The Scornful Lady HTML version
Enter Elder Loveless.
Elder Lo. This senseless woman vexes me to th' heart, she will not from my memory:
would she were a man for one two hours, that I might beat her. If I had been unhansome,
old or jealous, 'thad been an even lay she might have scorn'd me; but to be young, and by
this light I think as proper as the proudest; made as clean, as straight, and strong backt;
means and manners equal with the best cloth of silver Sir i'th' kingdom: But these are
things at some time of the Moon, below the cut of Canvas: sure she has some Meeching
Rascal in her house, some Hind, that she hath seen bear (like another Milo) quarters of
Malt upon his back, and sing with't, Thrash all day, and i'th' evening in his stockings,
strike up a Hornpipe, and there stink two hours, and ne're a whit the worse man; these are
they, these steel chin'd Rascals that undo us all. Would I had been a Carter, or a
Coachman, I had done the deed e're this time.
Ser. Sir, there's a Gentleman without would speak with you.
Elder Lo. Bid him come in.
Wel. By your leave Sir.
Elder Lo. You are welcome, what's your will Sir?
Wel. Have you forgotten me?
Elder Lo. I do not much remember you.
Wel. You must Sir. I am that Gentleman you pleas'd to wrong, in your disguise, I have
inquired you out.
Elder Lo. I was disguised indeed Sir if I wrong'd you, pray where and when?
Wel. In such a Ladies house, I need not name her.
Elder Lo. I do remember you, you seem'd to be a Sutor to that Lady?
Wel. If you remember this, do not forget how scurvily you us'd me: that was no place to
quarrel in, pray you think of it; if you be honest you dare fight with me, without more
urging, else I must provoke ye.