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curd of a posset.—[Aside.] Signor, 'tis as I told you; all's right.
Sec. Right, just as thou told'st me; all's right. Spa. To a very hair, signor mio.
Sec. For which, sirrah Spadone, I will make thee a man; a man, dost hear? I say, a man.
Spa. Thou art a prick-ear'd foist, a citternheaded gew-gaw, a knack, a snipper-snapper. Twit me with the decrements of my pendants! though I am made a gelding, and, like a tame buck, have lost my dowsets,—more a monster than a cuckold with his horns seen,- yet I scorn to be jeered by any checker-approved barbarian? of
ye all. Make me a man! I defy thee.
Sec. How now, fellow, how now! roaring ripe indeed!
Spa. Indeed ? thou’rt worse: a dry shaver, a copper-bason'd suds-monger. Sec. Nay, nay; by my mistress' fair
I meant no such thing.
Spa. Eyes in thy belly! the reverend madam
Thou art a prick-eared foist, 8c.] This stuff is hardly worth explaining; but it may be noted, en passant, that foist is one of the thousand cant terms for a rogue of any kind; that citternheaded means ugly, in allusion to the grotesque and monstrous figures with which these and similar musical instruments were ornamented; that knack is a slight, inconsiderate toy, and snippersnapper whatever of vituperative the reader pleases.
By any checker-approved barbarian.] i.e. by any favourite of taverns and their frequenters. Or, as Secco is not tainted with the vice of drunkenness, may we venture to suppose that a barber's shop, like a tavern, was occasionally denoted by the sign of the chequers? Ford seems tickled with his facetious pun on barber; for he uses it again in a subsequent passage, where Spadone calls Secco, who is about to shave him,“ a precious barbarian."
shall know how I have been used. I will blow my nose in thy casting-bottle, break the teeth of thy combs, poison thy camphire-balls, slice out thy towels with thine own razor, be-tallow thy tweezes, and urine in thy bason:--make me a man!
Sec. Hold! take another ducat. As I love new clothes
Spa. Or cast old ones.
Spa. Good, we are pieced again: reputation, signor, is precious.
Sec. I know it is.
Spa. The lady guardianess, the mother of the Fancies, is resolved to draw with you in the wholesome (yoke] of matrimony, suddenly.
Sec. She writes as much: and, Spadone, when we are married
Spa. You will to bed no doubt.
Sec. That all the world shall wonder.
Sec. How do the beauties, my dainty knave? live, wish, think, and dream, sirrah, ha!
Spa. Fumble, one with another, on the gambos of imagination between their legs; eat they do, and sleep, game, laugh, and lie down, as beauties ought to do; there's all.
Sec. Commend me to my choicest, and tell her, the minute of her appointment shall be waited on; say to her, she shall find me a man at all points.
Enter NITIDO. Spa. Why, there's another quarrel, ---man, once more, in spite of my nose,
Nit. Away, Secco, away! my lord calls, he has a loose hair started from his fellows; a clip of your art is commanded. Sec. I fly, Nitido; Spadone, remember me.
[Exit. Nit. Trudging between an old mule, and a young calf, my nimble intelligencer? What! thou fatten'st apace on capon still?
Spa. Yes, crimp; 'tis a gallant life to be an old lord's pimp-whiskin: but, beware of the porter's lodge, for carrying tales out of the school.*
Nit. What a terrible sight to a libb’d breech is a sow-gelder!
2 Beware of the porter's lodge, &c.] i. e. of the place where punishment was usually inflicted on refractory servants. See Jonson, vol, vii.
Spa. Not so terrible as a cross-tree that never grows, to a wag-halter page.
Nit. Good! witty rascal, thou’rt a Satire, I protest, but that the nymphs' need not fear the evidence of thy mortality:-go, put on a clean bib, and spin amongst the nuns, sing 'em a bawdy song: all the children thou gett’st, shall be christened in wassel-bowls,+ and turned into a college of men-midwives. Farewell, night-mare!
Spa. Very, very well; if I die in thy debt for this, crack-rope, let me be buried in a coal-sack. I'll fit ye, ape's-face! look for't. Nit. [Sings.] And still the urchin would, but
could not do. Spa. Mark the end on't, and laugh at last.
A Room in the House of Livio.
Enter ROMANELLO and CASTAMELA.
Rom. Tell me you cannot love me.
Cast. You importune
3 But that the nymphs.] i. e. except that, &c. This would have called for no notice, had I not ventured to alter the pointing of the former editions, which deprived the passage of all meaning. Ford plays on the similarity of the words satyr and satire.
+ Shall be christened in wassel-bowls.] i. e. in ale or wine, instead of water. Nitido is still jesting with the incapacity of Spadone.
Of commendable parts, and fair deserts,
s Labours to fall into the gulf of riot.] The old copy has guilt, which the whole context shews to be a misprint.
want of love. 'Tis rarely cherish'd with the love of want.] I have adopted the pointing of the old copy, simply because I could not satisfy myself with any new arrangement. It is not easy to guess at the speaker's meaning; she appears to consider poverty and want of love,