Mistress say you?
Old Woman:
Her own Mistress, her very Mistress, Sir, and all you saw
About and in that house was hers.
Michael Perez:
No Plate, no Jewels, nor no Hangings?
Maid:
Not a farthing, she is poor, Sir, a poor shifting thing.
Michael Perez:
No money?
Old Woman:
Abominable poor, as poor as we are,
Money as rare to her unless she steal it,
But for one civil Gown her Lady gave her,
She may go bare, good Gentlewoman.
Michael Perez:
I am mad now,
I think I am as poor as she, I am wide else,
One civil Sute I have left too, and that's all,
And if she steal that she must fley me for it;
Where does she use?
Old Woman:
You may find truth as soon,
202] Alas, a thousand conceal'd corners, Sir, she lurks in.
And here she gets a fleece, and there another,
And lives in mists and smoaks where none can find her.
Michael Perez:
Is she a Whore too?
Old Woman:
Little better, Gentleman, I dare not say she is so Sir, because
She is yours, Sir, these five years she has firkt
A pretty Living,
Until she came to serve; I fear he will knock my
Brains out for lying.
Michael Perez:
She has serv'd me faithfully,
A Whore and Thief? two excellent moral learnings
In one she-Saint, I hope to see her legend.
Have I been fear'd for my discoveries,
And courted by all Women to conceal 'em?
Have I so long studied the art of this Sex,
And read the warnings to young Gentlemen?
Have I profest to tame the Pride of Ladies,
And make 'em bear all tests, and am I trickt now?
Caught in mine own nooze? here's a royal left yet,
There's for your lodging and your meat for this Week.
A silk Worm lives at a more plentiful ordinary,
And sleeps in a sweeter Box: farewel great Grandmother,
If I do find you were an accessary,
'Tis but the cutting off too smoaky minutes,
I'll hang ye presently.
Old Woman:
And I deserve it, I tell but truth.
Michael Perez:
Not I, I am an Ass, Mother.
[Exeunt.
[Enter the Duke of _Medina_, _Juan de Castro_, _Alonzo_, _Sanchio_,
_Cacafogo_. Attendants.]
Duke of Medina:
A goodly house.
Juan de Castro:
And richly furnisht to
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