Atheist's Tragedie, The - Act 4, Scene 4
[SCENE IV.]
Enter B ELFOREST and a S ERUANT . Belfo .
Is not my wife come in yet? Seru .
No, my Lord. Belfo .
Me thinkes she's very affectedly enclin'd
To young Sebastian's company o' late.
But jealousie is such a torment that
I am afraid to entertaine it. Yet
The more I shunne by circumstances to meete
Directly with it, the more ground I finde
To circumuent my apprehension. First,
I know sh'as a perpetuall appetite,
Which being so oft encounter'd with a man
Of such a bold luxurious freedome as
Sebastian is, and of so promising
A body, her owne bloud corrupted will
Betray her to temptation.
Enter Fresco closely . Fres .
Precious! I was sent by his Lady to see if her Lord were in bed. I should ha' done't slily without discouery, and now I am blurted upon 'em before I was aware. Belfo .
Know not you the Gentlewoman my wife brought home? Seru .
By sight, my Lord. Her man was here but now. Belfo .
Her man? I, prithee, runne and call him quickly. This villaine! I suspect him euer since I found him hid behind the Tapestry. — — Fresco! th'art welcome, Fresco. — — Leaue us. Dost heare, Fresco? Is not my wife at thy Mistresse's? Fresco .
I know not, my Lord. Belfo .
I prithee tell me, Fresco — — we are priuate — — tell me:
Is not thy Mistresse a good wench? Fres .
How means your Lordship that? A wench o' the trade? Belfo .
Yes faith, Fresco; e'en a wench o' the trade. Fres .
Oh no, my Lord. Those falling diseases cause baldnesse, and my Mistresse recouers the losse of haire, for she is a Periwig-maker. Belfo .
And nothing else? Fres .
Sels Falls and Tyres and Bodies for Ladies, or so. Belfo .
So, Sir; and she helpes my Lady to falles and bodies now and then, does she not? Fres .
At her Ladiship's pleasure, my Lord. Belfo .
Her pleasure, you Rogue? You are the Pandar to her pleasure, you Varlet, are you not? You know the conueyances betweene Sebastian and my wife? Tell me the truth, or by this hand I'll naile thy bosome to the earth. Stirre not you Dogge, but quickly tell the truth. Fres .
O yes! Belfo .
Is not thy Mistresse a Bawde to my wife? Fres .
O yes! Belfo .
And acquainted with her trickes, and her plots, and her deuises? Fresco .
O yes! If any man, 'o Court, Citie, or Countrey, has found my Lady Leuidulcia in bed but my Lord Belforest, it is Sebastian. Belfo .
What dost thou proclaime it? Dost thou crie it, thou villaine? Fresco .
Can you laugh it, my Lord? I thought you meant to proclaime yourselfe cuckold.
Enter the Watch. Belfo .
The Watch met with my wish. I must request th' assistance of your offices.
'Sdeath, stay that villaine: pursue him!
Enter B ELFOREST and a S ERUANT . Belfo .
Is not my wife come in yet? Seru .
No, my Lord. Belfo .
Me thinkes she's very affectedly enclin'd
To young Sebastian's company o' late.
But jealousie is such a torment that
I am afraid to entertaine it. Yet
The more I shunne by circumstances to meete
Directly with it, the more ground I finde
To circumuent my apprehension. First,
I know sh'as a perpetuall appetite,
Which being so oft encounter'd with a man
Of such a bold luxurious freedome as
Sebastian is, and of so promising
A body, her owne bloud corrupted will
Betray her to temptation.
Enter Fresco closely . Fres .
Precious! I was sent by his Lady to see if her Lord were in bed. I should ha' done't slily without discouery, and now I am blurted upon 'em before I was aware. Belfo .
Know not you the Gentlewoman my wife brought home? Seru .
By sight, my Lord. Her man was here but now. Belfo .
Her man? I, prithee, runne and call him quickly. This villaine! I suspect him euer since I found him hid behind the Tapestry. — — Fresco! th'art welcome, Fresco. — — Leaue us. Dost heare, Fresco? Is not my wife at thy Mistresse's? Fresco .
I know not, my Lord. Belfo .
I prithee tell me, Fresco — — we are priuate — — tell me:
Is not thy Mistresse a good wench? Fres .
How means your Lordship that? A wench o' the trade? Belfo .
Yes faith, Fresco; e'en a wench o' the trade. Fres .
Oh no, my Lord. Those falling diseases cause baldnesse, and my Mistresse recouers the losse of haire, for she is a Periwig-maker. Belfo .
And nothing else? Fres .
Sels Falls and Tyres and Bodies for Ladies, or so. Belfo .
So, Sir; and she helpes my Lady to falles and bodies now and then, does she not? Fres .
At her Ladiship's pleasure, my Lord. Belfo .
Her pleasure, you Rogue? You are the Pandar to her pleasure, you Varlet, are you not? You know the conueyances betweene Sebastian and my wife? Tell me the truth, or by this hand I'll naile thy bosome to the earth. Stirre not you Dogge, but quickly tell the truth. Fres .
O yes! Belfo .
Is not thy Mistresse a Bawde to my wife? Fres .
O yes! Belfo .
And acquainted with her trickes, and her plots, and her deuises? Fresco .
O yes! If any man, 'o Court, Citie, or Countrey, has found my Lady Leuidulcia in bed but my Lord Belforest, it is Sebastian. Belfo .
What dost thou proclaime it? Dost thou crie it, thou villaine? Fresco .
Can you laugh it, my Lord? I thought you meant to proclaime yourselfe cuckold.
Enter the Watch. Belfo .
The Watch met with my wish. I must request th' assistance of your offices.
'Sdeath, stay that villaine: pursue him!
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