlemen, I am glad my house has any pleasure for you, I keep a couple of Ladies here, they say fair, And you are young and handsome, Gentlemen; Have you any more mind to Wenches?

_Cler._ To be abus'd too? Lady, you might have help'd this.

_Ana._ Sir now 'tis past, but 't may be I may stand Your friend hereafter, in a greater matter.

_Cler._ Never whilst you live.

_Ana._ You cannot tell--now, Sir, a parting hand.

_Cler._ Down and Roses: Well I may live to see you again. A dull Rogue, No revelation in thee.

_Lam._ Were you well frighted?

Were your fitts from the heart, of all colds and colours?

That's all your punishment.

_Cler._ It might have been all yours, Had not a block-head undertaken it.

_Cham._ Your swords you must leave to these Gentlemen.

_Verd._ And now, when you dare fight, We are on even Ice again.

_Din._ 'Tis well: To be a Mistris, is to be a monster, And so I leave your house, and you for ever.

_Lam._ Leave your wild l.u.s.ts, and then you are a master.

_Cham._ You may depart too.

_Cler._ I had rather stay here.

_Cham._ Faith we shall fright you worse.

_Cler._ Not in that manner, There's five hundred Crowns, fright me but so again.

_Din._ Come _Cleremont_, this is the hour of fool.

_Cler._ Wiser the next shall be or we'll to School. [_Exeunt._

_Champ._ How coolly these hot gallants are departed!

Faith Cousin, 'twas unconscionably done, To lye so still, and so long.

_Anab._ 'Twas your pleasure, If 'twere a fault, I may hereafter mend.

_Champ._ O my best Wife, Take now what course thou wilt, and lead what life.