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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="1">
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<P>WIT WITH|OVT MONEY.</P>
<P>A COMEDIE, As it hath beene Pre&s;ented with good Applau&s;e at the private hou&s;e in <HI>Drurie Lane,</HI> by her Maje&s;ties Servants.</P>
<P>Written by
<LIST>
<ITEM><HI>Francis Beamount,</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>and <HI>John Flecher.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST> Gent.</P>
<P><HI>LONDON</HI> Printed by <HI>Thomas Cotes,</HI> for <HI>Andrew Crooke,</HI> and <HI>William Cooke.</HI> 1639.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>The Actors names.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<ITEM><HI>VAllentine,</HI> a Gallant that will not bee per|&s;waded to keepe his estate.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Fran&s;ci&s;co,</HI> his younger brother.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Master <HI>Lovegood</HI> their &V;ncle.</ITEM>
<ITEM>A <HI>Merchant,</HI> friend to Ma&s;ter <HI>Lovegood.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Fountaine,</HI> companions of <HI>Vallentine,</HI> and &s;u|tors to the <HI>Widdow.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Bellamore,</HI> companions of <HI>Vallentine,</HI> and &s;u|tors to the <HI>Widdow.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Harebraine,</HI> companions of <HI>Vallentine,</HI> and &s;u|tors to the <HI>Widdow.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Lance</HI> a Faulkoner, and an ancient &s;ervant to <HI>Val|lentines</HI> Father.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Shortho&s;e</HI> the clowne, &amp; &s;ervant to the <HI>Widdow</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Roger, Ralph, &amp; Humphrey,</HI> three &s;ervants to the <HI>Widdow.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Three Servants. Mu&s;itians.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Lady Hartwell</HI> a Widdow.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>I&s;abell</HI> her Si&s;ter.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Luce</HI> a waiting Gentlewoman to the Widdow.</ITEM>
</LIST>
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<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>WIT WITH|OVT MONEY.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD><HI>Actus</HI> 1.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>Scaena</HI> 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Vncle and Merchant.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Merchant.</SPEAKER>
<P>_WHen &s;aw you <HI>&V;allentine.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;ncle.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;ince the Hor&s;erace, he's taken up with tho&s;e that wooe the Widdow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>How can he live by &s;natches from &s;uch people, he bore a worthy minde.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, he's &s;unke, his meanes are gone, he wants, and which is wor&s;e,</P>
<P>Takes a delight in doing &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thats &s;trange.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Runs Lunaticke, if you but talk of &s;tates, he cannot be brought now he has &s;pent his owne, to thinke theres inheri|tance, or meanes, but all a common riches, all men bound to be his Bailiffes:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is &s;omething dangerous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Gent. that has e&s;tate to u&s;e, it in keeping hou&s;e, or followers, for tho&s;e wayes he cries again&s;t, for eating &s;ins, dull &s;urfets, cramming of &s;erving men, mu&s;tering of beggers, main|taine ho&s;pitals for Kites, and curs, grounding their fat faithes upon old Countrey proverbes, God ble&s;&s;e the founders; the&s;e
<PB REF="3"> he would have vented into more manly u&s;es, Wit and carri|age, and never thinkes of &s;tate, or meanes, the ground workes: holding it mon&s;trous, men &s;hould feed their bodies, and &s;tarve their under&s;tandings.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thats mo&s;t certaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, if he could &s;tay there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why let him marry, and that way ri&s;e againe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Its mo&s;t impo&s;&s;ible, he will not looke with any han|&s;omene&s;&s;e upon a woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is he &s;o &s;trange to women.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not what it is, a fooli&s;h glory he has got, I know not where, to balke tho&s;e benefits, and yet he will con|ver&s;e and flatter um, make um, or faire, or foule, rugged, or &s;mooth, as his impre&s;&s;ion &s;erves, for he affirmes, they are one|ly lumps, and undige&s;ted peeces, lickt over to a forme, by our affections, and then they &s;how; The lovers let um pa&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Fount. Bella. Haire.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>He might be one, he carries as much promi&s;e; they are wondrous merry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>O their hopes are high &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is <HI>Vallentine</HI> come to Towne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bella.</SPEAKER>
<P>La&s;t night I heard.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fou.</SPEAKER>
<P>We mi&s;&s;e him mon&s;trou&s;ly in our directions, for this Widdow, is as &s;tately, and as crafty, and &s;tands I warrant you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Haire.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let her &s;tand &s;ure, &s;he falls before us el&s;e, come lets goe &s;eeke <HI>Vallentine.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Widdow &s;eemes a gallant:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>A goodly woman, and to her han&s;omne&s;&s;e &s;he beares her &s;tate, re&s;erved, and great Fortune has made her Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e of a full meanes, and well &s;he knowes to u&s;e it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would <HI>&V;allentine</HI> had her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Theres no hope of that Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>A that condition, he had his morgage in againe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would he had.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Seeke meanes, and &s;ee what Ile doe, however let the money be paid in, I never &s;ought a Gentlemans undoing, nor eate the bread of other mens vexations, the morgage &s;hall be rendred backe, take time fort, you told me of another brother:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="3">
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes &s;ir, more mi&s;erable then he, for he has eate him, and drunke him up, a hand&s;ome Gentleman, and a fine Schol|ler.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter three tennants.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>What are the&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>The tennants, th'ie doe what they can,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is well prepared, be earne&s;t hone&s;t friends and loud upon him, he is deafe to his owne good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>We meane to tell him part of our mindes ant plea&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe, and doe it home, and in what my care may helpe, or my per&s;wa&s;ions when we meete next.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe but per&s;wade him fairely; and for your money, mine, and the&s;e mens thankes too, and what we can be able:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yare mo&s;t hone&s;t, you &s;hall finde me no le&s;&s;e, and &s;o I leave you, pro&s;per your bu&s;ine&s;&s;e my friends. <STAGE>Exit Merchant</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray heaven it may &s;ir:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay if hee will be mad, Ile be mad with him, and tell him that Ile not &s;pare him, his Father kept good meate, good drinke, good fellowes, good hawkes, good hounds, and bid his neighbours welcome; kept him too, and &s;upplyed his prodigality, yet kept his &s;tate &s;till, mu&s;t wee turne Tennants now, after we have lived under the race of Gentry, and main|taind good yeomantry, to &s;ome of the City, to a great &s;houlder of Mutton, and a Cu&s;tard, and have our &s;tate turned into Cab|bidge Gardens, mu&s;t it be &s;o:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t be milder to him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thats as he makes his game:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Intreate him lovingly, and make him feele:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile pinch him to the bones el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vallen.</SPEAKER>
<P><STAGE>Within.</STAGE> And tell the Gentleman, Ile be with him pre&s;ently, &s;ay I want money too, I mu&s;t not faile boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Youle want clothes, I hope.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter &V;allentine:</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vall.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bid the young Courtier repaire to me anon, Ile reade to him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>He comes, be diligent, but not too rugged, &s;tart him, but afright him not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vall.</SPEAKER>
<P>Phew are you there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="4">
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>We come to &s;ee you Nephew, be not angry;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why doe you dogge me thus, with the&s;e &s;trange peo|ple, why all the world &s;hall never make me rich more, nor ma&s;ter of the&s;e troubles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tennants.</SPEAKER>
<P>We be&s;eech you for our poore childrens &s;ake.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who bid you get um: have you not thra&s;hing worke enough, but children mu&s;t be baugd out oth' &s;heafe too, other men with all their delicates, and healthfull diets, can get but winde egges: you with a clove of garlicke a peece of chee&s;e would breake a &s;aw, and &s;owre milke, and I mu&s;t maintaine the&s;e tumblers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>You ought to maintaine us, wee have maintained you, and when you &s;lept provided for you; who bought the &s;ilke you weare, I thinke our labours; reckon, youle find it &s;o: who found your hor&s;es perpetuall pots of ale, maintain'd your Tavernes, and who extold you in the halfe crowne boxes, where you might &s;it and mu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1+ letters">er all the beauties, wee had no band in the&s;e, no we are puppies:</P>
<P>Your tennants ba&s;e vexations.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;all.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Had you Land, and hone&s;t men to &s;erve your pur|po&s;es, hone&s;t, and faithfull, and will you run away from um, betray your &s;elfe, and your poore tribe to mi&s;ery; morgage all us, like old cloakes; where will you hunt next you had a thou|&s;and acres, faire and open: The Kings bench is enclo&s;ed, thers no good riding, the Cou<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ter is full of thornes and brakes, take heed &s;ir, and bogges, youle quickly finde what broth they're made of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yare &s;hort and pithie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance</SPEAKER>
<P>They &s;ay yare a fine Gentleman, and excellent judg|ment, they report you have a wit; keepe your &s;elfe out oth raine and take your Cloake with you, which by interpretati|on is your &s;tate &s;ir or I &s;hall thinke your fame belyed you, you have money and may have meanes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>I prethee leave prating, does my good lye within thy braine to further, or my undoing in thy pitty: goe, goe, get you home, there whi&s;tle to your hor&s;es, and let them edi|fie, away, &s;ow hempe, and hang your &s;elves withall, what
<PB REF="4"> am I to you, or you to me; am I your Landlord puppies?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is uncivill.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>More unmercifull you, to vex me with the&s;e bacon broth and puddings, they are the walking &s;hapes of all my &s;orrowes:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3. <HI>Tennants.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Your Fathers Wor&s;hip, would have u&s;ed us better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Fathers wor&s;hip, was a foole.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hey, hey boyes, old <HI>Vallentine</HI> ifaith, the old boy &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fie Co&s;en.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>I meane be&s;otted to his &s;tate, he had never left mee the mi&s;ery of &s;o much meanes el&s;e, which till I &s;old was a meere meagrome to me: If you will talke, turne out the&s;e tenements, they are as killing to my nature Vncle, as water to a feaver.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>We will goe, but it is like Rammes to come againe the &s;tronger, and you &s;hall keepe your &s;tate:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou lye&s;t, I will not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweete &s;ir, thou lye&s;t, thou &s;halt, and &s;o good mor|row. <STAGE>Exeunt Tennants.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>This was my man, and of a noble breeding, now to your bu&s;ine&s;&s;e Vncle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>To your &s;tate then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val,</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis gone, and I am glad on't, name it no more, tis that I pray again&s;t, and heaven has heard mee, I tell you &s;ir, I am more fearefull of it, I meane of thinking of more lands, or li|vings, then &s;ickely men are travelling a Sundaies, for being queld with Carryers out upont <HI>caveat emptor,</HI> let the foole out &s;weat it that thinkes he has got a catch out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is madne&s;&s;e to be a willfull begger.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am mad then and &s;o I meane to be, will that content you, how bravely now I live, how jocund, how neare the fir&s;t inheritance, without feares, how free from title trou|bles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>And from meanes too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meanes, why all good men's my meanes, my wits my plow, the Townes my &s;tock, Tavernes my &s;tanding hou&s;e, and all the world knowes theres no want, all Gentlemen that
<PB REF="5"> love &s;ociety, love me; all pur&s;es that wit and plea&s;ure opens, are my Tennants; every mans clothes fit me, the next faire lodging, is but my next remoove, and when I plea&s;e to re|moove; and when I plea&s;e to be more eminent, and take the aire, a peece, is levied, and a Coach prepared, and I goe I care not whether, what neede &s;tate here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>But &s;ay the&s;e meanes were hone&s;t, will they la&s;t &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Far longer then your jerkin, and weare fairer, &s;hould I take ought of you, tis true, I begd now, or which is wor&s;e then that, I &s;tole a kindne&s;&s;e, and which is wor&s;t of all, I lo&s;t my way int, your mindes enclo&s;ed, nothing lies open nobly, your very thoughts are hid, that worke on nothing but dai|ly &s;weate, and trouble: were my way &s;o full of dirt as this, tis true I &s;hifted; are my acquaintance Gra&s;iers: but &s;ir, know no man that I am allyed too, in my living, but makes it equal, whether his owne u&s;e, or my nece&s;&s;ity pull fir&s;t, nor is this forc'd, but the meere quallity and poy&s;ure of goodne&s;&s;e, and doe you thinke I venter nothing equall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>You po&s;e me Co&s;en.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whats my knowledge Vncle, i&s;t not worth money, whats my under&s;tanding, my travell, reading, wit, all the&s;e di|ge&s;ted, my daily making men, &s;ome to &s;peake, that too much flegme had frozen up, &s;ome other that &s;poke too much to hold their peace, and put their tongues to pen&s;ions, &s;ome to weare their clothes, and &s;ome to keepe um, the&s;e are nothing Vncle; be&s;ides the&s;e wayes, to teach the way of nature, a manly love, community to all that are de&s;ervers, not examining how much, or whats done for them, tis wicked, and &s;uch a one like you, chewes his thoughts double, making um onely food for his repentance.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter two &s;ervants.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ser.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>This cloake and hat &s;ir, and my Ma&s;ters love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Commend's to thy Ma&s;ter, and take that, and leave um at my lodging.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ser.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall doe it &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>I doe not thinke of the&s;e things:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ser.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Plea&s;e you &s;ir, I have gold here for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give it me, drinke that and commend me to thy Ma|&s;ter;
<PB REF="5"> looke you Vncle, doe I begge the&s;e:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>No &s;ure tis your worth &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis like enough, but pray &s;atisfie me~, are not the&s;e wayes as hone&s;t as per&s;ecuting the &s;tarved inheritance, with mu&s;ty Corne, the very rats were faine to run away from, or &s;elling rotten wood by the pound, like &s;pices, which Gentle|men doe after burne byth ounces, doe not I know your way of feeding bea&s;ts, with graines, and windy &s;tuffe, to blow up butchers, your racking pa&s;tures, that have eaten up as many &s;inging Shepherds, and their i&s;&s;ues, as <HI>Andeluria</HI> breedes; the&s;e are authentique, I tell you &s;ir, I would not change wayes with you, unle&s;&s;e it were to &s;ell your &s;tate, that houre, and if it were po&s;&s;ible to &s;pend it then too, for all your Beanes in <HI>Rumnillo,</HI> now you know me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would you knew your &s;elfe, but &s;ince you are growne &s;uch a &s;trange enemy, to all that fits you, give mee leave to make your brothers fortune.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>How?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>From your morgage, which yet you may recover, Ile finde the meanes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray &s;ave your labour &s;ir, my brother and my &s;elfe, will runne one fortune, and I thinke what I hold a meere vexation, cannot be &s;afe from him, I love him better, he has wit at will, the world has meanes, hee &s;hall live without this tricke of &s;tate, we are heires both, and all the world before us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>My la&s;t offer, and then I am gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>What i&s;t, and then Ile an&s;wer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>What thinke you of a Wife yet to re&s;tore you, and tell me &s;eriou&s;ly without the&s;e trifles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you can finde one, that can plea&s;e my fancy, you &s;hall not finde me &s;tubborne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Speake your woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>One without eyes, that is &s;elfe commendations, for when they finde they are han&s;ome, they are unhol&s;ome, one without eares, not giving time to flatterers, for &s;hee that heares her &s;elfe commended, wavers, and points men out a way to make um wicked, one without &s;ub&s;tance of her &s;elfe,
<PB REF="6"> that woman without the plea&s;ure of her life, thats wanton, though &s;he be young, forgetting it, though faire, making her gla&s;&s;e the eyes of hone&s;t men, not her owne admiration, all her ends obedience all her houres new ble&s;&s;ings, if there may be &s;uch a woman:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes there may be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>And without &s;tate too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are di&s;po&s;ed to trifle, well, fare you well &s;ir, when you want me next, youle &s;eeke me out a better &s;ence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewell Vncle, and as you love your e&s;tate, let not me heare on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc,</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>It &s;hall not trouble you, Ile watch him &s;till,</L>
<L>And when his friends fall of, then bend his will. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></L>
</LG>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter I&s;abella, and Luce.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know the cau&s;e of all this &s;adne&s;&s;e now, your &s;i&s;ter has ingro&s;t all the brave lovers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shee has wherewithall, much good may doe her, pre|thee &s;peake &s;oftly, we are open to mens eares:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Feare not, we are &s;afe, we may &s;ee all that pa&s;&s;e, heare all, and make our &s;elves merry with their language, and yet &s;tand undi&s;covered, bee not melancholly, you are as faire as &s;hee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who I, I thanke you, I am as ha&s;te ordain'd mee, a thing &s;lubberd, my &s;i&s;ter is a goodly portly Lady, a woman of a pre&s;ence, &s;he &s;preads &s;atten, as the Kings &s;hips doe can|vas, every where &s;he may &s;pare me her mi&s;en, and her bon|nets &s;trike her maine petticoate, and yet out&s;aile me, I am a Carvell to her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>But a tight one:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>She is excellent, well built too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>And yet &s;hees old.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shee never &s;aw above one voyage <HI>Luce,</HI> and credit me after another, her hull will &s;erve againe, and a right good Merchant, &s;hee plaies and &s;ings too, dances and di&s;cour&s;es, comes very neere e&s;&s;aies a pretty poet, begins to piddle with Phylo&s;ophie, a &s;ubtill Chimicke wench, and can extract the &s;pirit of mens e&s;tates, &s;he has the light before her, and cannot mi&s;&s;e her choice, for me tis rea&s;on, I waite my meane fortune.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="6">
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are &s;o ba&s;hfull.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is not at fir&s;t word up and ride, thou art co&s;end, that would &s;hew mad I faith, be&s;ides, wee lo&s;e the meane part of our polliticke government, if we become provokers, then wee are faire, and fit for mens imbraces, when like townes, they lie before us ages, yet not carried, hold out their &s;tronge&s;t batteries, then compound too with the lo&s;&s;e of honour, and march oft with our faire wedding: Colours flying, who are the&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Franc. and Lance.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not, nor I care not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prethee peace then, a well bult Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>But poorely thatcht.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Has he devoured you too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Has gulped me downe <HI>Lance.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Left you no meanes to &s;tudy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a farthing: di&s;patcht my poore annuity I thanke him, heres all the hope I have left, one bare ten &s;hillings.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are fit for great mens &s;ervices.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am fit, but who'le take me, thus mens mi&s;eries are now accounted &s;taines in their natures, I have travelled, and I have &s;tudyed long, ob&s;erved all kingdomes, know all the pro|mi&s;es of Art and manners, yet that I am not bold, nor cannot flatter, I &s;hall not thrive, all the&s;e are but vaine Studies, art thou &s;o rich as to get me a lodging <HI>Lance.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile &s;ell the titles of my hou&s;e el&s;e, my Hor&s;e, my Hawke, nay 's death Ile pawne my wife: Oh Mr. <HI>Francis,</HI> that I &s;hould &s;ee your Fathers hou&s;e fall thus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>An hone&s;t fellow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Fathers hou&s;e, that fed me, that bred up all my name.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>A gratefull fellow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>And fall by.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace, I know you are angry <HI>Lance,</HI> but I mu&s;t not heare with whom, he is my brother, &amp; though you hold him &s;light, my mo&s;t deare brother: A gentleman excepting &s;ome few rubbes, he were too excellent to live here el&s;e, fraughted as deepe with noble and brave parts, i&s;&s;ues of a noble and manly &s;pirit as any he a live, I mu&s;t not heare you, though I
<PB REF="7"> am mi&s;erable, and he made me &s;o, yet &s;till he is my brother, &s;till I love him, and to that tye of blood linke my affections.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>A noble nature, do&s;t thou know him <HI>Luce?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>J&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou &s;houlde&s;t ever know &s;uch good men, what a faire body and a mind, are married there together; did he not &s;ay he wanted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whats that to you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis true, but tis great pitty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;he changes, ten thou&s;and more than he, as hand&s;ome men too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis like enough, but as I live, this Gentleman a|mong ten thou&s;and thou&s;and, is there no knowing him; why &s;hould he want? fellowes of no merit, &s;light and puft &s;oules, that walke like &s;hadowes, by leaving no print of what they are, or poi&s;e, let them complaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Her colour changes &s;trangely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ah.</SPEAKER>
<P>This man was made, to mark his wants to waken us, alas poore Gentleman, but will that fledge him, keepe him from cold, beleeve me he is well bred, and cannot be but of a noble linnage, mark him, and marke him well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Is a han&s;ome man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>The &s;weetne&s;&s;e of his &s;uffrance &s;ets him off, O <HI>Luce,</HI> but whether goe I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>You cannot hide it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would he had what I can &s;pare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis charitable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come &s;ir, Ile &s;ee you lodged, you have tied my tongue fa&s;t, Ile &s;teale before you want, tis but a hanging.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thats a good fellow too, an hone&s;t fellow, why, this would move a &s;tone, I mu&s;t needes know; but that &s;ome other time. <STAGE>Exit Lance. and Fran.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is the winde there? that makes for me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, I forgot a bu&s;ine&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<PB REF="7">
<HEAD><HI>Actus</HI> 2.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>Scaena</HI> 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Widdow and Luce.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>MY &s;i&s;ter, and a woman of &s;o ba&s;e a pitty, what was the fellow?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why an ordinary man Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Poore?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Poore enough, and no man knowes from whence neither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wed.</SPEAKER>
<P>What could &s;he &s;ee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Onely his mi&s;ery, for el&s;e &s;he might behold a hun|dred hand&s;umer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did &s;he change much.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Extreamely, when he &s;poke, and then her pitty like an Orator, I feare her love framed &s;uch a commendation, and followed it &s;o farre, as made me wonder.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is &s;he &s;o hot, or &s;uch a want of lovers, that &s;hee mu&s;t doate upon afflictions: why do's &s;hee not goe romage all the Pri&s;ons, and there be&s;tow her youth, bewray her wanton|ne&s;&s;e, and flie her honour, common both to beggery; did &s;he &s;peake to him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, hee &s;aw us not, but ever &s;ince, &s;he hath beene mainely troubled.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was he young?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes young enough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>And looked he like a gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Like &s;uch a Gentleman, would pawne ten oathes for twelve pence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>My &s;i&s;ter, and &s;inke ba&s;ely; this mu&s;t not be, do's &s;he u&s;e meanes to know him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Madam, and has employed a Squire called <HI>Shortho&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>O thats a precious Knave, keepe all this private, but &s;till be neere her lodging; <HI>Luce</HI> what you can gather by any meanes, let me under&s;tand, Ile &s;toppe her heate, and turne her charitie another way, to ble&s;&s;e her &s;elfe fir&s;t, be &s;till clo&s;e to
<PB REF="8"> her Councells, a begger and a &s;tranger, theres a ble&s;&s;ed|ne&s;&s;e, Ile none of that, I have a toy yet &s;i&s;ter, &s;hall tell you this is foule, and make you find it, and for your paines take you the la&s;t gowne I wore, this makes me mad, but I &s;hall force a remedy.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Fountaine, Bellamore, Harebraine, &V;allentine.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirra, we have &s;o lookt thee, and long'd for thee, this Widdow is the &s;trange&s;t thing, the &s;tatelie&s;t, and &s;tands &s;o much upon her excellencies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bella.</SPEAKER>
<P>She has put us off this moneth now, for an an&s;wer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>No man mu&s;t vi&s;it her, nor looke upon her, not &s;ay good morrow nor good even, till thats pa&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vall.</SPEAKER>
<P>She has found what dough you are made of, and &s;o kneads you, are you good at nothing, but the&s;e aftergames, I have told you often enough what things they are, what precious things, the&s;e widdowes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>If we had um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why the devill has not craft enough to woe um, there be three kindes of fooles, marke this note gentlemen, marke it, and under&s;tand it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, goe forward.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>An Innocent, a Knave foole, a foole politicke: the la&s;t of which are lovers, widdow lovers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bella.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you allow no Fortune?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>No &s;uch blind one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>We gave you rea&s;ons, why twas needfull for us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>As you are tho&s;e fooles, I did allow tho&s;e rea&s;ons, but as my Schollers and companions damn'd um, doe you know what it is to wooe a widdow, an&s;wer me coolely now, and under&s;tandingly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why to lie with her, and to enjoy her wealth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why there you are fooles &s;till, craftie to catch your &s;elves, pure polliticke fooles, I lookt for &s;uch an an&s;wer, once more heare me, it is to wed a widdow, to be doubted mainely, whether the &s;tate you have be yours or no, are tho&s;e old bootes you ride in, marke me, widdowes are long extents in Law upon newes, livings upon their bodies winding-&s;heetes, they that enjoy um, lie but with dead mens monu|ments, and beget onely their owne ill Epitaphs, Is not this
<PB REF="8"> plaine now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bel.</SPEAKER>
<P>Plaine &s;poken.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>And plaine truth, but if you'le needes doe things of danger, doe but loo&s;e your &s;elves, not any part concernes your under&s;tandings, for then you are Meacockes, fooles, and mi&s;erable, march of a maine, within an inch of a Fircug, turne me oth' toe like a Weathercocke, kill every day a Sergeant for a twelve moneth, robbe the Exchequor, and burne all the roules, and the&s;e will make a &s;hew.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>And the&s;e are trifles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Con&s;idered to a Widdow, e~mptie nothing, for here you venture but your per&s;ons, there the varni&s;h of your per|&s;ons, your di&s;cretions, why tis a mon&s;trous thing to marry at all, e&s;pecially as now tis made, me thinkes a man, an under|&s;tanding man, is more wi&s;e to me, and of a nobler tie, than all the&s;e trinkets, what doe we get by women, but our &s;en&s;es, which is the ranke&s;t part about us &s;atisfied, and when thats done what are we? Cre&s;t falne cowards, what benefite can children be, but charges and di&s;obedience, whats the love they render at one and twentie yeares; I pray die father; when they are young, they are like bells rung backwards, nothing but noi&s;e, and giddine&s;&s;e, and come to yeares once, there droppes a &s;onne, byth' &s;word in's Mi&s;tre&s;&s;es quarrell, a great joy to his parents: a daughter ripe too, growes high and lu&s;tie in her blood, mu&s;t have a heating, runnes away with a &s;upple hand Servingman, his twentie nobles &s;pent, takes to a trade, and learnes to &s;pinne mens haire off; theres another, and mo&s;t are of this nature, will you marry?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>For my partyes, for any doubt I feele yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>And this &s;ame Widdow?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I may, and me thinkes, how ever you are plea|&s;ed to di&s;pute the&s;e dangers, &s;uch a warme match, and for you &s;ir, were not hurtfull.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not halfe &s;o killing as for you, for mee &s;hee cannot with all the Art &s;hee has, make mee more mi&s;erable, or much more fortunate, I have no &s;tate left, a be|nefit that none of you can bragge of, and theres the Anti|dote again&s;t a Widdow, nothing to lo&s;e, but that my &s;oule
<PB REF="9"> inherits, which &s;hee can neither law nor claw away to that, but little fle&s;h, it were too much el&s;e; and that unhol&s;ome too, it were too rich el&s;e; and to all this contempt of what &s;hee do's J can laugh at her teares, neglect her angers, heare her without a faith, &s;o pitty her as if &s;hee were a traytor, moane her per&s;on, but deadly hate her pride; if you could doe the&s;e, and had but this di&s;cretion and like fortune, it were but an equall venture.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is mallice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>When &s;hee lies with your land, and not with you, growes great with joyntures, and is brought to bed with all the &s;tate you have, you'le finde this certaine; but is it come to pa&s;&s;e you mu&s;t marry, is there no buffe will hold you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bel.</SPEAKER>
<P>Grant it be &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then chu&s;e the tamer evill, take a maide, a maide not worth a penny; make her yours, knead her, and mould her yours, a maide worth nothing, theres a vertuous &s;pell, in that word nothing; a maide makes con&s;cience of halfe a crowne a weeke for pinnes and puppits, a maide content with one Coach and two hor&s;es, not falling out becau&s;e they are not matches; with one man &s;atisfied, with one raine gui|ded, with one faith, one content, one bed, aged &s;hee makes the wife, pre&s;erves the fame and i&s;&s;ue; a Widdow is a Chri&s;tmas box that &s;weepes all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yet all this cannot &s;inke us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are my friends, and a I my loving friends, I &s;pend your money, yet I de&s;erve it too, you are my friendes &s;till, I ride your hor&s;es, when I want I &s;ell um; I eate your meate, helpe to weare her linnen, &s;ometimes I make you drunke, and then you &s;eale, for which Ile doe you this commoditie, be ruled, and let me try her, I will di&s;cover her, the truth is, I will never leave to trouble her, till I &s;ee through her, then if I finde her worthy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>This was our meaning <HI>Valentine.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis done then, I mu&s;t want nothing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing but the woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>No jealou&s;ie, for when I marry, the devill mu&s;t be wi&s;er than I take him; and the fle&s;h fooli&s;her, comes lets to
<PB REF="9"> dinner, and when I am well whetted with wine, have at her.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Enter I&s;abella and Luce.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>But art thou &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>No &s;uerer then I heard.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>That it was that flouting fellowes brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, <HI>Shortho&s;e</HI> told me &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>He did &s;earch out the truth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;eemes he did.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pre thee <HI>Luce,</HI> call him hether, if he be no wor&s;e, I never repent my pitty, now &s;irra, what was he wee &s;ent you after, the Gentleman ith blacke.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Shortho&s;e.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ith torne blacke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, the &s;ame &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>What would your Wor&s;hip with him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why my wor&s;hip would know his name, and what he is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Is nothing, he is a man, and yet he is no man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t needes play the foole;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis my profe&s;&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>How is he a man, and no man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hees a begger, onely the &s;igne of a man, the bu&s;h puld downe, which &s;howes the hou&s;e &s;tands emptie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whats his calling?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>They call him begger:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whats his kindred:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Beggers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>His worth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>A learned begger, a poore Scholler:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>How does he live.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Like wormes, he eares old Bookes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is <HI>&V;allentine</HI> his brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>His begging brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>What may his name be?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Or&s;on.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Leave your fooling.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>You had as good &s;ay, leave your living.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="10">
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Once more tell me his name directly:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile be hangd fir&s;t, unle&s;&s;e I heard him Chri&s;tned, but I can tell what fooli&s;h people call him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>J&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>What?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Fran&s;ci&s;co.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where lies this learning &s;ir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>In <HI>Paules</HI> Church yard for&s;ooth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I meane that Gentleman, foole.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>O that foole, hee lies in loo&s;e &s;heetes every where, thats no where.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have gleand &s;ince you came to <HI>London,</HI> in the Countrey <HI>Shortho&s;e,</HI> you were an arrant foole, a dull cold coxcombe, here every Taverne teaches you, the pint pot has &s;o belaboured you, with wit, your brave acquaintance that gives you ale, &s;o fortified your mazard, that now theres no tal|king to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is much improved, a fellow, a fine di&s;cour&s;er.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope &s;o, I have not waited at the taile of wit, &s;o long to be an a&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>But &s;ay now <HI>Shortho&s;e,</HI> my Lady &s;hould remoove into the Countrie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>I had as leeve &s;he &s;hould remoove to heaven, and as &s;oone I would undertake to follow her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where no old Charnico is, nor no Anchoves, nor Ma&s;ter &s;uch a one, to meete at the Ro&s;e, and bring my Lady &s;uch a ones chiefe Chambermaide.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>No bouncing healths to this brave Lad, deare <HI>Short|ho&s;e,</HI> nor downe oth knees to that illu&s;trious Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>No fidles, nor no lu&s;ty noy&s;e of drawer, carry this pottle to my father, <HI>Shortho&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>No playes, nor gally foi&s;tes, no &s;trange Emba&s;&s;adors to runne and wonder at, till thou bee&s;t oyle, and then come home againe, and lye bith Legend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say &s;he &s;hould goe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I &s;ay &s;o, Ile bee hangd fir&s;t, or if I thought &s;hee would goe:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>What?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would goe with her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="10">
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>But <HI>Shortho&s;e,</HI> where thy heart is:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe not fright him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>By this hand Mi&s;tris tis a noy&s;e, a loud one too, and from her owne mouth, pre&s;ently to be gone too, but why, or to what end?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>May not a man dye fir&s;t, &s;heele give him &s;o much time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gone oth' &s;udden; thou do&s;t but je&s;t, &s;hee mu&s;t not mocke the Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>She has put them off a moneth, they dare not &s;ee her, beleeve me Mi&s;tris, what I heare I tell you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is this true wench, gone on &s;o &s;hort a warning, what tricke is this, &s;he never told me of it, it mu&s;t not be: &s;irra, at|tend me pre&s;ently, you know I have beene a carefull friend unto you, attend me in the hall, and next be faithfull, cry not, we &s;hall not goe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Her Coach may cracke. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter &V;allentine, Franci&s;co, and Lance.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;all.</SPEAKER>
<P>Which way to live, how dare&s;t thou come to towne, to aske &s;uch an idle que&s;tion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Me thinkes tis nece&s;&s;ary, unle&s;&s;e you could re&s;tore that annuity you have tippled up in Tavernes:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val,</SPEAKER>
<P>Where ha&s;t thou beene, and how brought up <HI>Fran&s;ci|&s;co,</HI> that thou talke&s;t thus out of <HI>France,</HI> thou wert a pretty fellow, and of a han&s;ome knowledge; who has &s;poyld thee:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>He that has &s;poyld him&s;elfe, to make him&s;elfe &s;port, and by his Coppie, will &s;poile all comes neere him, buy but a gla&s;&s;e, if you be yet &s;o wealthy, and looke there who?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid old Coppihold.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>My hearts good freehold &s;ir, and &s;o youle finde it, this Gentleman your brother, your hopefull brother, for there is no hope of you, u&s;e him thereafter:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ene a&s;well as I u&s;e my &s;elfe, what would&s;t thou have <HI>Francke.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can you procure me a hundred pound:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Harke what he &s;aies to you, O try your wits, they &s;ay you are excellent at it, for your land has laine long bed rid, and un&s;en&s;ible.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="11">
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>And Ile forget all wrongs, you &s;ee my &s;tate, and to what wretchedne&s;&s;e, your will has brought me; but what it may be, by this benefit, if timely done, and like a noble brother, both you and I may feele, and to our comforts:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>(A hundred pound) do&s;t thou know what thou ha&s;t &s;aid boy:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;aid a hundred pound.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou ha&s;t &s;aid more, then any man can ju&s;tifie beleeve it, procure a hundred pounds, I &s;ay to thee, theres no &s;uch &s;umme in nature, fortie &s;hillings there may be now ith Mint, and thats a trea&s;ure, I have &s;eene five pound, but let me tell it, and tis as wonderfull, as Calves with five legges, heeres five &s;hillings <HI>Francke,</HI> the harve&s;t of five weekes, and a good crop too, take it, and pay thy fir&s;t fruites, Ile come downe and eate it out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis patience mu&s;t meete with you &s;ir, not love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Deale roundly, and leave the&s;e fiddle faddles:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Leave thy prating, thou thinke&s;t thou art a notable wi&s;e fellow, thou and thy rotten Sparrow hawke; two of the reverent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thinke you are mad, or if you be not will be, with the next moone, what would you have him doe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>How?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>To get money fir&s;t, thats to live, you have &s;hewed him how to want.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Slife, how doe I live, why, what dull foole would aske that que&s;tion, three hundred three pilds more, I and live bravely, the better halfe oth towne, and live mo&s;t gloriou&s;ly, aske them what &s;tates they have, or what annuities, or when they pray for &s;ea&s;onable harve&s;ts, thou ha&s;t a han&s;ome wit, &s;tirre into the world, <HI>Francke,</HI> &s;tirre, for &s;hame, thou art a pretty Scholler, aske how to live, write, write, write any thing, the worlds a fine beleeving world, write newes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dragons in <HI>Su&s;&s;ex</HI> &s;ir, or fierie battles &s;eene in the aire at <HI>A&s;purge.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Theres the way <HI>Francke,</HI> and in the taile of the&s;e, fright me the Kingdome with a &s;harpe Progno&s;tication, that &s;hal &s;cowre them, dearth upon dearth, like leven taffaties, pre|dictions
<PB REF="11"> of Sea breaches, warres, and want of herrings on our coa&s;t, with bloody no&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whirle windes, that &s;hall take of the toppe of <HI>Gran|tam</HI> &s;teeple, and clap it on <HI>Poules,</HI> and after the&s;e, a I envoy to the Citty for their &s;innes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Probatum e&s;t,</HI> thou can&s;t not want a pen&s;ion, go &s;witch me up a Covey of young Schollers, theres twenty nobles, and two loades of coales, are not the&s;e ready wayes. Co&s;mo|graphy thou art deepely read in, draw me a mappe from the Mermaide, I meane a midnighe mappe to &s;cape the watches, and &s;uch long &s;encele&s;&s;e examinations, and Gentlemen &s;hall feede thee, right good Gentlemen, I cannot &s;tay long.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have read learnedly, and would you have him follow the&s;e megeras, did you beginne with ballads.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, J will leave you, J &s;ee my wants are growne ridiculous, yours may be &s;o, I will not cur&s;e you neither; you may thinke, when the&s;e wanton fits are over, who bred me, and who ruined me, looke to your &s;elfe &s;ir, a providence J waite on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art pa&s;&s;ionate, ha&s;t thou beene brought up with girles.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Shortho&s;e with a bagge.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Re&s;t you merry Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;o merry as you &s;uppo&s;e &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray &s;tay a while, and let mee take a view of you, I may put my &s;poone into the wrong pottage pot el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why wilt thou mu&s;ter us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>No you are not he, you are a thought too han&s;ome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who would&s;t thou &s;peake withall, why doe&s;t thou peepe &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am looking birds ne&s;ts, I can finde none in your bu&s;h beard, J would &s;peake with you blacke Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>With me my friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes &s;ure, and the be&s;t friend &s;ir, it &s;eemes you &s;pake withall this twelve moneths Gentleman, theres money for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>How?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Theres none for you &s;ir, be not &s;o briefe, not a penny,
<PB REF="12"> law how he itches at it, &s;tand of, you &s;tirre my colour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take it, tis money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are too quicke too, fir&s;t be &s;ure you have it, you &s;eeme to be a Faulckoner, but a fooli&s;h one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take it, and &s;ay nothing:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are co&s;end too, tis take it, and &s;pent it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>From whom came it &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Such another word, and you &s;hall have none out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>J thanke you &s;ir, I doubly thanke you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;ir, then buy you better clothes, and get your hat dre&s;t, and your Laundre&s;&s;e to wa&s;h your bootes white.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray &s;tay &s;ir, may you not be mi&s;taken.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thinke I am, give me the money again, come quick, quicke, quicke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran</SPEAKER>
<P>I would be loath to render, till I am &s;ure it be~ &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Harke in your eare, is not your name <HI>Fran&s;ci&s;co.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be quiet then, it may thunder a hundred times, be|fore &s;uch &s;tones fall; doe not you neede it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>And tis thought you have it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thinke I have.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then hold it fa&s;t, tis not flyblowne, you may pay for the poundage, you forget your &s;elfe, I have not &s;eene a Gentleman &s;o backward, a wanting Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your mercy &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Freind you have mercy, a whole bagge full of mer|cy, be merry with it, and be wi&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would faine, if it plea&s;e you, but know.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>It does not plea&s;e me, tell over your money and be not mad boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have no more &s;uch bagges:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>More &s;uch there are &s;ir, but few I feare for you, I have ca&s;t your water, you have wit, you need no money. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be not amazed &s;ir tis good gold, good old gold, this is re&s;torative, and in good time, it comes to doe you good, keepe it and u&s;e it, let hone&s;t fingers feele it, yours be too quicke &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>He named me, and he gave it me, but from whom.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="12">
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let um &s;end more, and then examine it, this can be but a preface.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Being a &s;tranger, of whom can I de&s;erve this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, of any man that has but eyes, and manly under&s;tan|ding to finde mens wants, good men are bound to doe &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now you &s;ee <HI>Francke,</HI> there are more waies then cer|tainties, now you beleeve: What plow brought you this har|ve&s;t, what &s;ale of timber, coales, or what annuities, the&s;e feede no hindes, nor waite the expectation of quarter dayes, you &s;ee it &s;howers into you, you are an a&s;&s;e, lie plodding, and lie foole|ing, about this blazing &s;tarre, and that bo peepe, whyneing, and fa&s;ting, to finde the naturall rea&s;on why a dogge turnes twice about before he lie downe, what u&s;e of the&s;e, or what joy in annuities, where every mans thy &s;tuddy, and thy ten|nant, I am a&s;hamed on thee:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes I have &s;eene this fellow, theres a wealthy Wid|dow hard by.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes marry is there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thinke hees her &s;ervant, J am co&s;end if after her, I am &s;ure ont.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am glad ont.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shees a good woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am gladder:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>And young enough beleeve.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am gladder of all &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Franck,</HI> you &s;hall lye with me &s;oone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thanke my money:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>His money &s;hall lie with mee, three in a bed &s;ir will be too much this weather.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meete me at the Mermaide, and thou &s;halt &s;ee what things &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tru&s;t to your &s;elfe &s;ir. <STAGE>Exeunt Fran, and Vall.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Fount, Bella, and Vallentine.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Vallentine.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now, why doe you looke &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bella.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Widdowes going man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why let her goe man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shees going out oth Towne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Townes the happier, I would they were all gone</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>We cannot come to &s;peake with her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="13">
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not to &s;peake to her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bel.</SPEAKER>
<P>She will be gone within this houre, either now <HI>Valle.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Hare.</HI> Now, now, now, good <HI>Vall.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>I had rather march ith mouth oth Cannon, but adiew, if &s;he be above ground, goe, away to your praiers, away I &s;ay, away, &s;he &s;hall be &s;poken withall. <STAGE>Exeunt</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Shortho&s;e with one boote on, Roger &amp; Humphrey.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rog.</SPEAKER>
<P>She will goe <HI>Shortho&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who can helpe it <HI>Roger?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Within Raphe.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Roger</HI> helpe downe with the hangings.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rog.</SPEAKER>
<P>By and by <HI>Raph,</HI> I am making up oth trunckes here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Raph.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Shortho&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Raph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who lookes to my Ladies Wardrobe? <STAGE>Humphrey.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hum.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heere.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Raph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Downe with the boxes in the gallery, and bring a|way the Coach Cu&s;hions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will it not raine, no conjuring abroad, nor no devi|&s;es to &s;top this journey.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why goe now, why now, why oth &s;udden, now what preparation, what hor&s;es have we ready, what provi&s;ion laid in ith Country.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hum.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not an egge I hope.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rog.</SPEAKER>
<P>No nor one drop of good drink boyes, ther's the devil.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>I heartily pray the malt be mu&s;ty, and then we mu&s;t come up againe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hum.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;aies the Steward?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hees at's wits end, for &s;ome foure houres &s;ince, out of his ha&s;te and providence, he mi&s;tooke the Millers maunjey mare, for his owne nagge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;he may breake his necke, and &s;ave the journey, oh <HI>London</HI> how I love thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hum.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have no bootes, nor none Ile buy (or if I had) refu&s;e me if I would venture my abillity, before a cloake bagge, men are men.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>For my part, if I be brought, as I know it will be aimed at, to carry any durty dairy creame pot, or any gentle Lady of the Laundry, chambring, or wantonne&s;&s;e behinde my gelding, with all her &s;treamers, knap&s;ackes, gla&s;&s;es, gu|gawes,
<PB REF="13"> as if I were a running &s;lippery, Ile give um leave to cut my girts, and flay me. Ile not be troubled with their di&s;ti|bations, at every halfe miles end, I under&s;tand my &s;elfe, and am re&s;olved.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hum.</SPEAKER>
<P>To morrow night at <HI>Olivers,</HI> who &s;halbe there boyes, who &s;hall meete the wenches.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rog.</SPEAKER>
<P>The well brued &s;tand of Ale, we &s;hould have met at.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e griefes like to another tale of <HI>Troy,</HI> would mollifie the hearts of barbarous people, and Tom Butcher weepe <HI>Eneas enters,</HI> and now the townes lo&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ral.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why whether run you, my Lady is mad.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would &s;he were in Bedlam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ral.</SPEAKER>
<P>The carts are come, no hands to helpe to load um, the &s;tuffe lies in the hall, the plate:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Within Widdow.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why knaves there, where be the&s;e idle fel|lowes</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall I ride with one boote.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why where I &s;ay:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ral.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away, away, it mu&s;t be &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>O for a tickling &s;torme, to la&s;t but ten dayes. <STAGE>Exeunt</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD><HI>Actus.</HI> 3.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>Scaen,</HI> 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter I&s;abella and Luce.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>BY my troth Mi&s;tris I did it for the be&s;t:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>It may be &s;o, but <HI>Luce,</HI> you have a tongue: a di&s;h of meate in your mouth, which if it were minced <HI>Luce,</HI> would doe a great deale better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I prote&s;t Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>It will be your owne one time or others: <STAGE>Walter.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Walter within:</SPEAKER>
<P>Anon for&s;ooth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lay my hat ready, my fanne and cloake, you are &s;o full of providence; and <HI>Walter,</HI> tucke up my little box behinde the Coach, and bid my maide make ready, my &s;weete &s;ervice to your good Lady Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e; and my dog, good let the Coach|man carry him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>But heare me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am in love &s;weete <HI>Luce,</HI> and you are &s;o skillfull, that I
<PB REF="14"> mu&s;t needes undoe my &s;elfe; and heare me, let <HI>Oliver</HI> packe up my gla&s;&s;e di&s;creetly, and &s;ee my Curles well carried, O &s;weete <HI>Luce,</HI> you have a tongue, and open tongues have open you know what <HI>Luce.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray you be &s;atisfied.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes and contented too, before I leave you: theres a <HI>Roger,</HI> which &s;ome call a Butcher, I &s;peake of certainties, I doe not fi&s;h <HI>Luce,</HI> nay doe not &s;tare, I have a tongue can talke too: and a greene Chamber <HI>Luce,</HI> a backe doore opens to a long gallery; there was a night <HI>Luce,</HI> doe you perceive, doe you perceive me yet: O doe you blu&s;h <HI>Luce:</HI> a Friday night I &s;aw your Saint <HI>Luce;</HI> for tother box of Marmaladde, alls thine &s;weete <HI>Roger,</HI> this I heard and kept too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ene as you are a woman Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>This I allow as good and phy&s;icall &s;ometimes the&s;e meetings, and for the cheering of the heart; but <HI>Luce,</HI> to have your owne turne &s;erved, and to your friend to be a dogbolt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>I confe&s;&s;e it Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>As you have made my &s;i&s;ter Iealous of me, and fooli&s;h|ly, and childi&s;hly pur&s;ued it, I have found out your haunt, and traced your purpo&s;es, for which mine honour &s;uffers, your be&s;t wayes mu&s;t be applied to bring her backe againe, and &s;e|riou&s;ly and &s;uddenly, that &s;o I may have a meanes to cleare my &s;elfe, and &s;he a faire opinion of me, el&s;e you peevi&s;h &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>My power and prayers Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whats the matter.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Shortho&s;e and Widdow.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have beene with the Gentleman, he has it, much good may doe him with it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come are you ready, you love &s;o to delay time, the day growes on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have &s;ent for a few triffles, when tho&s;e are come; And now I know your rea&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Know your owne honour then, about your bu&s;ine&s;&s;e, &s;ee the Coach ready pre&s;ently, Ile tell you more then;</P>
<STAGE>Exit Luce and Shortho&s;e.</STAGE>
<P>And under&s;tand it well, you mu&s;t not thinke my &s;i&s;ter, &s;o
<PB REF="14"> tender eyed as not to &s;ee your follies, alas I know your heart, and mu&s;t imagine, and truely too; tis not your charitie can coyne &s;uch &s;ums to give a way as you have done, in that you have no wi&s;edome <HI>I&s;abel,</HI> no nor mode&s;tie where nobler u&s;es are at home; I tell you, I am a&s;hamed to finde this in your yeares, farre more in your di&s;cretion, none to chu&s;e but things for pittie, none to &s;eale your thoughts on, but one of no abiding, of no name; nothing to bring you but this, cold and hunger: A jolly Ioynture &s;i&s;ter, you are happy, no mony, no not tenne &s;hillings.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;earch nearely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know it as I know your folly, one that know not where he &s;hall eate his next meale, take his re&s;t, unle&s;&s;e it be in th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;tockes; what kindred has he, but a more wanting bro|ther, or what vertues.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have had rare intelligence, I &s;ee &s;i&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or &s;ay the man had vertue, is vertue in this age a full inheritance: what Ioynture can he make you, <HI>Plutarchs Moralls,</HI> or &s;o much peenny rent in the &s;mall pots, this is not well, tis weake, and I grive to know it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>And this you quit the towne for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Its not time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are better read in my affaires than I am, thats all I have to an&s;wer, Ile goe with you, and willingly, and what you thinke mo&s;t dangerous, Ile &s;it and laugh at.</P>
<P>For &s;i&s;ter tis not folly but good di&s;cretion governes our maine fortunes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am glad to heare you &s;ay &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am for you.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Shortho&s;e and Humphrey with riding rods.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hum.</SPEAKER>
<P>The devill cannot &s;tay her, &s;he'le ont, eate an egge now, and then we mu&s;t away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am gaulled already, yet I will pray may London wayes from henceforth be full of holes, and Coaches cracke their wheeles, may zealous Smithes &s;o hou&s;ell all our Hack|neyes, that they may feele compunction in their feete, and tire at Highgate, may it raine above all Almanackes till carri|ers &s;aile, and the Kings Fi&s;hmonger ride like <HI>Bike Arion</HI> up|on
<PB REF="15"> a Trout to London.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hum.</SPEAKER>
<P>At S. <HI>Albones,</HI> let all the Innes be drunke, not an Ho&s;t &s;ober to bid her wor&s;hip welcome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a Fiddle, but all preacht downe with Puri|tans; no meate but legges of beefe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hum.</SPEAKER>
<P>No beds but Woollpackes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>And tho&s;e &s;o crammed with warrens of &s;terved Fleas that bite like bandogges: let <HI>Mims</HI> be angry at their S. Bell&s;wagger, and we pa&s;&s;e in the heate ont and be beaten, beaten abominably, beaten hor&s;e and man, and all my Ladies linnen &s;prinkled with &s;uddes and di&s;h water.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a wheele but out of joynt.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Roger laughing.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hum.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why do&s;t thou laugh.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Theres a Gentleman, and the rare&s;t Gentleman, and makes the rare&s;t &s;port.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where, where?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Within here, has made the gaye&s;t &s;port with <HI>Tom</HI> the Coachman, &s;o tewed him up with &s;acke that hee lies la&s;hing a butt of Malm&s;ie for his Mares.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis very good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rog.</SPEAKER>
<P>And talkes and laughes, and &s;inges the rare&s;t &s;ongs, and <HI>Shortho&s;e,</HI> he has &s;o mauld the red Deere pies, made &s;uch an almes ith butterie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Better &s;till. <STAGE>Enter &V;all. Widdow.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hum.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lady in a rage with the Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>May he anger her into a feather. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I pray tell me, who &s;ent you hether? for I imagine it is not your condition you looke &s;o temperately, and like a Gentleman, to aske me the&s;e milde que&s;tions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe you thinke I u&s;e to walke of errands gentle La|dy, or deale with women out of dreames from others.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have not knowne me &s;ure?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not much.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>What rea&s;on have you then to be &s;o tender of my credit, you are no kin&s;man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you take it &s;o, the hone&s;t office that I came to doe you, is not &s;o heavy but I can returne it: now I perceive you are too proud, not worth my vi&s;it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="15">
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray &s;tay, a little proud.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mon&s;trous proud, I grieve to heare a woman of your value, and your abundant parts &s;tung by the people, but now J &s;ee tis true, you looke upon mee as if I were a rude and &s;awcie fellow that borrowed all my breeding from a dung|hill, or &s;uch a one, as &s;hould now fall and wor&s;hip you in hope of pardon: you are co&s;en'd Lady, I came to prove opi|nion a loud lier, to &s;ee a woman onely great in goodne&s;&s;e, and Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e of a greater fame than fortune, but&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are a &s;trange Gentleman, if I were proud now, I &s;hould be mon&s;trous angry, which J am not, and &s;hew the effects of pride; I &s;hould di&s;pi&s;e you but you are welcome &s;ir: To thinke well of our &s;elves, if we de&s;erve it, is a lu&s;ter in us, and every good we have, &s;trives to &s;how gracious, what u&s;e is it el&s;e, old age like Seer trees, is &s;eldome &s;eene affected, &s;tirs &s;ometimes at rehear&s;all of &s;uch acts his daring youth endea|vour'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is well, and now you &s;peake to the purpo&s;e, you plea&s;e me, but to be place proud:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>If it be our owne, why are we &s;et here with di&s;tincti|on el&s;e, degrees, and orders given us, in you men, tis held a coolene&s;&s;e if you lo&s;e your right afronts, and lo&s;&s;e of honour: &s;treetes, and walls, and upper ends of tables, had they tongues could tell what blood has followed, and what fude about your rankes; are we &s;o much below you, that till you have us, are the toppes of nature, to be accounted drones, without a diffe|rence, you will make us bea&s;ts indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay wor&s;e then this too proud of your cloathes, they &s;weare a Mercers Lucifer, a tumer tackt together by a Tay|lor, nay yet wor&s;e proud of red and white, a varni&s;h that but|termilke can better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord how little will vex the&s;e poore blinde people, if my cloathes be &s;ometimes gay and glorious, does it follow my minde mu&s;t be my Mercers too, or &s;ay my beauty plea&s;e &s;ome weake eyes, mu&s;t it plea&s;e them to thinke that blowes mee up, that every houre blowes of: this is an Infants an|ger.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thus they &s;ay too, what though you have a Coach
<PB REF="16"> lined through with velvet and foure faire Flaunders Mares, why &s;hould the &s;treets be troubled continually with you, till Carmen cur&s;e you, can there be ought in this but pride of &s;hew Lady, and pride of bum-beating, till the learned law|yers with their fat bagges, are thru&s;t again&s;t the bulkes, till all their Ca&s;es cracke; why &s;hould this Lady, and tother Lady, and the third &s;weete Ladie, and Madam at mile end, be dailie vi&s;ited, and your poorer neighbours, with cour&s;e nap&s;es neg|lected, fa&s;hions conferd about, pouncings, and paintings, and young mens bodies read on like Anotamies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are very credulous, and &s;omewhat de&s;perate to deliver this &s;ir, to her you know not, but you &s;hall confe&s;&s;e me, and finde I will not &s;tart; in us all meetings lie open to the&s;e leud reports, and our thoughts at Church, our very meditati|ons &s;ome will &s;weare, which all &s;hould feare to judge, at lea&s;t uncharitably, are mingled with your memories, can|not &s;leepe, but this &s;weet Gentleman &s;wimmes in our fan|cies, that &s;carlet man of warre, and that &s;mooth Senior; not dre&s;&s;e our heads without new ambu&s;hes how to &s;urpri&s;e that greatne&s;&s;e or that glory; our very &s;miles are &s;ubject to con|&s;tructions; nay &s;ir, its come to this, we cannot pi&s;h, but tis a favour for &s;ome foole or other: &s;hould we examine you thus, wert not po&s;&s;ible to take you without Pro&s;pectives.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>It may be, but the&s;e excu&s;e not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor yours force no truth &s;ir. what deadly tongues you have, and to tho&s;e tongues what hearts, and what inven|tions; ah my con&s;cience, and 'twere not for &s;harpe ju&s;tice, you would venture to aime at your owne mothers, and ac|count it glory to &s;ay you had done &s;o; all you thinke are Coun&s;ells and cannot erre, tis we &s;till that &s;hew double, gid|die, or gorg'd with pa&s;&s;ion; we that build Babells for mens confu&s;ions, we that &s;catter as day do's his warme light; our killing cur&s;es over Gods creatures next to the devills mallice: lets intreate your good words.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, this woman has a brave &s;oule.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are not we gaily ble&s;t then, and much beholding to you for your &s;ub&s;tance; you may doe what you li&s;t, we what be&s;eemes us, and narrowly doe that too, and preci&s;ely, our
<PB REF="16"> names are &s;erved in el&s;e at Ordinaries, and belcht a broad in Tavernes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>O mo&s;t brave Wench, and able to redeeme an age of women.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are no Whorema&s;ters, alas no Gentlemen, it were an impudencie to thinke you vicious; you are &s;o holy, hand&s;ome Ladies fright you, you are the coole things of the time, the temperance, meere emblems of the Law, and vales of Vertue, you are not daily mending like Dutch Watches, &amp; pla&s;tering like old walls; they are not Gentlemen, that with their &s;ecret &s;innes encrea&s;e our Surgeons, and lie in forraine Countries, for new &s;ores; women are all the&s;e vices; you are not envious, fal&s;e, covetous, vaineglorious, irreligious, drun|ken, revengefull, giddie-eyed, like Parrats, eaters of others honours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are angry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>No by my troth, and yet I could &s;ay more too, for when men make me angry, I am mi&s;erable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure tis a man &s;he could not beare it thus bravely el&s;e, it may be I am tedious.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not at all &s;ir, I am content at this time you &s;hould trouble me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are di&s;tru&s;tfull.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where I finde no truth &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come you are full of pa&s;&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some I have, I were too neere the nature a god el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are mon&s;trous peevi&s;h.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e they are mon&s;trous fooli&s;h, and know not how to u&s;e that &s;hould trie me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was never an&s;wered thus, was you never drunke Lady?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>No &s;ure, not drunke &s;ir? yet I love good wine as I love health and joy of heart, but temperately, why doe you aske that que&s;tion?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>For that &s;inne that they mo&s;t charge you with, is this &s;innes &s;ervant, they &s;ay you are mo&s;trous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ir, what?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t &s;trangely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="17">
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>It has a name &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Infinitly lu&s;tfull, without all bounds, they &s;weare you kild your husband.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lets have it all for heavens &s;ake, tis good mirth &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>They &s;ay you will have foure now, and tho&s;e foure &s;tucke in foure quarters like foure windes to coole you; will &s;he not cry nor cur&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>On with your Story,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>And that you are forcing out of di&s;pen&s;ations with &s;ummes of money to that purpo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid,</SPEAKER>
<P>Foure husbands, &s;hould not I be ble&s;t &s;ir; for example, Lord what &s;hould I doe with them, turne a Malt mill, or tyth them out like towne Bulls to my tennants, you come to make me angry, but you cannot.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile make you merry then, you are a brave woman, and in di&s;pite of envie a right one, goe thy wayes, truth thou art as good a woman, as any Lord of them all can lay his legge over, I doe not often commend your &s;exe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;eemes &s;o, your commendations are &s;o &s;tudied for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>I came to &s;ee you, and &s;ift you into flower, to know your purene&s;&s;e, and I have found you excellent I thanke you; continue &s;o, and &s;hew men how to tread, and women how to follow: get an husband, an hone&s;t man, you are a good wo|man, and live hedg'd in from &s;candall, let him be too an un|der&s;tanding man, and to that &s;teedfa&s;t; tis pittie your faire Figure &s;hould mi&s;carrie, and then you are fixt, farewell.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray &s;tay a little, I love your company now you are &s;o plea&s;ant, and to my di&s;po&s;ition &s;et &s;o even.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can no longer. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>As I live a fine fellow, this manly hand&s;ome blunt|ne&s;&s;e, &s;hewes him hone&s;t; what is he, or from whence? ble&s;&s;e me, foure husbands, how prettily he fooled me into vices, to &s;tirre my jealou&s;ie and finde my nature, a proper Gentleman, I am not well oth' &s;udden, &s;uch a companion I could live and die with, his angers are meere mirth. <STAGE>Enter I&s;abella.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come, I am ready.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wit</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>What ailes &s;he, the Coach &s;taies, and the people, the
<PB REF="17"> day goes on, I am as ready now as you de&s;ire &s;i&s;ter: &s;ie, who &s;tayes now, why doe you &s;it and poute thus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prethee be quiet, I am not well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;ab.</SPEAKER>
<P>For heavens &s;ake lets not ride &s;taggering in the night, come, pray you take &s;ome &s;weete meates in your pocket, if your &s;tomacke&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have a little bu&s;ine&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>To abu&s;e me, you &s;hall not finde new dreames, and new &s;u&s;pitions, to hor&s;e withall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lord who made you a Commander: hay ho, my heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is the winde come thether, and coward like doe you lo&s;e your colours to um, are you &s;icke <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">th <HI>Velentine;</HI> &s;weete &s;i&s;ter, come lets away, the countrey will &s;o quicken you, and we &s;hall live &s;o &s;weetely: <HI>Luce,</HI> my Ladies cloake; nay, you have put me into &s;uch a gogge of going I would not &s;tay for all the world; if I live here, you have &s;o knocked this love into my head, that I &s;hall love any body, and I finde my body, I know not how, &s;o apt; pray lets be gone &s;i&s;ter, I &s;tand on thornes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I prethee <HI>I&s;abella,</HI> I faith I have &s;ome bu&s;ine&s;&s;e that concernes me, I will &s;u&s;pect no more, here, weare that for me, and Ile pay the hundred pound you owe your tayler.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Shortho&s;e</HI> 1. <HI>Roger, Humphrey, Ralph.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I had rather goe, but&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come walke within me, weele goe to Cardes, un|&s;adle the hor&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Iubile, a Iubile, we &s;tay boyes. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Vncle, Lance, Fountaine, Bellamore, Harebraine following.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are they behinde us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Clo&s;e, clo&s;e, &s;peake aloud &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am glad my nephew has &s;o much di&s;cretion at length to finde his wants: did &s;he entertaine him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t bravely, nobly, and gave him &s;uch a welcome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>For his owne &s;ake doe you thinke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t certaine &s;ir, and in his owne cau&s;e be&s;tir'd him&s;elfe too, and wan &s;uch liking from her, &s;he dotes on him, has the command of all the hou&s;e already.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>He deales not well with his friends.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="18">
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let him deale on, and be his owne friend, hee has mo&s;t neede of her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I wonder they would put him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are in the right out, a man that mu&s;t rai&s;e him&s;elfe, I knew he would co&s;en um, and glad I am he has, he watched occa&s;ion. and found it ith' nicke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has deceived me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>I told you how&s;oever he weel'd about, hee would charge whom at length, how I could laugh now, to thinke of the&s;e tame fooles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Twas not well done, becau&s;e they tru&s;ted him, yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bel.</SPEAKER>
<P>Harke you Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>We are upon a bu&s;ine&s;&s;e, pray excu&s;e us, they have it home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lanc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come let it worke good on Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit Vncle, Lance.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis true, he is a knave, I ever thought it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>And we are fooles, tame fooles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bel.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come lets goe &s;eeke him, he &s;hall be hang'd before he colt us ba&s;ely. <STAGE>Exit. Enter I&s;abella, Luce.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Art &s;ure &s;he loves him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Am I &s;ure I live? And I have clap on &s;uch a com|mendation on your revenge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>J&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, he is a pretty Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hand&s;ome enough, and that her eye has found out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>He talkes the be&s;t they &s;ay, and yet the madde&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Has the right way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>How is &s;he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Beares it well, as if &s;he cared not, but a man may &s;ee with halfe an eye through all her forced behaviours, and finde who is her <HI>Vallantine.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come lets goe &s;ee her, I long to pro&s;ecute.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>By no meanes Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e, let her take better hold fir&s;t,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I could bur&s;t now. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter &V;allentine, Fountaine, Bellamore, Harebraine.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vall.</SPEAKER>
<P>Vpbraide me with your benefits, you Pilchers, you &s;hotten, &s;old, &s;light fellowes, wa&s;t not I that undertooke you fir&s;t from emptie barrells, and brought tho&s;e barking mouthes that gaped like bung-holes to utter &s;ence: where got you under&s;tanding? who taught you manners and apt
<PB REF="18"> carriage to ranke your &s;elves? who filed you in fit Tavernes, were tho&s;e borne with your wor&s;hips when you came he|ther? what brought you from the Vniver&s;ities of moment matter to allow you, be&s;ides your &s;mall bare &s;entences?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bell.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis well &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Long cloakes with two hand-rapiers, boot-ho&s;es with penny-po&s;es, and twentie fooles opinions, who looked on you but piping rites that knew you would be pri&s;ing, and Prenti&s;es in <HI>Paules</HI> Church-yard, that &s;ented your want of <HI>Brittanes</HI> Bookes. <STAGE>Enter Widdow, Luce, Harebraine.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>This cannot &s;ave you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Taunt my integretie you whelpes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bell.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may talke the &s;tocke wee gave you out, but &s;ee no further.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>You tempt our patience, we have found you out, and what your tru&s;t comes to, yeare well feathered, thanke us, and thinke now of an hone&s;t cour&s;e, tis time; men now begin to looke, and narrowly into your tumbling trickes, they are &s;tale.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is not that he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be &s;till and marke him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>How mi&s;erable will the&s;e poore wretches be when I for&s;ake um, but things have their neee&s;&s;ities, I am &s;orry, to what a vomit mu&s;t they turne againe now to their owne deare dunghill breeding; never hope after I ca&s;t you off, you men of Motley, you mo&s;t undone things below pittie, any that has a &s;oule and &s;ixe pence dares releeve you, my name &s;hall barre that ble&s;&s;ing; theres your cloake &s;ir, keepe it clo&s;e to you, it may yet pre&s;erve you a fortnight longer from the foole; your hat, pray be covered, and theres the &s;attin that your wor&s;hips &s;ent me, will &s;erve you at a &s;izer yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay faith &s;ir, you may eue~ rubbe the&s;e out now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>No &s;uch relicke, nor the lea&s;t ragge of &s;uch a &s;orded weakene&s;&s;e &s;hall keepe me warme, the&s;e breeches are mine owne, purcha&s;ed, and paid for, without your compa&s;&s;ion, and Chri&s;tian bleeches founded in Blacke Friers, and &s;o Ile main|taine um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>So they &s;eeme &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Onely the thirteene &s;hillings in the&s;e breeches, and the odde groat, I take it, &s;hall be yours &s;ir, a marke to know a knave by, pray pre&s;erve it, doe not di&s;plea&s;e me more, but
<PB REF="19"> take it pre&s;ently, now helpe me off with my bootes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>We are no groomes &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>For once you &s;hall be, doe it willingly, or by this hand Ile make you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bell.</SPEAKER>
<P>To our owne &s;ir, we may apply our hands.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Theres your hangers, you may de&s;erve a &s;trong paire, and a girdle will hold you without buckles; now I am per|fect, and now the proude&s;t of your wor&s;hips tell me I am beholding to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>No &s;uch matter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>And take heede how you pitty me, tis dangerous, exceeding dangerous, to prate of pittie which are the poo|rer; you are now puppies; I without you, or you without my knowledge be rogues, and &s;o be gone, be rogues and re|ply not, for if you doe &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bell.</SPEAKER>
<P>Onely thus much, and then wee'le leave you, the ayre is farre &s;harper than our anger &s;ir, and the&s;e you may re&s;erve to raile in warmer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray have a care &s;ir of your health. <STAGE>Exit Lovers.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes hoghounds, more than you can have of your wits; tis cold, and I am very &s;en&s;ible, extreamely cold too, yet I will not off, till I have &s;hamed the&s;e ra&s;calls; I have endured as ill heates as another, and every way if one could peri&s;h my body, you'le beare the blame ont; I am colder here, not a poore penny left. <STAGE>Vncle with a bagge.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tas taken rarely, and now hees flead he will be ruled.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Too him, tew him, abu&s;e him, and nip him clo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why how now co&s;en, &s;unning your &s;elfe this weather?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>As you &s;ee &s;ir, in a hot fit, I thanke my friends.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>But co&s;en, where are your cloathes man, tho&s;e are no inheritance, your &s;cruple may compound with tho&s;e I take it, this is no fa&s;hion co&s;en.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not much followed, I mu&s;t confe&s;&s;e; yet Vncle I de|termine to trie what may be done next Tearme.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>How came you thus &s;ir, for you are &s;trangely moved.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ragges, toyes and triflles, fit onely for tho&s;e fooles that fir&s;t po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ed um, and to tho&s;e Knaves, they are rendred freemen Vncle, ought to appeare like innocents, old <HI>Adam,</HI> a faire Figge-leafe &s;ufficient.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vncle.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take me with you, were the&s;e your friends, that
<PB REF="19"> clear'd you thus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang friends, and even recknings that make friends.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thought till now, there had beene no &s;uch living, no &s;uch purcha&s;e, for all the re&s;t is labour, as a li&s;t of honou|rable friends, doe not &s;uch men as you &s;ir in liew of all your under&s;tandings, travells, and tho&s;e great gifts of nature; aime at no more than ca&s;ting off your coates, I am &s;trangely co&s;end.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Should not the towne &s;hake at the cold you feele now, and all the Gentry &s;uffer intrediction, no more &s;ence &s;poken, all things <HI>Goth</HI> and <HI>Vandall,</HI> till you be &s;ummed a|gaine, velvets and &s;carlets, annointed with gold lace, and cloth of &s;ilver turned into <HI>Spani&s;h</HI> Cottens for a pennance, wits bla&s;ted with your bulls, and Tavernes withered, as though the tearme lay at S. <HI>Albones.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gentlemen you have &s;poken long, and levill, I be&s;eech you take breath a while and here me; you imagine now, by the twirling of your &s;trings, that J am at the la&s;t, as al&s;o that my friends are flowne like Swallowes after Sum|mer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>And that I have no more in this poore pannier, to rai&s;e me up againe above your rents Vncle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>All this I doe beleeve.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have no minde to better me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes co&s;en, and to that end I come, and once more offer you all that my power is ma&s;ter off.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Amatch then, lay me downe fiftie pound there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>There it is &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>And on it write, that you are plea&s;ed to give this, as due unto my merit, without caution of land redeeming, tedious thankes, or thrift hereafter to be hoped for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? <STAGE>Luce layes a &s;uite and letter at the doore.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Without dareing, when you are drunke, to relli&s;h of revilings, to which you are prone in &s;acke Vncle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thanke you &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come away, let the young wanton play a while, away I &s;ay &s;ir, let him goe forward with his naked fa&s;hion, he will &s;eeke you to morrow; goodly weather, &s;ul|trie hot, &s;ultry, how I &s;weate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vncl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewell &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="20">
<SPEAKER>Vnc,</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewell &s;ir. <STAGE>Exeunt &V;ncle and Lance.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Would I &s;weat too, I am mon&s;trous vext, and cold too; and the&s;e are but thinne pumpes to walke the &s;teetes in; cloathes I mu&s;t get, this fa&s;hion will not fadge with me, be&s;ides, tis an ill Winter weare, &mdash; What art thou? yes, they are cloathes, and rich ones, &s;ome foole has left um: and if I &s;hould utter &mdash; whats this paper here; let the&s;e be only worne, by the mo&s;t noble and de&s;erving Gentleman <HI>Vallen|tine,</HI>&mdash;dropt out oth' cloudes; I thinke they are full of gold too; well Ile leave my wonder, and be warme agen, in the next hou&s;e Ile &s;hift. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD><HI>Actus</HI> 4.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>Scaena</HI> 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Fran&s;ci&s;co, Vncle, and Lance.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVHy doe you deale thus with him tis unnobly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace co&s;en peace, you are to tender of him, he mu&s;t be dealt thus with, he mu&s;t be cured thus, the violence of his di&s;ea&s;e <HI>Franci&s;co,</HI> mu&s;t not be je&s;ted with, tis growne infectious, and now &s;trong cora&s;ives mo&s;t cure him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Has had a &s;tinger, has eaten off his Cloathes, the next his skinne comes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>And let it &s;earch him to the bones, tis better, twill make him feele it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where be his noble friends now? will his fanta|&s;ticall opinions cloath him, or the learned Art of having no|thing feede him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>It mu&s;t needes greedely, for all his friends have flung him off, he is naked, and where to skinne him&s;elfe agen, if I know, or can devi&s;e how he &s;hould get him&s;elfe lodging, his &s;pirit mu&s;t be bowed, and now we have him, have him at that we hoped for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Next time we meete him cracking of Nuts, with halfe a clocke about him, for all meanes are cut off, or bor|rowing &s;ixe pence, to &s;hew his bountie in the pottage Ordi|dinary.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Which way went he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox, Why &s;hould you aske after him, you have beene trim'd already, let him take his fortune, he &s;punne it
<PB REF="20"> out him&s;elfe, &s;ir, theres no pitty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;ides &s;ome good to you now from this mi&s;erie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ri&s;e upon his ruines, fie, fie, Vncle, fie hone&s;t <HI>Lance,</HI> tho&s;e Gentlemen were ba&s;e people, that could &s;o &s;oone take fire to his de&s;truction.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are a foole, you are a foole, a young man.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter &V;allentine.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Morrow Vncle, morrow <HI>Francke</HI> &s;weete <HI>Francke,</HI> and how; and how dee, thinke now, how &s;how matters; morrow Bandogge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>How?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is this man naked, for&s;aken of his friends.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thar't han&s;ome <HI>Francke,</HI> a pretty Gentleman, ifaith thou looke&s;t well, and yet here may be tho&s;e that looke as han&s;ome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure he can conjure, and has the devill for his taylor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>New and rich, tis mo&s;t impo&s;&s;ible he &s;hould recover.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give him this lucke, and fling him into the Sea.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis not he, imagination cannot worke this miracle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, yes, tis he, I will a&s;&s;ure you Vncle, the very he, the he your wi&s;dome plaid withall, I thanke you fort, neyed at his nakednes, and made his cold and poverty, your pa&s;time; you &s;ee I live, and the be&s;t can doe no more Vncle, and though I have no &s;tate, I keepe the &s;treetes &s;till; and take my plea&s;ure in the towne, like a poore Gentleman, weare clothes to keepe me warme, poore things they &s;erve me, can make a &s;how too if I li&s;t, yes Vncle, and ring a peale in my pockets, ding dong, Vncle, the&s;e are mad fooli&s;h wayes, but who can helpe um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am amazed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile &s;ell my coppyhold, for &s;ince there are &s;uch excellent new nothings, why &s;hould I labour, is there no fairy haunts him, no rat, nor no old woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are <HI>Vallentine.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thinke &s;o, I cannot tell, I have beene cald &s;o, and &s;ome &s;ay chri&s;tened, why doe you wonder at me, and &s;well, as if you had met a &s;arjeant fa&s;ting, did you ever know de&s;ert want, yare fooles, a little &s;toope, there may be to allay him, he would grow too ranke el&s;e, a &s;mall eclip&s;e, to &s;haddow him, but out hee mu&s;t breake, glowingly againe, and with a great lu&s;ter, looke you Vncle, motion, and Maje&s;ty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am confounded.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am of his faith.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="21">
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Walke by his carele&s;&s;e kin&s;man, and turne againe and walke, and looke thus Vncle, taking &s;ome one by the hand, he loves be&s;t, leave them to the mercy of the hog market, come <HI>Franke,</HI> Fortune is now my friend, let me in&s;truct thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good morrow Vncle, I mu&s;t needes goe with him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Flay me, and turne me out where none inhabits, with|in two houres, I &s;hall be thus againe, now wonder on, and laugh at your owne ignorance. <STAGE>Ex. Vall. &amp; Franck.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I doe beleeve him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>So doe I, and heartily upon my con&s;cience bury him &s;tarke naked, he would ri&s;e againe, within two houres im|broidered: &s;ow mu&s;terd &s;eedes, and they cannot come up &s;o thicke as his new &s;attens doe, and clothes of &s;ilver, theres no &s;triving.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let him play a while then, and lets &s;earch out what hand: &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I there the game lyes. <STAGE>Exeunt</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Fountaine, Bellamore and Harebraine.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come lets &s;peake for our &s;elves, we have lodg'd him &s;ure enough, his nakedne&s;&s;e dare not peepe out to cro&s;&s;e us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bel.</SPEAKER>
<P>We can have no admittance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lets in boldly, and u&s;e our be&s;t arts, who &s;he daines to favour, we are all content.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun.</SPEAKER>
<P>Much good may doe her with him, no civill warres.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bel.</SPEAKER>
<P>By no meanes, now doe I wonder in what old tod Ivy hee lies whi&s;tling for meanes, nor clothes hee has none, nor none will tru&s;t him, we have made that &s;ide &s;ure, teach him a new wooing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say it is his Vncles &s;pite.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is all one Gentlemen, 'tas rid us of a faire incum|brance, and makes us looke about to our owne fortunes. Who are the&s;e. <STAGE>Enter I&s;abell and Luce.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;ee this man yet, well, I &s;hall be wi&s;er: but <HI>Luce</HI> did&s;t ever know a woman melt &s;o, &s;he is finely hurt to hunt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace, the three &s;uitors.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I could &s;o titter now and laugh, I was lo&s;t <HI>Luce,</HI> and I mu&s;t love, I know not what; O <HI>Cupid,</HI> what pretty gins thou ha&s;t to halter woodcockes, and we mu&s;t into the Countrey in all ha&s;t <HI>Luce.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>For heavens &s;ake Mi&s;tris.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay I have done, I mu&s;t laugh though, but &s;choller, I &s;hall teach you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis her &s;i&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="21">
<SPEAKER>Bell.</SPEAKER>
<P>Save you Ladies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faire met Gentlemen, you are vi&s;iting my &s;i&s;ter, I a&s;&s;ure my &s;elfe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>We would faine ble&s;&s;e our eyes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Behold and welcome, you would &s;ee her:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis our bu&s;ine&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall &s;ee her, and you &s;hall talke with her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shee will not &s;ee um, nor &s;pend a word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile make her fret a thou&s;and, nay now I have found the &s;cab, I will &s;o &s;cratch her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>She cannot endure um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>She loves um but too dearely, come follow me, Ile bring you toth party Gentlemen, then make your owne conditions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>She is &s;icke you know.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile make her well, or kill her, and take no idle an&s;wer, you are fooles then, nor &s;tand off for her &s;tate, &s;heele &s;corne you all then, but urge her &s;till, and though &s;he fret, &s;till follow her, a widdow mu&s;t be wonne &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bel.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shee &s;peakes bravely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would faine have a brother in law, I love mens com|pany, and if &s;he call for dinner to avoide you, be &s;ure you &s;tay, follow her into her chamber, if &s;he retire to pray, pray with her, and boldly, like hone&s;t lovers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>This will kill her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have &s;howed us one way, do but lend the tother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know you &s;tand a thornes, come Ile di&s;patch you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you live after this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have lo&s;t my ayme.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Vallentine and Fran&s;ci&s;co.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did you not &s;ee um &s;ince.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>No hang um, hang um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor will you not be &s;eene by um:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let um a|lone <HI>Francke,</HI> Ile make um their owne ju&s;tice, and a jerker.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Such ba&s;e di&s;curteous dogge whelpes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall dogge um, and double dog um, ere I have done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you goe with me, for I would faine finde out this peece of bountie it was the widdows man, that I am cer|taine of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>To what end would you goe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>To give thankes &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang giving thankes, ha&s;t not thou parts de&s;erves it, it includes to a further will to be beholding, beggers can doe no more at doores, if you will goe there lies your way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="22">
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope you will goe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>No not in ceremony, and to a woman, with mine owne father, were hee living <HI>Francke;</HI> I would toth Court with beares fir&s;t, if it be that wench, I thinke it is, for tothers wi&s;er, I would not be &s;o lookt upon, and laught at, &s;o made a ladder for her wit, to climbe upon, for tis the tarte&s;t wit in Chri&s;tendome, I know her well <HI>Francke,</HI> and have buckled with her, &s;o lickt, and &s;troakt, fleard upon, and flouted, and &s;howne to Chambermaides, like a &s;trange bea&s;t, &s;he had pur|cha&s;ed with her penny.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are a &s;trange man, but doe you thinke it was a woman</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Theres no doubt out, who can be there to doe it el&s;e, be&s;ides the manner of the circum&s;tances.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then &s;uch courte&s;ies, who ever does um &s;ir, &s;aving your owne wi&s;dome, mu&s;t be more lookt into, and better an|&s;werd, then with de&s;erving &s;lights, or what we ought to have conferd upon us, men may &s;tarve el&s;e, meanes are not gotton now, with crying out I am a gallant fellow, a good &s;ouldier, a man of learning, or fit to be employed, immediate ble&s;&s;ings, cea&s;e like miracles, and we mu&s;t grow, by &s;econd meanes, I pray goe with me, even as you love me &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will come to thee, but <HI>Francke,</HI> I will not &s;tay to heare your fopperies, di&s;patch tho&s;e ere I come.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>You will not faile me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some two houres hence expect me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thanke you, and will looke for you. <STAGE>Exeunt</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Widdow, Shortho&s;e, and Roger.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who let me in the&s;e puppies, you blinde ra&s;cals, you drunken knaves &s;everall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes for&s;ooth, Ile let um in pre&s;ently,&mdash;gentlemen,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Spercious you blowne pudding, you bawling rogue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>I bawle as loud as I can, would you have me fetch um upon my backe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Get um out ra&s;call, out with um, out, I &s;weate to have um neare me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hould &s;weate more to carry um out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rog.</SPEAKER>
<P>They are Gentlemen Madam:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall we get um intoth butterie, and make um drinke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe any thing, &s;o I be ea&s;ed.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB REF="22"><HI>Enter I&s;abel, Fount, Bella, Hare.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now too her &s;ir, feare nothing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Slip a &s;ide boy, I know &s;hee loves um, how&s;oere &s;hee carries it, and has invited um, my young Mi&s;tris told me &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away to tables then. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall bur&s;t with the &s;port ont.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are too curious Madam, too full of preparation, we expect it not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bella.</SPEAKER>
<P>Me thinkes the hou&s;e is han&s;ome, every place decent, what neede you be &s;o vext.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>We are no &s;trangers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun,</SPEAKER>
<P>What though we come ere you expected us, doe not we know your entertainements Madam are free, and full at all times.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are merry Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ball.</SPEAKER>
<P>We come to be merry Madam, and very merry, me~ live to laugh heartily, and now and then Lady a little of our old plea.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am bu&s;ie, and very bu&s;ie too, will none deliver me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>There is a time for all, you may be bu&s;ie, but when your friends come, you have as much power Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is a tedious torment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun.</SPEAKER>
<P>How han&s;omely this title peece of anger &s;hewes up|on her, well Madam well, you know not how to grace your &s;elfe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bella.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay every thing &s;he does breedes a new &s;weetne&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t goe up, I mu&s;t goe up, I have a bu&s;ine&s;&s;e waites upon me, &s;ome wine for the Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, weele goe with you, we never &s;aw your cham|bers yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>J&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold there boyes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say I goe to my prayers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun.</SPEAKER>
<P>Weele pray with you, and helpe your meditations.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid,</SPEAKER>
<P>This is boy&s;trous, or &s;ay I goe to &s;leepe, will you goe te &s;leepe with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bel.</SPEAKER>
<P>So &s;uddenly before meate will bee dangerous, wee know your dinners ready Lady, you will not &s;leepe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give me my Coach, I will take the aire,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>Weele waite on you, and then your meate after a quickned &s;tomacke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let it alone, and call my &s;teward to mee, and bid him
<PB REF="23"> bring his recknings into the Orchard, the&s;e unmannerly rude puppies&mdash; <STAGE>Exit widdow.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun.</SPEAKER>
<P>Weele walke after you and view the plea&s;ure of the place.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let her not re&s;t, for if you give her breath, &s;heele &s;corne and floute you, &s;eeme how &s;he will, this is the way to winne her, be bold and pro&s;per.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bella.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay if we doe not tire her.&mdash; <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile teach you to worme me good Lady &s;i&s;ter, and peepe into my privacies, to &s;u&s;pect me, Ile torture you, with that you hate mo&s;t daintily, and when I have done that, laugh at that you love mo&s;t. <STAGE>Enter Luce.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>What have you done, &s;hee chafes and fumes outragi|ou&s;ly, and &s;till they per&s;ecute her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Long may they doe &s;o, Ile teach her to declaime again&s;t my pitties, why is &s;hee not gone out oth' towne, but gives occa&s;ion for men to run mad after her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall be hanged.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>This in me had beene high trea&s;on, three at a time, and private in her Orchard, I hope &s;heele ca&s;t her reckonings right now. <STAGE>Enter Widdow.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I &s;hall finde who brought um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, ha, ha.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why doe you laugh &s;i&s;ter, I feare me tis your tricke, twas neatly done of you, and well becomes your plea&s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>What have you done with um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lockt um ith Orchard, there Ile make um dance and caper too, before they get their liberty, unmannerly rude pup|pies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>They are &s;omewhat &s;aucy, but yet Ile let um out, and once more hound um, why were they not beaten out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was about it, but becau&s;e they came as &s;uiters.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why did you not an&s;wer um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>They are &s;o impudent they will receive none: More yet, how came the&s;e in.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Fran&s;ci&s;co and Lance.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>At the doore Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is that face.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is the Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shee &s;ent the money too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="23">
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>The &s;ame.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile leave you, they have &s;ome bu&s;ine&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay you &s;hall &s;tay &s;i&s;ter, they are &s;trangers both to me: how her face alters.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;orry he comes now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am glad he is here now though. who would you &s;peake with Gentlemen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>You Lady, or your faire &s;i&s;ter there, heres a Gentleman, that has received a benefit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>From whom &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>From one of you, as he &s;uppo&s;es Madam, your man delivered it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I pray goe forward.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>And of &s;o great a goodne&s;&s;e, that he dares not, with|out the tender of his thankes and &s;ervice, pa&s;&s;e by the hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Which is the Gentleman?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whats your name Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>They that know me call me <HI>Fran&s;ci&s;co</HI> Lady, one not &s;o proud to &s;corne, &s;o timely a benefit, nor &s;o wretched, to hide a gratitude.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is well be&s;towed then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your faire &s;elfe, or your &s;i&s;ter as it &s;eemes, for what de&s;ert I dare not know, unle&s;&s;e a han&s;ome &s;ubject for your charities, or aptne&s;&s;e in your noble wils to doe it, have &s;how|red upon my wants, a timely bounty, which makes me rich in thankes, my be&s;t inheritance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;orry twas not mine, this is the Gentlewoman-fie doe not blu&s;h, goe roundly to the matter, the man is a pret|tie man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have three fine ones.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then to you deare Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I pray no more Sir, if I may per&s;wade you, your onely aptne&s;&s;e to doe this is recompence, and more then I expected.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>But good Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>And for me further to be acquainted with it, be&s;ides the imputation of vaine glory, were greedie thankings of my &s;elfe, I did it not to be more affected to; I did it, and if it hap|pened where I thought it fitted, I have my end, more to en|quire is curious in either of us, more then that &s;u&s;picious:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>But gentle Ladie, twill be nece&s;&s;ary.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>About the right way nothing, doe not fright it, being
<PB REF="24"> to pious u&s;e and tender &s;ighted, with the blown face of com|plements, it bla&s;ts it had you not come at all, but thought thankes; it had beene too much, twas not to &s;ee your per&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>A brave di&s;&s;embling rogue, and how &s;he carries it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Though I beleeve few hand&s;omer; or heare you, though I affect a good tongue well; or try you, though my yeares de&s;ire a friend, that I relieved you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>A plaguie cunning queane.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>For &s;o I carryed it, my ends too glorious in mine eies, and bartred the goodne&s;&s;e I propounded with opinion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Feare her not Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>You cannot catch me &s;i&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you both teach, and tie my tongue up Lady?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let it &s;uffice you have it, it was never mine, whil&s;t good men wanted it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is a Saint &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>And if you be not &s;uch a one re&s;tore it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>To commend my &s;elfe were more officious, then you thinke my thankes are, to doubt I may be worth your gift a trea&s;on, both to mine owne good, and under&s;tanding, I know my mind cleare, and though mode&s;ty tels me, he that intreates intrudes, yet I mu&s;t thinke &s;omething, and of &s;ome &s;ea&s;on, met with your better ta&s;te, this had not beene el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>What ward for that Wench.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas it never touched me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran,</SPEAKER>
<P>Well gentle Ladie, yours is the fir&s;t money I ever tooke upon a forced ill manners.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>The la&s;t of me, if ever you u&s;e other.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>How may I doe, and your way to be thought a grate|full taker.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Spend it and &s;ay nothing, your mode&s;tie may de&s;erve more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>O &s;i&s;ter, will you barre thankefullne&s;&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dogges dance for meate, would you have men doe wor&s;e, for they can &s;peake, cry out like Woodmongers, good deeds by the hundreds, I did it that my be&s;t friend &s;hould not know it, wine and vaine glory does as much as I el&s;e, if you will force my merit, again&s;t my meaning, u&s;e it in well be&s;towing it, in &s;howing it came to be a benefit, and was &s;o; and not examining a woman did it, or to what end, in not be|leeving
<PB REF="24"> &s;ometimes your &s;elfe, when drinke and &s;tirring con|ver&s;ation may ripen &s;trange per&s;wa&s;ions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gentle Lady, J were a ba&s;e receiver of a curte&s;ie, and you a wor&s;e di&s;po&s;er, were my nature unfurni&s;hed of the&s;e fore&s;ights, Ladies honours were ever in my thoughts, un&s;potted crimes, their good deedes holy temples, where the incen&s;e burnes not, to common eyes your feares are vertuous, and &s;o I &s;hall pre&s;erve um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Keepe but this way, and from this place to tell me &s;o, you have paid me; and &s;o J wi&s;h you &s;ee all fortune. <STAGE>Ex.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>feare not the woman will be thanked, I doe not doubt it, are you &s;o crafty, carry it &s;o preci&s;ely, this is to wake my feares, or to abu&s;e mee, I &s;hall looke narrowly, de&s;paire not Gentlemen, there is an houre to catch a woman in, if you be wi&s;e, &s;o, I mu&s;t leave you too; now will I goe laugh at my &s;uitors. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir what courage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>This woman is a founder, and &s;cites &s;tatutes to all her benefits.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I never knew yet, &s;o few yeares and &s;o cunning, yet beleeve me &s;he has an itch, but how to make her confe&s;&s;e it, for it is a crafty tit, and playes about you, will not bite home, &s;he would faine, but &s;he dares not; carry your &s;elfe but &s;o di&s;|creetely Sir, that want or wantonne&s;&s;e &s;eeme not to &s;earch you, and you &s;hall &s;ee her open.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I do love her, and were I rich, would give two thou|&s;and pound to wed her wit but one houre, oh tis a dragon, and &s;uch a &s;pritely way of plea&s;ure, ha <HI>Lance.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your ha <HI>Lance</HI> broken once, you would cry, ho, ho, <HI>Lance.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some leaden landed rogue, will have this Wench now, when alls done, &s;ome &s;uch youth will carry her, and weare her grea&s;ie out like &s;tuffe, &s;ome dunce that knowes no more but Markets, and admires nothing but a long charge at &s;i&s;es: O the fortunes.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter I&s;abel and Luce.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Comfort your &s;elfe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>They are here yet, and a love too, boldly upont, Nay Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e, I &s;till told you, how 'would finde your tru&s;t, this
<PB REF="25">
<GAP DESC="duplicate" EXTENT="1 page">
<PB REF="25">
<GAP DESC="duplicate" EXTENT="1 page">
<PB REF="26"> tis to venture your charitie upon a boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, whats the matter? &s;tand fa&s;t, and like your &s;elfe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prethee no more wench.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>What was his want to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or mi&s;ery, or &s;ay he had beene ith' Cage, was there no mercy to looke abroad but yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am paid for fooling.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mu&s;t every &s;light companion that can purcha&s;e a &s;hew of povertie and beggerly planet fall under your com|pa&s;&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lance.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heres a new matter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay you are &s;erved but too well, here he &s;taies yet, yet as I live.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>How her face alters on me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Out of a confidence I hope.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am glad ont.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>How doe you gentle Lady?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Much a&s;hamed &s;ir, but fir&s;t &s;tand further off me y'are infectious to finde &s;uch vanitie, nay almo&s;t impudence where I beleeve a worth: is this your thankes, the gratitude you were &s;o mad to make me, your trimme councell Gentlemen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lanc.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Lady?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take your device agen, it will not &s;erve &s;ir, the wo|man will not bite, you are finely co&s;ened, droppe it no more for &s;hame.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe you thinke you are here &s;ir among&s;t your wa&s;t|coateers. your ba&s;e Wenches that &s;cratch at &s;uch occa&s;ions; you are deluded; This is a Gentlewoman of a noble hou&s;e, borne to a better fame than you can build her, and eyes above your pitch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I doe acknowledge&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I be&s;eech you &s;ir, what could &s;ee, &s;peake boldly, and &s;peake truely, &s;hame the devill, in my behaviour of &s;uch ea&s;ine&s;&s;e that you dur&s;t venture to doe this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>You amaze me, this Ring is none of mine, nor did I droppe it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luce.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;aw you droppe it &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tooke it up too, &s;till looking when your mode&s;ty &s;hould mi&s;&s;e it, why what a childi&s;h part was this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>J vow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Vow me no vowes, he that dares doe this, has bred him&s;elfe to boldne&s;&s;e, to for&s;weare too; there take your gu|gaw you are too much pampered, and I repent my part, as
<PB REF="26"> you grow older grow wi&s;er if you can, and &s;o farewell &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit I&s;abella and Luce.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Grow wi&s;er if you can, &s;hee has put it to you, tis a rich Ring, did you droppe it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never, nere &s;ee it afore <HI>Lance.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thereby hangs a taile then: what &s;light &s;hee makes to catch her &s;elfe, looke up &s;ir, you cannot lo&s;e her if you would, how daintily &s;he flies upon the lure, and cunningly &s;he makes her &s;toppes, whi&s;tle and &s;he'le come to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would I were &s;o happie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Maids are clockes, the greate&s;t wheele they &s;how, goes &s;lowe&s;t to us, and makes hang on tedious hopes the le&s;|&s;er, which are concealed being often oyl'd with wi&s;hes flee like de&s;ires, and never leave that motion, till the tongue &s;trikes; &s;he is fle&s;h, blood, and marrow, young as her pur|po&s;e, and &s;oft as pitty; no Monument to wor&s;hip, but a mould to make men in, a neate one, and I know how ere &s;he appeares now, which is neare enough, you are &s;tarke blinde if you hit not &s;oone at night; &s;hee would venture fortie pounds more but to feele a flea in your &s;hape bite her: drop no more Rings for&s;ooth, this was the prettie&s;t thing to know her heart by.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou put&s;t me in much comfort.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Put your &s;elfe in good comfort, if &s;hee doe not point you out the way, droppe no more rings, &s;he'le droppe her &s;elfe into you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I wonder my brother comes not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let him alone, and feede your &s;elfe on your owne fortunes; come be frolicke, and lets be mon&s;trous wi&s;e and full of councell, droppe no more Ringes. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Widdow, Fountaine, Bellamore, Harebraine.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you will needes be fool &s;h you mu&s;t be u&s;ed &s;o: who &s;ent for you? who entertained you Gentlemen? who bid you welcome hether? you came crowding, and impu|dently bold; pre&s;&s;e on my patience, as if I kept a hou&s;e for all Companions, and of all &s;orts; will have you wills, will 'vexe me and force my liking from you, I never owed you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fount.</SPEAKER>
<P>For all this we will dine with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bell.</SPEAKER>
<P>And for all this will have a better an&s;wer from you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall never, neither have a an&s;wer nor dinner,
<PB REF="27"> unle&s;&s;e you u&s;e me with a more &s;taid re&s;pect, and &s;tay your time too. <STAGE>Enter I&s;abella, Shortho&s;e, Roger, Humphrey, Ralph, with di&s;hes of meate.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Forward with the meate now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come gentlemen march fairely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Roger,</HI> you are a weake Servingman, your white broath runnes from you; fie, how I &s;weate under this pile of Beefe; an Elephant can doe more, oh for &s;uch a backe now, and in the&s;e times, what might a man arrive at; Goo&s;e gra&s;e you up, and Woodcocke march behinde thee, I am al|mo&s;t foundred.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who bid you bring the meate yet? away you knaves, J will not dine the&s;e two houres, how am I vext and chafed; goe carry it backe and tell the Cooke, hee's an arrant Ra&s;call, to &s;end before I called.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faces about Gentlemen, beate a mournefull march then, and give &s;ome &s;upporters, or e&s;&s;e I peri&s;h&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt Servants.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>It does me much good to &s;ee her chafe thus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wee can &s;tay Madame, and will &s;tay and dwell here, tis good Ayre.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fonn.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know you have beds enough, and meate you ne|ver want.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You want a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bell.</SPEAKER>
<P>We dare to pretend on, &s;ince you are curli&s;h, wee'le give you phy&s;icke, you mu&s;t purge this anger, it burnes you and decaies you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I had you out once I would be at charge of a per|cullis for you. <STAGE>Enter Vallantine.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good morrow noble Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good morrow &s;ir, how &s;weetly now he lookes, and how full manly, what &s;laves was the&s;e to u&s;e him &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>I come to looke a young man I call brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Such a one was here &s;ir, as I remember your owne brother, but gone almo&s;t an houre agoe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>God e'n then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t not &s;o &s;oone &s;ir, here be &s;ome Gentlemen, it may be you are acquainted with um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will nothing make him mi&s;erable?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun.</SPEAKER>
<P>How glorious!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="27">
<SPEAKER>Bell.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is the very he, does it faine fortunes, or has hee a familliar.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hare.</SPEAKER>
<P>How doggedly he lookes too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Foun.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am beyond my faith, pray lets be going.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where are the&s;e Gentlemen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes I know um and will be more famillier.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bell.</SPEAKER>
<P>Morrow Maddam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid,</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay &s;tay and dine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall &s;tay till I talke with you, and not dine neither, but fa&s;tingly my fury, you thinke you have undone me, thinke &s;o &s;till, and &s;wallow that beleefe, till you be com|pany for Court-hand Clarkes, and &s;tarved Atturneyes, till you breake in at playes like Prenti&s;es for three a groat, and cracke nuts with the &s;c ollers in penny Roomes agen, and fight for Apples, till you returne to what I found you, people betrai'd into the hands of Fencers, Challengers, Toothdrawers bills, and tedious Proclamations in Meale-markets, with thron|gings to &s;ee Cutpur&s;es: &s;tirre not, but heare, and marke, Ile cut your throates el&s;e, till Waterworkes, and rumours of new Rivers rid you againe and runne you into que&s;tions who built Theamea, till you runne mad for Lotteries, and &s;tand there with your tables to gleane the golden &s;enten&s;es, and cite um &s;ecretly to Servingmen for &s;ound E&s;&s;ayes, till Tavernes allow you but a Towell roome to tipple in wine that the Bell hath gone for twice, and gla&s;&s;es that looke like broken promi&s;es, tied up with wicker prote&s;tations, Engli&s;h Tobacco with halfe pipes, nor in halfe a yeare once burnt, and Bisket that Bawdes have rubb'd their gummes upon like Curralls to bring the marke againe; tell the&s;e houre ra&s;calls &s;o, this mo&s;t fatall houre will come againe, thinke I &s;it downe the loo&s;er.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you &s;tay Gentlemen, a peece of beefe and a cold Capon, thats all, you know you are welcome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hum.</SPEAKER>
<P>That was ca&s;t to abu&s;e us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bell.</SPEAKER>
<P>Steale off, the devill is in his anger.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay I am &s;ure you will not leave me &s;o di&s;curte|ou&s;ly now I have provided for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>What doe you heare? why doe vexe a woman of her goodne&s;&s;e, her &s;tate and worth; can you bring a faire certi|ficate
<PB REF="28"> that you de&s;erve to be her footemen; husbands, you puppies, husbands for Whores and Bawdes, away you wind|&s;uckers; doe not looke bigge, nor prate, nor &s;tay, nor grum|ble, and when you are gone &s;eeme to laugh at my fury, and &s;light this Lady, I &s;hall heare, and know this: and though I am not bound to fight for women, as farre as they are good I dare pre&s;erve um: be not too bold, for if you be Ile &s;winge you, Ile &s;winge you mon&s;trou&s;ty without all pitty, your honours now goe, avoide me mainely. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;ir, you have delivered me, I thanke you, and with your noblene&s;&s;e prevented danger their tongues might utter, will all goe and eate &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, no, I dare not tru&s;t my &s;elfe with women, goe to your meate, eate little, take le&s;&s;e ea&s;e, and tie your body to a daily labour, you may live hone&s;tly, and &s;o I thank you. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well goe thy wayes, thou art a noble fellow, and &s;ome meanes I mu&s;t worke to have thee know it. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD><HI>Actus</HI> 5.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>Scaen.</HI> 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter &V;ncle and Merchant.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>MO&s;t certaine tis, her hands that hold him up, and her &s;i&s;ter relieves <HI>Franke.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am glad to heare it: but wherefore doe they not pur&s;ue this fortune to &s;ome faire end?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>The women are too craftie, <HI>&V;ellentine</HI> too coy, and <HI>Franke</HI> too ba&s;hfull, had any wi&s;e man hold of &s;uch a ble&s;|&s;ing, they would &s;trick it out oth' flint but they would forme it. <STAGE>Enter Widdow and Shortho&s;e.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Widdow &s;ure, why does &s;he &s;tirre &s;o earely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis &s;trange, I cannot force him to under&s;tand mee, and make a benefit, of what J would bring him, tell my &s;i&s;ter ile u&s;e any devotions at home this morning, &s;hee may if &s;hee plea&s;e goe to Church.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hay ho.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>And doe you waite upon her with a torch &s;ir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hay ho.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="28">
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You la&s;ie knave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here is &s;uch a tincle tanklings that we can nerelie quiet, and &s;leepe our prayers out, <HI>Ralph</HI> pray emptie my right &s;hooe that you made your Chamberpot, and burne a little Ro&s;emary int, I mu&s;t waite upon my Lady. This morning Prayer has brought me into a con&s;umption, I have nothing left but fle&s;h and bones about me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You drou&s;ie &s;lave, nothing but &s;leepe and &s;willing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Had you beene bitten with bandogge fleaes, as I have beene, and haunted with the night Mare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>With an Alepot.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>You would have little li&s;t to morning Prayers, pray take my fellow <HI>Ralph,</HI> hee has a P&s;alme booke, I am an ingrum man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Get you ready quickly, and when &s;he is ready waite upon her han&s;omely; no more, be gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I doe &s;nore my part out&mdash; <STAGE>Exit Short.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now to our purpo&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good morrow Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good morrow Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good joy and fortune.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e are good things, and worth my thankes, I thanke you &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Much joy I hope you'le finde, we came to gratulate, your new knit marriage band.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>How?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hes a Gentleman although he be my kin&s;man, my faire Neece.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Neece Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Lady, now I may &s;ay &s;o, tis no &s;hame to you, I &s;ay a Gentleman, and winking at &s;ome light fancies, which you mo&s;t happily may affect him for, as bravely carried, as nobly bred and managed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid,</SPEAKER>
<P>Whats all this, I under&s;tand you not, what Neece, what marriage knot.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile tell plainely, you are my Neece, and <HI>Vallentine</HI> the Gentleman has made you &s;o by marriage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marriage?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="29">
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Lady, and twas a noble and a vertuous part, to take a falling man to your protection, and bay him up againe to all his glories.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>The men are mad.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>What though he wanted the&s;e outward things, that flie away like &s;hadowes; was not his minde a full one, and a brave one, you have wealth enough to give him glo&s;&s;e, and out&s;ide; and he wit enough to give way to love a Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I ever thought he would doe well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, I knew how ever he wheel'd about like a loo&s;e Cabine, he would charge home at length, like a brave Gen|tleman, heavens ble&s;&s;ing a your heart Lady, wee are &s;o bound to honour you, in all your &s;ervice &s;o devoted to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe not looke &s;o &s;trange Widdow it mu&s;t be knowne, better a generall joy; no &s;tirring here yet, come, come you cannot hide um.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray be not impudent, the&s;e are the fine&s;t toyes, be|like I am married then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are in a mi&s;erable e&s;tate in the worlds account el&s;e, I would not for your wealth it come to doubting.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I am great with child?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>No; great they &s;ay not, but tis a full opinion you are with childe, and great joy among the Gentlemen, your husband hath be&s;tirred him&s;elfe fairely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, we know his private houres of entrance, how long, and when he &s;taied, could name the bed too where hee paid downe his fir&s;t fruits.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall beleeve anon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>And we con&s;ider for &s;ome private rea&s;ons, you would have it private, yet take your owne plea&s;ure; and &s;o good morrow my be&s;t Neece, my &s;weete&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, no, pray &s;tay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know you would be with him, love him, and love him well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'le finde him noble, this may beget&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>It mu&s;t needes work upon her. <STAGE>Exit Vnc. &amp; Mer.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e are fine bobes I faith, married, and with child too, how long has this beene I trow? they &s;eeme grave fel|lowes,
<PB REF="29"> they &s;hould not come to flout; married, and bedded, the world take notice too, where lies this May game, I could be vext extreamely now, and raile too, but tis to no end, though I itch little, mu&s;t J be &s;cratcht I know not how, who waites there?</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Hum, a &s;ervant,</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hum,</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Make ready my Coach quickly, and waite you one|ly, and harke you &s;ir, be &s;ecret and &s;peedy, enquire out where he lies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ral.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall doe it Madam. <STAGE>Exit</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Married, and got with child in a dreame, tis fine ifaith, &s;ure he that did this, would doe better waking. <STAGE>Exit</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Vallentine, Fran. Lance, and a boy with a torch.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold thy Torch han&s;omely, how do&s;t thou <HI>Francke, Peter Ba&s;&s;ell,</HI> beare up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have fryed me &s;oundly, Sacke doe you call this drinke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>A &s;hrewd dogge <HI>Francke,</HI> will bite abundantly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now could I fight, and fight with thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>With me thou man of <HI>Memphis.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>But that thou art mine owne naturall Ma&s;ter, yet my &s;ackes &s;aies thou art no man, thou art a Pagan, and pawne&s;t thy land, which a noble cau&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>No armes, no armes, good <HI>Lancelet,</HI> deare <HI>Lance,</HI> no fighting here, we will have Lands boy, Livings, and Titles, thou &s;halt be a Viceroy, hang fighting, hang tis out of fa&s;hion</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would faine labour you into your lands againe, goe too, it is behoovefull.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fie <HI>Lance,</HI> fie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t beate &s;ome body, and why not my Ma&s;ter, be|fore &s;tranger, charity and beating begins at home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come thou &s;halt beate me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will not be compeld, and you were two Ma&s;ters, I &s;corne the motion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wilt thou &s;leepe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;corne &s;leepe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wilt thou goe eate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;corne meate, I come for compering, I come to waite
<PB REF="30"> upon my charge di&s;creetely, for looke you if you will not take your Morgage againe, here doe I lie Saint <HI>George,</HI> and &s;o forth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>And here doe I St. <HI>George,</HI> be&s;tride the Dragon, thus with my Lance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ting, I &s;ting with my taile.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe you &s;o, doe you &s;o Sir, I &s;hall taile you pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>By no meanes doe not hurt him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take his Nell&s;on, and now ri&s;e, thou maiden Knight of Malligo, lace on thy helmet of inchanted &s;acke, and charge againe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I play no more, you abu&s;e me, will you goe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile bid you good morrow Brother, for &s;leepe I cannot I have a thou&s;and fancies:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now thou art arived, goe bravely to the matter, and doe &s;omething of worth <HI>Francke.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall heare from us. <STAGE>Exit Lance and Frank.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>This rogue, if he had beene &s;ober, &s;ure had beaten me, is the mo&s;t tetti&s;h knave.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter &V;ncle and Merchant: May with a torch.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Men.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good morrow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;ir good morrow to you too, and you be &s;o lu&s;ty</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have made your brother a fine man, we met him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>I made him a fine Gentleman, he was a foole before, brought up among&s;t the mid&s;t of &s;mall beere Brue-hou&s;es, what would you have with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>I come to tell you, your late&s;t houre is come.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you my &s;entence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>The &s;entence of your &s;tate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let it be hangd then, and let it be hangd hie enough, I may not &s;ee it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>A gratious re&s;olution.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>What would you el&s;e with me, will you goe drinke, and let the world &s;lide Vncle, ha, ha, ha, boyes, drinke &s;acke like whey boyes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you no feeling &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come hither Merchant: Make me a &s;upper, thou mo&s;t
<PB REF="30"> reverent Land catcher, a &s;upper of forty pound.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>What then &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then bring thy wife along, and thy faire &s;i&s;ters, thy neighbours and their wives, and all their trinkets, let me have forty trumpets, and &s;uch wine, weele laugh at all the mi&s;eries of morgage, and then in &s;tate Ile render thee an an&s;wer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ay to this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc,</SPEAKER>
<P>I dare not &s;ay nor thinke neither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you redeeme your &s;tate, &s;peake to the point &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not, not if it were mine heire in the Turkes gallies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I mu&s;t take an order.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take a thou&s;and, J will not keepe it, not thou &s;halt not have it, becau&s;e thou came&s;t ith nick, thou &s;halt not have it, goe take po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion, and be &s;ure you hold it, hold fa&s;t with both hands, for there be tho&s;e hounds uncoupled, will ring you &s;uch a knell, goe downe in glory, and march upon my Land, and cry alls mine, cry as the devil did, and be the devill, marke what an eccho followes, build fine Marchpanes, to entertaine Sir Silkeworme and his Lady, and pull the Chappell downe, to rai&s;e a Chamber for Mi&s;tris Silver in, to lay her belly in, marke what an Earthquake comes, then fooli&s;h Merchant my tennants are no &s;ubjects, they obey nothing, and they are people too, never Chri&s;tned, they know no law, nor con&s;ci|ence, theile devoure thee: and thou mortall the &s;tople, theile confound thee, within three dayes; no bit nor memory of what thou wert, no not the wart upon thy no&s;e there, &s;hall be ere heard of more, goe take po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion, and bring thy chil|dren downe, to ro&s;t like rabbits, they love young toa&s;ts, and butter, Bowbell &s;uckers; as they love mi&s;chiefe, and hate law, they are Canibals: bring downe thy kindred too, that be not fruitfull, there be tho&s;e Mandrakes, that will mollifie um, goe take po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion, Ile goe to my Chamber, afore boy goe. <STAGE>Exeu.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hees mad &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hees halfe drunke &s;ure, and yet I like this unwilling|ne&s;&s;e to loo&s;e it this looking backe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes if he did it han&s;omely, but hees &s;o har&s;h, &amp; &s;trange</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Beleeve it tis his drinke &s;ir, and I am glad his drinke has thru&s;t it out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="31">
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cannibals; if ever I come to view his regements, if faire termes may be had.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hee tels you true &s;ir; They are a bunch of the mo&s;t boy&s;trous ra&s;calls di&s;order ever made, let um be mad once, the power of the whole Country cannot coole um, be patient but a while.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>As long as you will &s;ir, before I buy a bargaine of &s;uch runts, Ile buy a Colledge for Beares, and live among um.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Fran&s;ci&s;co, Lance, boy with a torch.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>How do&s;t thou now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Better then I was, and &s;traighter, but my heads a hogs|head &s;till, it rowles and tumbles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou wert cruelly paid.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I may live to requite it, put a &s;naffle of &s;acke in my mouth, and then ride me very well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Twas all but &s;port, Ile tell thee what I meane now, I meane to &s;ee this wench.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where a devill is &s;hee, and there were two, 'tweare better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do&s;t thou heare the bell ring.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then &s;hee comes to prayers, earely each morning thether: Now if I could but meete her, for I am of another mettle now.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter I&s;abell, and Shortho&s;e with a Torch.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>What lights yond.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, tis a light, take her by the hand and Court her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take her below the girdle, youle never &s;peed el&s;e, it comes on this way &s;till, oh that I had but &s;uch an opportuni|ty in a &s;aw pit, how it comes on, comes on, tis here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis &s;he, fortune I ki&s;&s;e thy hand&mdash;good morrow Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>What voyce is that &s;irrha, doe you &s;leepe as you goe, tis he, I am glad ont, why <HI>Shortho&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes for&s;ooth, I was dreamt, I was going to Church.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shee &s;ees you as plaine as I doe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold thy Torch up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heres nothing but a &s;tall, and a Butchers dogge a
<PB REF="31"> &s;leepe int, where did you &s;ee the voyce.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shee lookes &s;till angry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>To her and meet &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here, here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Lady, never ble&s;&s;e your &s;elfe, I am but a man, and like an hone&s;t man, now I will thanke you&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>What do you meane, who &s;ent for you, who de&s;ired you</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall I put out the Torch for&s;ooth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can I not goe about my private meditations, hay, but &s;uch companions as you mu&s;t ruffle me, you had be&s;t got with me &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Twas my purpo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why what an impudence is this, you had be&s;t, being &s;o neare the Church, provide a Prie&s;t, and per&s;wade me to mar|ry you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>It was my meaning, and &s;uch a husband, &s;o loving, and &s;o carefull, my youth, and all my fortunes &s;hall arrive at &mdash; Harke you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis &s;trange you &s;hould be thus unmannerly, turne home againe &s;irrah, you had be&s;t now force my man to leade your way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes marry &s;hall a Lady, forward my friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is a pretty Riot, it may grow to a rape.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe you like that better, I can ravi&s;h you an hundred times, and never hurt you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ee nothing, I am a&s;leepe &s;till, when you have done tell me, and then Ile wake Mi&s;tris.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you in earne&s;t Sir, doe you long to be hang'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes by my troth Lady in the&s;e faire tre&s;&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall I call out for helpe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>No by no meanes, that were a weake tricke Lady, Ile ki&s;&s;e and &s;toppe your mouth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Youle an&s;wer all the&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>A thou&s;and ki&s;&s;es more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>I was never abu&s;ed thus, you had be&s;t give out too, that you found me willing, and &s;ay I doted on you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thats knowne already, and no man living &s;hall now carry you from me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="32">
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is fine ifaith.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;hall be tenne times finer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;eeing you are &s;o valiant, keepe your way, I will to Church.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I will waite upon you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>And it is mo&s;t likely theres a Prie&s;t, if you dare ven<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="right margin cropped or obscured" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1+ letters">+ter as you profe&s;&s;e, I would wi&s;h you looke about you, to doe the&s;e rude trickes, for you know their recompences, and tru&s;t not to my mercy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I will Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>For Ile &s;o handle you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thats it I looke for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Afore thou dreame.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Short.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Goe on &s;ir, and follow if you dare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I doe not hang me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis all thine owne boy, an 'twere a million, god a mer|cy Sacke, when would &s;mall Beere have done this. <STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Knocking within. Enter Vallentine.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who&s;e that that knockes and bounces, what a devill ailes you, is hell broke loo&s;e, or doe you keepe an Iron mill.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter a &s;ervant.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ser.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis a Gentlewoman &s;ir that mu&s;t needs &s;peak with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Gentlewoman, what Gentlewoman, what have I to doe with Gentlewomen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ser.</SPEAKER>
<P>She will not be an&s;werd Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al</SPEAKER>
<P>Fling up the bed and let her in, Ile try how gentle &s;he is&mdash; <STAGE>Exit Servant.</STAGE> This &s;acke has fild my head &s;o full of bables, I am almo&s;t mad; what Gentlewoman &s;hould this be, I hope &s;he has brought me no butter print along with her to lay to my charge, if &s;he have tis all one, Ile for&s;weare it.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Widdow.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>O your a noble gallant, &s;end of your &s;ervant pray.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit Servant.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shee will not ravi&s;h mee, by this light &s;hee lookes as &s;harpe &s;et as a Sparrow hawke, what would&s;t thou woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>O you have u&s;ed me kindely, and like a Gentleman, this tis to tru&s;t to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="32">
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tru&s;t to me, for what.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e I &s;aid in jea&s;t once, you were a han&s;ome man, one I could like well, and fooling, made you beleeve I loved you, and might be brought to marry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Widdow is drunke too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You out of this which is a fine di&s;cretion, give out the matters done, you have wonne and wed mee, and that you have put fairely for an heire too, the&s;e are fine rumours to ad|vance my credit; ith name of mi&s;chiefe what did you meane.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al,</SPEAKER>
<P>That you loved me, and that you might be brought to marry me, why, what a devill doe you meane Widdow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Twas a fine tricke too, to tell the world though you had enjoyed your fir&s;t wi&s;h, you wi&s;hed the wealth you aimed at; that I was poore, which is mo&s;t true, I am, have &s;old my Lands becau&s;e I love not tho&s;e vexations, yet for mine honors &s;ake, if you mu&s;t be prating, and for my credits &s;ake in the Towne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tell thee Widdow, I like thee ten times better, now thou ha&s;t no Lands, for now thy hopes and cares, lye on thy husband, if ere thou marrye&s;t more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have not you married me, and for this maine cau&s;e, now as you report it, to be your Nur&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Nur&s;e, why what am I growne too, give me the gla&s;&s;e, my Nur&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You nere &s;aid truer, I mu&s;t confe&s;&s;e I did a little favour you, and with &s;ome labour, might have beene per&s;waded, but when I found I mu&s;t bee hourely troubled, with making brawthes, and dawbing your decaies with &s;wadling, and with &s;titching up your ruines, for the world &s;o reports.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe not provoke me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>And halfe an eye may &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe not provoke me, the worlds a lying world, and thou &s;halt finde it, have a good heart, and take a &s;trong faith to thee, and marke what followes, my Nur&s;e, yes, you &s;hall rocke me: Widdow Ile keepe you waking.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are di&s;po&s;ed &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes marry am I Widdow, and you &s;hall feele it, nay and they touch my freehold, I am a Tiger.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="33">
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thinke &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whether.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Any whether. <STAGE>Sings.</STAGE></P>
<LG TYPE="song">
<L>The fits upon me now, the fits upon me now,</L>
<L>Come quickely gentle Lady, the fits upon me now,</L>
<L>The world &s;hall know they are fooles,</L>
<L>And &s;o &s;halt thou doe too,</L>
<L>Let the Cobler meddle with his tooles,</L>
<L>The fits upon me now.</L>
</LG>
<P>Take me quickly while I am in this vaine, away with me, for if I have but two houres to con&s;ider, all the Widdowes in the world cannot recover me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you will, goe with me &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes marry will I, but tis in anger yet, and J will mar|ry thee, doe not cro&s;&s;e me; yes, and J will lie with thee, and get a whole bundle of babies, and I will ki&s;&s;e thee, &s;tand &s;till and ki&s;&s;e me han&s;omely, but do not provoke me, &s;tirre neither hand nor foote, for I am dangerous, I drunk &s;acke ye&s;ternight, doe not allure me: Thou art no widdow of this world, come in pitty, and in &s;pite Ile marry thee, not a word more, and J may be brought to love thee. <STAGE>Exeunt</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Merchant and Vncle at &s;everall doores.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well met agen, and what good newes yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith nothing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>No fruites of what we &s;owed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing I heare of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>No turning in this tide yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis all flood, and till that fall away, theres no expe|cting.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Fran. J&s;ab. Lance. Shortho&s;e, a torch.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is not this his younger brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;nc.</SPEAKER>
<P>With a Gentlewoman the Widdowes &s;i&s;ter, as I live he &s;miles, he has got good hold, why well &s;aid <HI>Francke</HI> ifaith, lets &s;tay and marke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well you are the prettie&s;t youth, and &s;o you have hand|led me, thinke you ha me &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>As &s;ure as wedlocke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="33">
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>You had be&s;t lye with me too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes indeed will I, and get &s;uch blacke ey'd boyes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>God a mercy <HI>Francke.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is a merry world, poore &s;imple Gentlewomen that thinke no harme, cannot walke about their bu&s;ine&s;&s;e, but they mu&s;t be catcht up I know not how.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile tell you, and Ile in&s;truct you too, have I caught you Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a,</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, and it were not for pure pitty, I would give you the &s;lip yet, but being as it is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;hall be better.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Vallentine, Widdow, and Ralph with a Torch.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>My &s;i&s;ter as I live, your brother with her, &s;ure I thinke you are the Kings takers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now it workes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay you &s;hall know I am a man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thinke &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;uch proofe you &s;hall have.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I pray &s;peake &s;oftly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile &s;peake it out Widdow, yes and you &s;hall confe&s;&s;e too, I am no nur&s;e child, I went for a man, a good one, if you can beate me out oth' pit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I did but je&s;t with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile handle you in earne&s;t, and &s;o handle you: Nay when my credit cals.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you mad.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am mad, I am mad.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good morrow Sir, I like your preparation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou ha&s;t beene at it <HI>Francke.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes faith, tis done &s;ir,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>A long with me then, never hang an ar&s;e Widdow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>I&s;a.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis to no purpo&s;e &s;i&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid blackebrowes, advance your Torches Gen|tlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, yes &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>And keepe your ranckes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Lance</HI> carry this before him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Carry it in &s;tate.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB REF="34"><HI>Enter Mu&s;itians, Fount. Hare. Bell.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>What are you Mu&s;itians, I know your comming, and what are tho&s;e behinde you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mu&s;i.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gentlemen that &s;ent us to give the Lady, a good mor|row.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;al.</SPEAKER>
<L>O I know them, come boy &s;ing the &s;ong I taught you,</L>
<L>And &s;ing it iu&s;tily, come forward Gentlemen, your welcome,</L>
<L>Welcome, now we are all friends goe get the Prie&s;t ready,</L>
<L>And let him not be long, we have much bu&s;ine&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Come <HI>Francke</HI> rejoyce with me, thou ha&s;t got the &s;tart boy,</L>
<L>But ile &s;o tumble after, come my friends leade,</L>
<L>Lead chearefully, and let your fiddles ring boyes,</L>
<L>My follies and my fancies have an end here,</L>
<L>Di&s;play the morgage <HI>Lance,</HI> Merchant ile pay you,</L>
<L>And every thing &s;hall be in joynt agen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vnc.</SPEAKER>
<P>A fore, afore.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>And now confe&s;&s;e, and know.</L>
<L>Wit without Money, &s;ometimes gives the blow.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FJNIS.</TRAILER>
<PB REF="34">
</DIV1>
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