Cutter of Coleman-street/Act 2 Scene 1
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Act. 2. Scene 1.
Aurelia.
I see 'tis no small part of policy
To keep some little Spies in an Enemies quarters:
The Parliament had reason———
I would not for five hundred pounds but ha' corrupted my Cousin Lucia's Maid; and yet it costs me nothing but Sack-possets, and Wine, and Sugar when her Mistris is a bed, and tawd'ry Ribbonds, or fine Trimm'd Gloves sometimes, and once I think a pair of Counterfeit Rubie Pendants
That cost me half a Crown. The poor Wench loves
Dy'd Glass like any Indian, for a Diamond Bob I'd have her Madenhead if I were a Man and she a Maid. If her Mistris did but talk in her sleep sometimes o' my conscience she'd sit up all night and watch her, onely to tell me in the morning what she said; 'Tis the prettiest diligent Wretch in her Calling, now she has undertaken't.
Her intelligence just now was very good, and
May be o' consequence; That young Truman is
Stoln up the back way into my Cousin's Chamber.
These are your grave Maids that study Romances, and will be all Mandanas and Cassandras, and never spit but by the Rules of Honor; Oh, here she comes, I hope, with fresh intelligence from the Foes Rendevouz.
To keep some little Spies in an Enemies quarters:
The Parliament had reason———
I would not for five hundred pounds but ha' corrupted my Cousin Lucia's Maid; and yet it costs me nothing but Sack-possets, and Wine, and Sugar when her Mistris is a bed, and tawd'ry Ribbonds, or fine Trimm'd Gloves sometimes, and once I think a pair of Counterfeit Rubie Pendants
That cost me half a Crown. The poor Wench loves
Dy'd Glass like any Indian, for a Diamond Bob I'd have her Madenhead if I were a Man and she a Maid. If her Mistris did but talk in her sleep sometimes o' my conscience she'd sit up all night and watch her, onely to tell me in the morning what she said; 'Tis the prettiest diligent Wretch in her Calling, now she has undertaken't.
Her intelligence just now was very good, and
May be o' consequence; That young Truman is
Stoln up the back way into my Cousin's Chamber.
These are your grave Maids that study Romances, and will be all Mandanas and Cassandras, and never spit but by the Rules of Honor; Oh, here she comes, I hope, with fresh intelligence from the Foes Rendevouz.