Men have no power, angels must work you to't: You took great pains for her, once when it was, Let her requite it now, tho' it be but some; You brought her forth, she may well bring you home. Vin. Not I hope already? [aside. Moth. It is too strong for me; men know, that know us, We are so weak their words can overthrow us: He touch'd me nearly, made my virtues bate, * Vin. I e'en quake to proceed, my spirit turns edge, I fear me she's unmother'd, yet I'll venture. What think you now, lady? speak, are you wiser? Vin. The comfort on't! I keep the best for last, can these persuade you To forget heaven-and Moth. Ay, these are they— Vin. Oh! Moth. That enchant our sex: [aside. [gives her money. These are the means that govern our affections,that woman Will not be troubled with the mother long, That sees the comfortable shine of you: I blush to think what for your sakes I'll do. Vin. O suffering heaven! with thy invisible finger, E'en at this instant turn the precious side Of both mine eye-balls inward, not to see myself. [aside. Moth. Look you, sir. Vin. Hollo. Moth. Let this thank your pains. Vin. O you're a kind madam. Moth. I'll see how I can move. Vin. Your words will sting. Moth. If she be still chaste, I'll ne'er call her mine. Vin. Spoke truer than you meant it. Moth. Daughter Castiza. Cast. Madam. Vin. O, she's yonder, [Castiza returns. Meet her troops of celestial soldiers guard her heart. Yon dam has devils enough to take her part. In Cast. Madam, what makes yon evil-offic'd man presence of you? Moth. Why? Cast. He lately brought Immodest writing sent from the duke's son, To tempt me to dishonourable act. Moth. Dishonourable act?-good honourable fool, And 't has a good report, prettily commended, * Deny advancement! treasure! the duke's son! Vin. Prettily put by! Moth. Are you as proud to me, as coy to him? Do you not know me now? Cast. Why, are you she? The world's so chang'd, one shape into another, Vin. Most right, i'faith. Moth. I owe your cheek my hand For that presumption now, but I'll forget it; If all fear'd drowning that spy waves ashore, Gold would grow rich, and all the merchants poor. Cast. It is a pretty saying of a wicked one, but methinks now It does not show so well out of your mouth, Better in his. Vin. Faith, bad enough in both, [aside. 'Tis but heaven's beggar; and what woman is so foolish to keep honesty, And be not able to keep herself? no, Times are grown wiser, and will keep less charge. A maid that has small portion now intends To break up house, and live upon her friends; How blest are you! you have happiness alone; Sufficient in himself to make your forehead Start at your presence. Moth. Oh, if I were young, I should be ravish'd. Cast. Ay, to lose your honour! Vin. 'Slid, how can you lose your honour, To deal with lord's grace? my He'll add more honour to it by his title; Your mother will tell you how. Moth. That I will. Vin. O think upon the pleasure of the palace! Secured ease and state! the stirring meats, Ready to move out of the dishes, that e'en now quicken when they're eaten! Banquets abroad by torch-light! musick! sports! Vin. Ay, to the devil! to th' duke, by my faith. Moth. Ay, to the duke: daughter, you'd scorn to think o'the devil, and you were there once. Vin. True, for most there are as proud as he for his heart, i'faith. Who'd sit at home in a neglected room, Dealing her short-liv'd beauty to the pictures, Lands that were mete by the rod, that labour's spar'd, All thrives but chastity, she lies a-cold. Nay, shall I come nearer to you? mark but this: [aside. Why are there so few honest women, but because 'tis the poorer profession that's accounted best, that's best follow'd; least in trade, least in fashion; and that's not honesty, believe it; and do but note the low and dejected price of it: Lose but a pearl, we search and cannot brook it: Moth. Troth he says true. Cast. False, I defy you both : I have endur'd you with an ear of fire ; Your tongues have struck hot irons on my face. Cast. Do you not see her? she's too inward then : And give this virgin crystal plaudities! Moth. Peevish, coy, foolish!-but return this answer, Vin. Indeed I'll tell him so. O more uncivil, more unnatural, Than those base-titled creatures that look downward. [exit. [exit. Why does not heaven turn black, or with a frown Wer't not for gold and women, there would be no damnation. That they should be the hooks to catch at man. [exit. Enter Vindici and Hippolito, bringing out their mother, with daggers in their hands. Vin. O thou, for whom no name is bad enough! Moth. What mean my sons? what, will you murder me? Vin. Wicked unnatural parent! Hip. Fiend of women! Moth. Oh! are sons turned monsters? help! Vin. In vain. Moth. Are you so barbarous as to set iron nipples Vin. That breast Is turn'd to quarled poison. Moth. Cut not your days for't! am not I your For in that shell of mother breeds a bawd. mother? Moth. A bawd? O name far loathsomer than hell! Vin. Ah! is't possible, you powers on high, Vin. Did not the duke's son direct A fellow, of the world's condition, hither, And work our sister to his lust? For such intent! none lives so pure, any But shall be soil'd with slander ;-good son, believe it not. Vin. Oh, I'm in doubt, Whether I'm myself, or no— Stay, let me look again upon this face. Who shall be sav'd, when mothers have no grace? [resumes his disguise. Hip. "Twould make one half despair. |