To teach my Horƒe good manners; for this morning,
As I rode to take the ayre, th'untutor'd Iade
Threw me, and kick'd me.
Grac. I thanke him for't.
Afot. What's that?
Grac. I ƒay, Sir, I'le teach him to hold his heeles,
If you will rule your fingers.
Afot. I'le thinke vpon't. 20
Grac. I am bruiƒde to ielly; better be a dogge,
Then ƒlaue to a Foole or Coward.
Afot. Heere's my Mother, Enter Corifca and Zanthia.
Shee is chaƒtiƒing too: How braue we liue!
That haue our ƒlaues to beat, to keepe vs in breath,
When we want exerciƒe.
Corifca. Carelef Careleƒƒe Harlotrie, Striking her. 25 Looke too't, if a Curle fall, or winde, or Sunne,
Take my Complexion off, I will not leaue
One haire vpon thine head.
Grac. Here's a ƒecond ƒhow
Of the Family of pride.
Corifca. Fie on there warres,
I am ƒtaru'd for want of action, not a gameƒter left 30 To keepe a woman play; if this world laƒt A little longer with vs, Ladyes muƒt ƒtudie
Some new found Miƒtery, to coole one another,
Wee ƒhall burne to Cinders elƒe; I haue heard there haue beene
Such Arts in a long vacation; would they were 35 Reueal'd to mee: they haue made my Doctor too Phifitian to the Army, he was vf'de
To ƒerue the turne at a pinch: but I am now
Afot. My Mother in law is ƒure
At her deuotion.
Corifc. There are none but our ƒlaues left, 40 Nor are they to be truƒted; ƒome great women
(Which I could name) in a dearth of Viƒitants,
Rather then be idle, haue beene glad to play
At ƒmall game, but I am fo queaƒie stomack't,