Clowne.  Marry qothe hee.  So I may happen to bringe it awaye in my nose.  Well I smell some bawdy business or other in hand.  They call this place Marcellis Roade, the cheiff haven towne in France, but hee keepes a road[50] in his oune howse wherein have ridd and bin ridd more leakinge vessayles, more panderly pinks,[51] pimps and punkes, more rotten bottoms ballanst, more fly-boates[52] laden and unladen every morninge and evenning tyde then weare able to fill the huge greate baye of Portingall.  Is this all, syr?

Raphael.  Yes all, and heares the somme.

Clowne.  A small somme of that is worthe all the busines that I am sent about, for the all in all on’t is I am afrayde that all will proove woorthe nothinge.

Treadway.  And yet mee thinkes ere folly you conclude You should a little stagger.

Raphael.  Should? wherein?

Treadway.  For many reasons:  Il alleadge som fewe. 
Who knwes but this your fayre and seeminge saynt,
Thoughe disposd well and in her owne condition
Of promisinge goodnes, yet livinge in the seminary
Of all libidinous actions, spectars, sights,
Even in the open market where sinne’s sould
Where lust and all uncleanes are commerst
As freely as comodityes are vended
Amongst the noblest marchants,—­who I saye
So confident that dare presume a virgin
Of such a soft and maiden temperature,
Deyly and howerly still sollicited
By gallants of all nations, all degrees,
Allmost all ages, even from upright youth
To the stoopinge and decrepitt—­

Raphael.  Heare mee nowe.

Treadway.  Two woords and I have doone:  the place considered,
The basenes of the person under whome
Shee lyves opprest, a slave of sordid lyfe,
Conditiond with the devill, temptinge still
Sometymes by fayre means, then againe by foul,
To prostitute her for his servyle gaynes;
And next the dissolute crewe with which shees hows’d
Ech night, ech deye perswedinge boathe with toonge
And lewde example; all these circonstances
Duly considered, I shoold dowbt at least,
If not presume, the woorst.

Raphael.  Oh you have pleasd mee,
And in proposinge all these difficultyes
Given of her graces ample testimony. 
Shee is that miracle, that only one
That cann doo these; wear’t comon in the sexe
Twold not appeare to mee so admirable;
It is for these I love her.

Treadway.  You are resolvd And I’l not staye your purpose.

    Enter the Clowne with Mildewe and Sarleboys his
    guest and frende.

Clowne.  I have brought this flesh-fly whome as soone as the butchers wyves sawe comminge throwghe the shambles, they all of them stood with theire flapps in theire hands like fanns.  I, demandinge the reason itt was answerd me againe itt was to keepe away his infectious breath least it should fill theire meate with fly-blowes.