{"product_id":"2940149391271","title":"The Lady of Pleasure (Illustrated)","description":"Stew. Be patient Madam, you may have your pleasure.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAre. Tis that I came to towne for, I wo'd not\u003cbr\u003eEndure againe the countrey conversation,\u003cbr\u003eTo be the Lady of sixe shires I the men\u003cbr\u003eSo neare the Primitive making, they retaine\u003cbr\u003eA sence of nothing but the earth, their braines\u003cbr\u003eAnd barren heads standing as much in want\u003cbr\u003eOf plowing as their ground, to heare a fellow\u003cbr\u003eMake himselfe merry and his horse with whisteling\u003cbr\u003eSellingers round, to observe with what solemnitie\u003cbr\u003eThey keepe their Wakes, and throw for pewter Candlestickes,\u003cbr\u003eHow they become the Morris, whith whose bells\u003cbr\u003eThey ring all into Whitson Ales, and sweate,\u003cbr\u003eThrough twenty Scarffes and Napkins, till the Hobbyhorse\u003cbr\u003eTire, and the maide Marrian dissolv'd to a gelly,\u003cbr\u003eBe kept for spoone meate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSte. These with your pardon are no Argument\u003cbr\u003eTo make the country life appeare so hatefull,\u003cbr\u003eAt least to your particular, who enjoy'd\u003cbr\u003eA blessing in that calme; would you be pleasd\u003cbr\u003eTo thinke so, and the pleasure of a kingdome,\u003cbr\u003eWhile your owne will commanded what should move\u003cbr\u003eDelight, your husbands love and power joyned\u003cbr\u003eTo give your life more harmony, you liv'd there,\u003cbr\u003eSecure and innocent, beloved of all,\u003cbr\u003ePraisd for your hospitality, and praid for,\u003cbr\u003eYou might be envied, but malice knew\u003cbr\u003eNot where you dwelt, I wo'd not prophecy\u003cbr\u003eBut leave to your owne apprehension\u003cbr\u003eWhat may succeede your change.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAre. You doe imagine,\u003cbr\u003eNo doubt, you have talk'd wisely, and confuted,\u003cbr\u003eLondon past all defence, your Master should\u003cbr\u003eDoe well to send you backe into the countrie,\u003cbr\u003eWith title of Superintendent Baylie.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSte. How Madam.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAre. Even so sir.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSte. I am a Gentleman though now your servant.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAre. A country-gentleman,\u003cbr\u003eBy your affection to converse with stuble,\u003cbr\u003eHis tenants will advance your wit, and plumpe it so\u003cbr\u003eWith beefe and bag-pudding.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSte. You may say your pleasure,\u003cbr\u003eIt becomes not me dispute.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAre. Complaine to the Lord of the soyle your master.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSte. Y'are a woman of an ungovern'd passion, and I pitty you.\u003cbr\u003eEnter Sir Thomas Bornwell.\u003cbr\u003eBor. How how? Whats the matter?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSte. Nothing Sir.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBor. Angry sweeteheart?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAre. I am angry with my selfe,\u003cbr\u003eTo be so miserably restrained in things,\u003cbr\u003eWherein it doth concern your love and honour\u003cbr\u003eTo see me satisfied.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBor. In what Aretina?\u003cbr\u003eDost thou accuse me? have I not obeyd\u003cbr\u003eAll thy desires, against mine owne opinion,\u003cbr\u003eQuitted the countrie, and removed the hope\u003cbr\u003eOf our returne, by sale of that faire Lordship\u003cbr\u003eWe liv'd in, chang'd a calme and retire life\u003cbr\u003eFor this wild towne, composd of noise and charge.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAre. What charge more than is necessarie,\u003cbr\u003eFor a lady of my birth and education?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBor. I am not Ignorant, how much Nobilitie\u003cbr\u003eFlowes in your bloud, your kinsmen great and powerfull,\u003cbr\u003eI'th State, but with this lose not your memory\u003cbr\u003eOf being my wife, I shall be studious\u003cbr\u003eMadam to give the dignitie of your birth\u003cbr\u003eAll the best ornaments which become my fortune\u003cbr\u003eBut would not flatter it, to ruine both,\u003cbr\u003eAnd be the fable of the towne, to teach\u003cbr\u003eOther men losse of wit by mine, emploid\u003cbr\u003eTo serve your vast expences. Are. Am I then\u003cbr\u003eBrought in the ballance? so Sir. Bo. Though you weigh\u003cbr\u003eMe in a partiall scale my heart is honest,\u003cbr\u003eAnd must take libertie to thinke you have\u003cbr\u003eObeyed no modest counsell to effect,\u003cbr\u003eNay study wayes of pride and costly ceremony,\u003cbr\u003eYour change of gaudy furniture and pictures,\u003cbr\u003eOf this Italian Master, and that Dutchmans.\u003cbr\u003eYour mighty looking-glasses like Artillery;\u003cbr\u003eBrought whom on Engins the superfluous plate,\u003cbr\u003eAnticke and novell, vanities of fires,\u003cbr\u003eFourescore pound suppers for my Lord your kinsman,\u003cbr\u003eBanquets for tother Lady, aunt, and cozens,\u003cbr\u003eAnd perfumes that exceede all traine of servants,\u003cbr\u003eTo stifle us at home and shew abroad\u003cbr\u003eMore motley than the French, or the Venetian,\u003cbr\u003eAbout your Coach whose rude Postillion\u003cbr\u003eMust pester every narrow lane, till passengers\u003cbr\u003eAnd tradsmen curse your choaking up their stalls;\u003cbr\u003eAnd common cries pursue your Ladiship,\u003cbr\u003eFor hindring o'their market. Are. Have you done sir.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBor. I could accuse the gayetie of your wardrobe,\u003cbr\u003eAnd prodigall embroderies under which\u003cbr\u003eRich Sattens, Plushes, cloath of Silver, dare\u003cbr\u003eNot shew their owne complexions, your jewells\u003cbr\u003eAble to burne out the Spectators eyes,\u003cbr\u003eAnd shew like Bonefires on you by the tapers,\u003cbr\u003eSomething might here be spar'd, which safely of\u003cbr\u003eYour birth and honour, since the truest wealth,\u003cbr\u003eShines from the soule, and drawes up just admirers,\u003cbr\u003eI could urge something more: Are. Pray doe I like\u003cbr\u003eYour homilie of thrifte. Bo. I could wish Madam\u003cbr\u003eYou would not game so much. Are. A gamster too?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBor. 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