The Whore of Babylon – Act Three, Scene three

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Enter PLAIN DEALING and TRUTH.

 PLAIN DEALING
But how shall I know that art the right Truth?

TRUTH
Because I am not painted.

PLAIN DEALING
Nay, if thou hast no better colour than that, there’s no truth in thee, for I’m sure your fairest wenches are free of the painters.

TRUTH
Besides I am not gorgeous in attire,
But simple, plain, and homely.  In mine eyes
Doves sit, not sparrows; on my modest cheeks
No witching smiles do dwell; upon my tongue
No unchaste language lies; my skins not spotted
With foul disease, as is that common harlot,
That baseborn truth that lives in Babylon.

PLAIN DEALING
Why?  Is she spotted?

TRUTH
All over with strange ugliness, all over.

PLAIN DEALING
Then she has got the pox, and lying at my host Grymcums, since I left her company.  Howsoever it be, thou and I will live honest together on one house, because my court mistress will have it so.  I have been a traveller a great while.  Plain Dealing hath leapt from country to country, till he had scarce a pair of soles to carry him.

TRUTH
Why?  In what countries have you been?

PLAIN DEALING
In more than I had mind to stay in.  I have been amongst the Turks too; the Turks made as much of poor Plain Dealing as those whom we call Christians.

TRUTH
What man is that great Turk?  I never saw him.

PLAIN DEALING
Nor ever shalt.  Why the great Turk is a very little fellow.  I have seen a scurvy little bad paltry Christian has been taken for the greatest Turk there.

TRUTH
Where had you been when now you met with me?

PLAIN DEALING
Looking up and down for thyself.  And yet I lie too, now I remember, I was in the city.  Our mistress would needs have me go thither to see fashions.  I could make an excellent tailor for ladies and gentlemen and fools, for I have seen more fashions there than a picture drawer makes scurvy faces, the first two years of his trade.  Its the maddest circle to conjure in that ever rais’d spirit.

TRUTH
Tell me, good kinsman, what in the city saw you?

PLAIN DEALING
What did I see?  Why I’ll tell thee, cousin, I saw no more conscience in most of your rich men then in tavern faggots, nor no more soberness in poor men than in tavern spigots.  I see that citizens’ fine wives undo their husbands, by their pride, within a year after they are married, and within half a year after they be widows, knights undo them.  They’ll give a hundred pound to be dubb’d ladies, and to ride in a coach, when they have scarce another hundred pound left to keep the horses.  But, cousin Truth, I met in one street a number of men in gowns with papers in their hands.  What are all those?

TRUTH
Oh!  They are the sons of justice.  They are those
That beat the kingdom level, keep it smooth
And without rubs.  They are the poor man’s captain,
The rich man’s soldier, and call’d lawyers.

PLAIN DEALING
Lawyers?  Dost know any of them?

TRUTH
A few.

PLAIN DEALING
I wondered what they were.  I asked one of them if they were going to foot-ball.  “Yes,” said he, “Do you not see those country fellows?  We are against them.”  “And who do you think shall win?” said I.  Said he, “The gowns, the gowns.”

Enter TIME.

 TIME
Follow me, Truth.  Plain Dealing, follow me.                                      [Exit.

PLAIN DEALING
He charges like a constable.  Come, we are his watch.  Follow me?  Is our Time mad?  Oh, brave mad Time!                                                                    [Exeunt.

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