The malcontent. By Iohn Marston. 1604

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The malcontent. By Iohn Marston. 1604
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Marston, John, 1575?-1634.
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Printed at London :: By V[alentine] S[immes] for William Aspley, and are to be solde at his shop in Paules Church-yard,
[1604]
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SCENA SECVNDA.

Enter Maleuole in some freeze gowne whilest Bilioso reades his Patent.
Mal.
I cannot sleepe my eyes ill neighbouring lids Will holde no fellowship: O thou pale sober night, Thou that in sluggish fumes all sence doost steepe: Thou that giues all the world full leaue to play, Vnbendst the feebled vaines of sweatie labour; The Gally-slaue, that all the toilesome day, Tugges at his oare against the stubborne waue, Straining his rugged vaines; snores fast: The stooping S•…•…heman that dooth barbe the field, Thou▪ makst winke sure: in night all creatures sleepe, Onely the Malecontent, that gainst his fate, Repines and quarrels, alas hees goodman tell-clock, His sallow •…•…aw-bones sincke with wasting mone, Whilst other•…•… beds are downe, his pillowes stone.
Bili.

Mal uole.

Mal.

Elder of Izrael, thou honest defect of wicked na∣ture and obstinate ignorance, when did thy wife let thee lie with her?

Bili.

I am going Embassadour to Florence.

Mal.

Embassador, now for thy countries honor, preethe doe not put vp Mutton and Porredge i'thy clock bag: thy yong lady wife goes to Florence with thee too do's she not?

Bili.

No, I leaue her at the Pallace.

Mal.

At the Pallace? now discretion shield man, for Gods loue lets ha no more cuckolds, Hymen begins to put of his Saffron robe, keepe thy wife i'the state of grace, hart a truth, I would sooner leaue my lady singled in a Bordello, then in the Genoa pallace, sinne there appearing in her sluttish shape Would soone grow loath some, euen to blushes sence,

Surfet would cloake intemperare appetite, Make the soule sent the rotten breath of lust. When in an Italian lasciuious Pallace, a Lady gardianlesse. Left to the push of all allurement, The strongest incitements to immodestie,

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To haue her bound, incensed with wanton sweetes, Her vaines fild hie with heating delicates,

Soft rest, sweete Musick, amorous Masquerers, lasciuious banquets, sinne it selfe gilt ore, strong phantasie tricking vp strange delights, presenting it dressed pleasingly to sence, sence leading it vnto the soule, confirmed with potent ex∣ample, impudent custome intic'd by that great bawd op∣portunitie, thus being prepar'd, clap to her easie eare, youth in good clothes, well shapt, rich, faire spoken, promi∣sing noble, ardent bloud-full, wittie, flattering, Vlisses absent, O Ith•…•… can chastest Penelope hold out.

Bil.

Masse ile thinke on't farewell.

Exit Bilioso.
Mal.
Farewell, take thy wife with the, farewell, To Florence, um? it may prooue good, it may, And we may once vnmaske our browes.
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