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 The sparagus garden a comedie. Acted in the yeare 1635. by the then Company of Revels, at Salisbury Court. The author Richard Brome. Brome, Richard, d. 1652? [88] p. Printed by I. Okes, for Francis Constable, and are to be sold at his shop in Kings-street at the signe of the Goat, and in Westminster-hall, London : 1640. 1635

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THE SPARAGVS Garden :

A COMEDIE .

Acted in the yeare 1635. by the then Company of Revels , at Salisbury Court .

The Author Richard Brome .

Hic totus voloride at Libellus . Mart.

LONDON :

Printed by I. Okes , for Francis Constable , and are to be sold at his shops in Kings-street at the signe of the Goat , and in Westminster-hall . 1640 .

To the Right Honourable WILLIAM Earle of New-Castle , &c. Governour to the Prince his Highnesse . My LORD !

YOur favourable Construction of my poore Labours commanded my Service to your Honour , and , in that , betray'd your worth to this Dedication : I am not ignorant how farre unworthy my best endeavours are of your least allowance ; yet let your Lordship be pleased to know you , in this , share but the inconveniences of the most renowned Princes as you partake of their glories : And I doubt not , but it will more divulge your noble Disposition to the World , when it is knowne you can freely pardon an Officious trespasse against your Goodnes . Caesar had never bin commended for his Clemency , had there not occasion beene offered , wherein hee might shew , how willingly hee could forgive : I shall thanke my Fortune , if this weake presentation of mine shall any way encrease the Glory of your Name among Good Men , which is the chiefest ayme and onely study of

Your Honours devoted servant . Richard Brome .
To his deserving friend Mr. Richard Brome on his Sparagus Garden , a Comedy . WHat ever walke I in your Garden use , Breeds my delight , and makes me love thy Muse For the designment ; sith I cannot spie A prospect , which doth more invite mine eye : I 'me in a maze , and know not how to find A freedome that will more delight my mind , Then this imprisonment within thy Bower , Where houres seeme minutes , and each day an hower , Nor , were my stay perpetuall , could I grieve , Where such rare fruits mine appetite relieve . The envious Criticke would recant to see How much opprest is every virgin tree With her owne burthen : Leekes , and Acornes here Are food for Critickes ; but the choycer cheere , For those , can rellish Delicates I might In praysing of thy worth , be infinite : But thou art modest and disdain it to heare A tedious , glorious , needlesse Character Of thee and of thy Muse : Yet I could say , ( Give me but leave ) it is no common Play . Within thy plot of ground , no Weed doth spring , To hurt the growth of any Vnderling : Nor is thy Laborinth confus'd , but wee In that disorder , may proportion see : Thy Hearbs are physicall , and do more good . In purging Humors , then some's letting blood . C. G.
To the Author on his Sparagus Garden . Friend , WHat dost meane , that thus thou dost entice Thy Lovers , thus to walke in Paradice ? Most skilfull Artist ! that so well dost know To plant , for profit , as for out-ward show For on thy Sparagus are throughly pleased Our intellects ; others scarce hunger eased . The wisest of the Age shall hither come , And thinke their time well spent as was their summe . The Sqint-ey'd Criticke that such care do's take , To looke for that he loatheth to partake : Now crossing his warp'd Nature shall be kind , And vexing grieve 'cause he no fault can find . The ignorant of the times that do delight , Not in a Play , but how to wast day-light , Shall resort hither , 'till that you descry , With pleasure , smiling April in each eye . Alcinou's garden , which each day did spring , And her lov'd fruit unto perfection bring , Ought not compare with this : Here Men did grow : Such care thy Arte and Labour did bestow For man's wel-being , and a-new create , And poyse them up above a needy Fate . Is it not pitty ought should hurt this Spring ? ( A Serpent in a Garden 's no new thing ) Yet wisely hath thy goodnesse tooke a care , He should sting none , but who censorious are . R. W.
The Prologue to the Play . HE , that his wonted modesty retaynes , And never set a price upon his Braines Above your Judgments ; nor did ever strive By Arrogance or Ambition to atchieve More prayse unto himselfe , or more applause Vnto his Scenes , then such , as know the Lawes Of Comedy do give ; He only those Now prayes may scan his Verse , and weigh his Prose : Yet thus far he thinks meet to let you know Before you see 't , the Subject is so low , That to expect high Language , or much Cost , Were a sure way , now , to make all be lost . Pray looke for none : He 'le promise such hereafter , To take your graver judgments , now your laughter Is all he aymes to moove . I had more to say - — The Title , too , may prejudice the Play . It sayes the Sparagus Garden ; if you looke To feast on that , the Title spoiles the Booke . We have yet a tast of it , which he doth lay I' th midst o' th journey , like a Bait by th' way : Now see with Candor : As our Poet 's free , Pray let be so your Ingenuity .
The Epilogue . AT first we made no boast , and still we feare , We have not answer'd expectation here , Yet give us leave to hope , as hope to live , That you will grace , as well as Iustice give . We do not dare your Iudgments now : for we Know lookers on more then the Gamsters see ; And what ere Poets write , we Act , or say , T is only in your hands to Crowne a Play .
The Sparagus Garden . Touch.

With me gentlemen ?

Gil.

Onely a few neighbourly and friendly words sir .

Touch.

Oh you are most friendly welcome good Mr. Gilbert Gilawire , and Mr. Walter Chamlet I take yee to be .

Ambo .

The same sir at your service .

Touch.

Your fathers both were my good neighbours indeed ; worthy and well reputed members of the City while they lived : but that may be read upon the Hospitall walls , and gates ; it is enough for me to say they lov'd me : Sanson Touchwood ! and I were a wretch if I should not honour their memory in their happy succession : Agen gentlemen you are welcome .

Gil.

Yet you may be pleas'd sir to remember , though our fathers were both loving friends to you , yet they were sometimes at odds one with another .

Touch.

True , true , ever at odds : They were the common talke of the towne for a paire of wranglers ; still at strife for one trifle or other : they were at law logger-heads together , in one match that held 'em tugging tone the tother by the purse-strings a matter of nine yeares , and all for a matter of nothing . They cours'd one another from Court to Court , and through every Court Temporall and Spirituall ; and held one an other play till they lost a thousand pound a man to the Lawyers , and till it was very sufficiently ad judged that your father was one foole , and your father was another foole . And so againe gentlemen you are welcome : now your businesse .

Walt.

You may now be pleas'd sir to remember that our fathers grew friends at last .

Touch.

Heaven forbid else .

Gil.

And note the cause , the ground of their reconciliation , which was upon the love , betwixt me and this gentlemans sister . My fathers Sonne married his fathers Daughter , and our two fathers grew friends , and wise men agen .

Touch.

To the poynt good gentlemen , yet you are welcome .

Gil.

Troth sir the poynt is this : You know ( and the towne has tane sufficient notice of it ) that there has been a long contention betwixt you and old Mr. Striker your neighbour —

Touch.

Ha ?

Gil.

And the cause or ground of your quarrell ( for ought any body knowes but your selves ) may be as triviall , as that which was derided in our fathers .

Touch.

Are you there with me ?

Gil.

And great hopes there are , and wagers laid by your friends on both sides , that you two will be friends .

Touch.

I le hold you an hundred pounds o' that .

Gil.

Nay , more , that Mr. Striker will bee willing to give his Grand-child to your Son , so you 'l give your consent .

Touch.

And your comming is to perswade that , is it not ? if it be so , speake ; deale plainely with me gentlemen , whilst yet you are welcome .

Walt.

Insooth it is so , we come to negotiate the match for your sonne , and your friendship with old Mr. Striker .

Touch.

You are not welcome .

Gil.

But when you weigh the reasons , and consider the perfect love of the yong paire , and how the world will praise your reconciliation , and blesse the providence , that made their loves the meanes to worke their parents charity .

Touch.

Againe you are not welcome .

Gil. Your selfe but now commended the attonement Of our two fathers , wrought by the same meanes : I meane my marriage with his sister here Against as great an opposition . Walt.

But our fathers lov'd their children .

Touch.

Your fathers were a couple of doting fooles , and you a paire of sawcy knaves ; now you are not welcome : and more then so , get you out of my doores .

Gil.

Will you sir , by your wilfulnesse , cast away your sonne ?

Touch.

My sonne ? no sonne of mine , I have cast him off already for casting an eye upon the daughter of mine enemy : let him goe , let him packe ; let him perish : he comes not within these doores , and you , that are his fine spoken spokes-men , get you off o' my ground I charge you .

Walt.

We are gone sir : onely but wishing you Mr. Touchwood to remember that your sonne 's your sonne .

Touch.

Indeffinitely not sir , untill hee does not onely renounce all interest in the love of that baggage ; but doe some extraordinary mischiefe in that family to right me for the trespasse hee has done ; and so win my good opinion , till which bee done a daily curse of mine hee shall not misse ; and so you may informe him .

Exit . Gil.

What an uncharitable wretch is this ?

Walt.

The touchiest peece of Touchwood that e're I met withall .

Gil.

I fear'd we should inflame him .

Walt.

All the comfort is , his sonne may yet out-live him .

Act 1.
Scene 2. Walter , Gilbert , Samuel . Gil.

BUt the danger is , his father may dis-inherit him

Walt.

He cannot be so devillish ; here comes his sonne , a gentleman of so sweet a disposition , and so contrary to his crabbed Sire , that a man who never heard of his mothers vertue might wonder who got him for him .

Gil.

Not at all I assure you , Sam is his fathers nowne sonne : for the old man you see , is gentle enough , till he be incens'd ; and the sonne being mov'd , is as fiery as the father .

Walt.

But he is very seldome and slowly mov'd ; his father often and o' the suddaine .

Gil.

I prethee would'st thou have greene wood take fire as soone as that which is old and sere ?

Walt.

He is deepe in thought .

Gil.

Over head and eares in his Mrs. contemplation .

Sam. To dis-obey a father , is a crime In any sonne unpardonable . Is this rule So generall that it can beare noe exception ? Or is a fathers power so illimitable , As to command his sonnes affections ? And so controule the Conquerour of all men Even Love himselfe ? no : he , that enterprizes So great a worke , forgets he is a man ; And must in that forget he is a father , And so if he forgoe his nature , I By the same Law may leave my Piety . But stay , I would not lose my selfe in following This wild conceit Gil.

How now Sam , whither away ?

Sam. I was but casting how to find the way Unto my selfe . Can you direct me gentlemen ? Walt.

Yes , yes ; your father has told us the way .

Sam.

Ha you had conference with him ? ha yee ? speake .

Gil.

Marry sir ha we , and I thinke to purpose .

Sam.

Ha you wonne ought upon him to my advantage ?

Walt. As much as may restore you to acquaintance With him againe , can you but make good use on 't . Sam.

Pray doe not trifle with me ; tell me briefly .

Gil. Briefly he sayes you must not dare to see him ; Nor hope to receive blessing to the valew Of a new three-pence , till you disclaime your love In your faire Annabell ; and not onely so , But you must doe some villanous mischievous act To vexe his adversary , her Grand-father ; Or walke beneath his curse in banishment . Sam.

A most uncharitable and unnaturall sentence .

Walt. But thinke withall it is your father , that Makes this decree ; obey him in the 'execution : He has a great Estate , you are his onely sonne : Doe not lose him , your fortune , and your selfe For a fraile peece of beauty : shake her off ; And doe some notable thing against her house , To please your father Sam. The Divell speakes it in thee , And with this spell I must Conjure him out . Draw . Gil.

Oh friend you are too violent .

Sam. Hee 's too desperate , To urge me to an act of such injustice . Can her faire love , to whom my faith is given , Be answered with so loud an injury ? Or can my faith so broken yield a sound Lesse terrible than thunder , to affright All love and constancy out of the breast Of every Virgin that shall heare the breach Of my firme faith ? Gil.

Be not so passionate .

Sam. I have no further power to doe an out-rage Against that Family to whome my heart Is link'd , then to rip out this troubled heart The onely ominous cause , indeed , of all . My over passionate fathers cruelty ; and that ( If I must needs doe an injurious Office ) Alone , shall be my act to calme his fury . Gil. Prethee blow o're this passion ; thou wert wont To affect wit , and canst not be a Lover Truely without it . Love is wit it selfe , And through a thousand lets will find a way To his desired end . Sam.

The Ballet taught you that .

Gil. Well said , Love will find out the way : I see thou art comming to thy selfe againe , Can there no shift , no witty slight be found ( That have been common in all times and ages ) To blind the eyes of a weake-sighted father , And reconcile these dangerous differences But by blood-shedding , or outragious deeds , To make the feud the greater ? recollect Thy selfe good Sam ; my house , my purse , my counsell Shall all be thine , and Wat shall be thy friend . Walt.

Let me entreate your friendship .

Sam.

And me your pardon .

Gil. So , so , all friends ; let 's home and there consult To lay the tempest of thy fathers fury ; Which cannot long be dangerous , 't is but like A storme in April , spent in swift extreames , When straight the Sun shootes forth his cheerefull beames . Ex.
Act 1. Scene 3. Striker , Mony-lacks . Stri.

YOu will not assault me in mine owne house ? I hope you will not ; nor urge me beyond my patience with your borroughing attempts ! good sir Hugh Mony-lacks I hope you will not .

Mon. I hope I mov'd you not , but in faire language sir ; Nor spoke a sillable that might offend you . I have not us'd the word of loane , or borrowing ; Onely some private conference I requested . Stri.

Private conference ! a new coyn'd word for borrowing of money ; I tell you , your very face , your countenance ( though it be gloss'd with Knight-hood ) lookes so borrowingly , that the best words you give me are as dreadfull as Stand and deliver , and there I thinke I was w' ye . I am plaine w' ye sir , old Will Striker I .

Mon.

My father Striker , I am bold to call you .

Stri.

Your father ! no , I desire no such neare acquaintaince with you , good sir Hugh Mony-lacks : you are a Knight and a noble gentleman , I am but an Esquire and out of debt ; and there I think I was w' ye againe .

Mon.

I shall be with you anon , when you have tal'kd your selfe out of breath .

Stri.

'T is true , I had the honour to be your Worships father in law when time was , that your Knight-hood married and Ladyfied a poore daughter of mine : but yet she had five thousand pounds in her purse if you please to remember it ; and as I remember you had then foureteene hundred a yeare : But where is it now ? and where is my daughter now ? poore abus'd Innocent ; your riotousnesse abroad , and her long night watches at home shortned her dayes , and cast her into her grave — And 't was not long before all your estate was buried too ; and there I was w' ye againe I take it : but that could not fetch her againe .

Mon. No sir , I wish my life might have excus'd Hers , farre more precious : never had a man A juster cause to mourne . Stri.

Nor mourn'd more justly , it is your onely wearing ; you have just none other : nor have had meanes to purchase better any time these seaven yeares as I take it . By which meanes you have got the name of the mourning Knight ; and there I am sure I was w' ye .

Mon.

Sir , if you will not be pleas'd to heare my desires to you , let me depart without your derision .

Stri.

Even when you please , and whither you please good sir Hugh Mony-lacks : my house shall bee no enchanted Castle to detaine your Knight-errandship from your adventures . I hope your errand hither was but for your dinner ; and so farre forth ( and especially at your going forth ) you are welcome . Your daughter I doe keepe , and will for her poore mothers sake ; ( that was my daughter ) peace be with her — she shall be no more a trouble to you ; nor be your child any longer : I have made her mine ; I will adopt her into mine owne name , and make her a Striker ; she shall be no more a Mony-lacke , and if shee please me well in matching with a husband , I know what I will doe for her .

Mon.

I thanke you sir .

Stri.

Doe you thanke me sir , I assure you you neede not ; for I meane so to order her estate , and bind it up in that trust that you shall never finger a farthing on 't : am I w' ye sir ?

Mon.

I cannot chuse but thanke you though in behalfe of my child .

Stri.

Call her your child agen , or let mee but heare that you suffer her to aske you a bare blessing , i le send her after you upon adventures sir Knight : and who shall give a portion with her then ? or what can she hope from a father that groanes under the weight of a Knight-hood for want of meanes to support it ?

Mon.

I shall finde meanes to live without your trouble hereafter .

Stri.

You may , you may ; you have a wit sir Hugh , and a projective one ; what , have you some new project a foot now , to out-goe that of the Hand-barrowes ? what call you 'em the Sedams ? oh cry you mercy , cry you mercy ; I heard you had put in for a share at the Asparagus Garden : or that at least you have a Pension thence ; to be their Gather guest and bring 'em custome , and that you play the fly of the new Inne-there ; and sip with all companies : am I w' ye there sir ?

Mon.

You may be when you please sir ; I can command the best entertainement there for your mony .

Stri.

In good time sir .

Mon.

In the meane time sir , I had no mind to begge nor borrow of you , and though you will not give me leave to call you father , nor my daughter my daughter , yet I thought it might become my care to advertise you ( that have taken the care of her from me ) of a danger that will much afflict you , if it bee not carefully prevented .

Stri.

How 's this ?

Mon.

You have an adversary —

Stri.

But one that I know , the rascall my neighbour Touchwood .

Mon.

There I am w' ye sir , I am inform'd that his onely sonne is an earnest Suitor to your Daughter : ( I must not call her mine )

Stri.

How 's that ?

Mon.

That there is a deepe secret love betwixt 'em ; and that they have had many private meetings : and a stolne match very likely to be made if you prevent it not .

Stri.

Can this be true ?

Mon.

Give me but a peece from you , and if by due examination you find it not so , i le never see your face agen till you send for me .

Stri.

To be rid of you take it .

Gives it . Mon.

I am gone sir , and yet I thinke i 'me w' ye .

Exit . Stri.

Is the Divell become a match-broker ? what , who within there : what ?

Annabell ? what Friswood ?

Act 1. Scene 4. Friswood , Striker . Fris.

HEere sir , I am here forsooth .

Stri.

Are you so forsooth ? but where 's your Mistris forsooth ?

Fris.

Listning is good sometimes ; I heard their talke , and am glad on 't .

Stri.

Where is your Mrs. I say ?

Fris.

My Mrs. Annabell , forsooth , my young Mrs ?

Stri.

What other Mrs. hast thou but the Divells Dam her selfe , your old Mrs. ? and her I aske not for ; good Mrs. Flibber de'Jibb with the French fly-flap o' your coxecombe .

Fris.

Is the old man mad troe ?

Stri.

I aske for Annabell .

Fris.

Blesse me ! how doe you looke ?

Stri.

Where 's Annabell I say ? fetch her me quickly , least I bast her out of your old Whit-leather hide .

Fris.

How youthfull you are growne ? she is not farre to fetch sir ; you know you commanded her to her chamber , and not to appeare in sight , till her debauch'd father was gone out o' the house .

Stri.

And is not he gone now forsooth ? why call you her not ?

Fris.

I warrant hee has told you some tale on her . That lewd Knight , now he has undone himselfe by his unthrifty practises , begins to practise the undoing of his daughter too ! is it not so forsooth ? has he not put some wickednesse into your head to set you against her ?

Stri.

I never knew thee a Witch till now .

Fris.

Ha , ha , ha ; I warrant hee told you that your adversary Touchwoods sonne , and my Mistris Annabell are in love league together .

Stri.

Marry did he ; and I will know the truth .

Fris.

Ha , ha , ha .

Stri.

Dar'st thou laugh at me ?

Fris.

No , no ; but I laugh at the poore Knights officiousnes , in hope of some great reward for the gullery that I put upon him : ha , ha , ha . Good sir a little patience , and I will tell ! you . Ha , ha , ha — 't was I that devised it for a lye , and told it him in hope that his telling of it to you , would provoke you to beate him out o' the house ; for reporting a thing that had no probability or resemblance of a truth in it .

Stri.

Is it but so ?

Fris.

Sir I have beene your creature this thirty yeares , downe lying and uprising ; ( as you know ) and you should beleeve mee , you had me in my old Mistresses dayes — —

Stri.

I , thou wast a handsome young wench then ; now thou art old .

Fris.

Yet not so wondrous old as to be sung in a Ballet for 't , or to have beene able ere Adam wore beard to have crept into Eves bed , as I did into my Mistresses . ( Heaven pardon you , as I doe with all my heart . )

Weepe . Stri.

What in thy fooleries now ?

Fris.

Nor so old neither but you are content to make a sorry shift with me still ; as your abilities will serve you —

Weepe . Stri.

Come , come ; thou art not old .

Fris.

Nay that 's not it that troubles me : but that I , that serv'd you before your daughter was borne ; I meane your daughter that was mother to this daughter which now you have made your daughter ; that I that saw the birth , the marriage , and the death of your daughter ; and have had the governance of this her daughter ever since , till now she is marriageable ; and have all this while beene as plyant as a twig about you , and as true as the sheath to your steele as we say , that I should now be mistrusted to connive at an il match for her , for whom my chiefest care has bin from the Cradle ? there 's the unkindnesse .

Weepe . Stri.

Enough , enough ; Fid. I beleeve there is no such matter .

Fris.

I thought you had knowne me —

Weepe . Stri.

I doe , I doe ; I prethee good Fid be quiet , it was a witty tricke of thee to mocke the poore Knight withall : but a poxe on him , he cost me a peece for his newes ; there 's another for thee : but the best is he hath tyed himselfe by it , never to trouble mee more ; I have that into my bargaine .

Fris.

And you would tye me so too ; would you ?

Stri.

Not so Fid , not so : but looke to my Girle , and thus farre marke me . If ever I find that young Touchwood , the sonne of that miscreant , whose hatred I would not lose for all the good neighbor-hood in the Parish ; if ever J say , he and your charge doe but looke upon one another , i le turne her and you both out o' doores : there J will be w' ye , looke to 't .

Fris.

Agreed sir ; agreed .

Stri.

Looke to 't J say , J must abroad , my anger is not over yet : I would I could meete my adversary to scold it out ; I shall bee sicke else .

Exit . Fris.

'T was well I over-heard 'em , my young lovers had bin spoyl'd else : had not I crost the old angry mans purpose before he had met with the young timerous Virgin , she had confest all ; and and all had bin dash'd now .

Act 1. Scene 5. Annabell , Friswood , Sam. An.

HOw now Fris . is my Grand-father gone out of doore ?

Fris.

Jf he were as safe out o' the world , it were well for you .

An.

Nay say not so good Fris .

Fris.

Your unlucky father has destroyed all your hopes in Mr. Sam Touchwood ; in discovering your loves ( what Divell soever gave him the intelligence ) and you must resolve never to see your sweet Sam againe .

An.

I must resolve to dye first : oh .

Sinkes . Fris.

Ods pitty ! how now ! why Mrs. why Annabell , why Mrs. Annabell ; looke up , looke up I say , and you shall have him spight of your Grand-father and all his workes : what doe you thinke I am an Infidell , to take Mr. Samuels forty peeces ? and a Ronlet of old Muskadine for nothing ? come be well , and indeed you shall have him .

An.

Oh Sam , sweet Sam —

Fris.

These love-sicke maides seldome call upon other Saints then their sweet-hearts ; looke up I say , your sweet Sam is comming .

An.

Ha , where ? where is he ; why doe you abuse me ?

Scene . Enter Sam. Fris.

I say he will come presently ; looke up I say , forgive me ! he comes indeed : my Mr. thought I was a witch , and I now suspect my selfe for one . Oh Mr. Samuel , how came you hither ? here he is Mrs. what meane you to come now to undoe her and your selfe too ? yet she had dyed and you had not come as you did . Why doe you not looke upon him and be well ? get you gone , we are all undone if my Mr. come backe and find you : speake to her quickly , then kisse her and part , you will bee parted for ever else .

Sam.

How fares my love ?

An. Better then when I was in earthly being , This bosome is a heaven to me ; through death I am arriv'd at blisse , most happily To be so well reviv'd thou mad'st me dye . Fris.

I made you not dye , as you will dye , if you stand pratling till my Mr. returne and take you : for Mr. Samuel , I must tell you Mr. Samuel , he knowes all Mr. Samuel .

Sam My father knowes as much , and that 's the cause Of my adventuring hither to instruct you In a strange practice ; here it is in writing , A paper . 'T is such a secret that I durst not trust My tongue with the conveyance of 't ; nor have I The confidence to heare it read : take it , And in my absence joyne your best advises , To give it life and action ; 't is rule Which ( though both hard and grievous to pursue ) Is all that can our hopes in love renew . Fris.

What horrible thing must we doe troe ? pray let mee see the paper , I hope there is no pistolling nor poisoning in it : though my old Striker come short of the man he was to bee with me , I would be loath to shorten his dayes with the danger of my neck ; or making a Bon-fire in Smithfield : pray let me see the paper .

Sam.

Not untill my departure gentle Friswood .

Fris.

Is there such horrour in it , that you dare not stand the opening of the paper ?

Sam. Consider sweet our love is Feaver sick , Even desperately to death ; And nothing but a desperate remedy Is left us : for our bodily health , what sowre Unsavory loathsome medicines we will take But to remove an Ague ? What sharpe incisions , searings , and cruell Corsives Are daily suffer'd , and what limbes dissever'd To keepe a Gangreene from the vitall parts , That a dismembred body yet may live ! We in like case must to preserve our love , ( If we dare say we love ) adventure life , Fame , Honour , which are all but Loves attendants To maintaine it . An. I understand you , sweet , And doe before I read your strong injunction , Resolve to give it faithfull execution What ere it be . I ha got courage now , And ( with a constant boldnesse let me tell you ) You dare not lay that on me I le not beare : And Love , predominant o're all other passions , Shall beare me out in 't . Sam.

Oh you have made me happy .

Fris. As I live my Master — Kisse and away ; whip quickly through the Garden — Run you up to your Chamber ; i le see you out my selfe . Sam.

Thus let us breath that till we meete againe .

Fris.

Whoope what d' ee meane ?

Sam. We leave for truce at raysing of the siege , Our interchanged hearts each others pledge . Fris.

Goe fooles , this sets you both but more on edge .

An.

Farewell ,

Sam.

Farewell .

Ex.
Act 2.
Scene 1. Brittle ware , Rebecca . Brit.

SWeet wife content thy selfe .

Reb.

Yes content my selfe ! shall I so ? with what , you Iohn Bopeepe ? you must be my husband , and I must content my selfe , must I ? no sir , 't is you that must content me , or 't is your heart must smart for 't .

Brit.

If you could be content with all that I have , or all that I can doe , and expect no further , I then might hope to pacifie you .

Reb.

All has not done it yet you see , nor have you yet found out the way . Five yeares practice one would thinke were sufficient , so long you have had me ; and too long it is unlesse I had got a better name by 't , to be accounted barren — — oh me .

Brit.

Now 't is out ; zonnes what would you have me doe ? where 's the defect think you ? is it not probable that you may be defective as well as I ?

Reb.

That I may bee defective ! I defie thee , Lubber ; I defie thee and all that say so , thou fribling fumbler thou ; I would some honest sufficient man might be Judge betwixt us whether I bee defective .

Act 2. Scene 2. Mony-lacke , Rebecca , Brittle-ware . Mon.

How now , alwaies wrangling ?

Reb.

Defective quoth a —

Mon.

What 's the matter Land-lord ?

Reb.

Doe I looke like a thing defective ?

Mon.

Land-Lady —

Reb.

Oh fearefull !

Mon.

Mrs. Brittle-ware what 's the matter ?

Reb.

You shall be Judge Sir Hugh , whether I bee defective ; you have lyen here Sir Hugh these three yeares , have beene our constant lodger off and on as wee say ; and can you thinke mee defective ?

Brit.

You will not be impudent ?

Mon.

Good Mr. Brittle-ware what 's the matter ?

Brit.

The matter is sir she will be content with nothing .

Mon.

The best wife i' the world ! and if you cannot afford her that to content her , you are a most hard-harted husband .

Reb.

What nothing ? would you wish him to afford mee nothing to content me ? I must have something to content me ; and something he must find me , or I will make him looke out for 't .

Mon.

Come , come , I know the quarrell ; and I know you will never get a child by falling out .

Reb.

Nor any way else so long as hee is such a jealous beast as hee is .

Mon.

Oh you must leave your jealousie Mr. Brittleware ; that 's a maine hindrance

Brit.

I am not jealous I .

Reb.

Not , and stare like a mad Oxe upon every man that lookes upon me ?

Mon.

Fye upon him , is he such a beast , to be jealous of his owne wife ? if every man were so , it would spoyle the getting of some children in a yeare .

Reb.

And denies me all things that I have a mind to .

Brit.

The best is , the losse of your longings will not hurt you ; unlesse you were with child .

Reb. I must have my longings first ; I am not every woman I , I must have my longings before I can be with child I . Brit.

You must not long for every strange thing you see or heare of then .

Reb.

As true as I live he fribles with mee sir Hugh ; I doe but now long for two or three idle things scarce worth the speaking of ; and doe you thinke he will grant me one of 'em ?

Mon.

What may they be ? he shall grant 'em .

Reb.

One of my longings is to have a couple of lusty able bodied men , to take me up , one before and another behind , as the new fashion is , and carry mee in a Man-litter into the great bed at Ware .

Mon.

There 's one , and will you deny her this to hinder a child getting ?

Reb.

Then I doe long to see the new ship , and to be on the top of Pauls Steeple when it is new built , but that must not bee yet ; nor am I so unreasonable but I can stay the time : in the meane time I long to see a play , and above all playes , The Knight of the burning — what dee' call 't .

Mon.

The Knight of the burning Pestle .

Reb.

Pestle is it ? I thought of another thing , but I would faine see it . They say there 's a Grocers boy kills a Gyant in it , and another little boy that does a Citizens wife thy daintielist — — but I would faine see their best Actor doe me ; I would so put him too 't , they should find another thing in handling of mee I warrant 'em .

Brit.

Heyday ! so last frost she long'd to ride on one of the Dromedaries over the Thames , when great men were pleas'd to goe over it a foote .

Mon.

Well , shall I make a convenient motion for you both ?

Reb.

Quickely sweet sir Hugh , I long for that before you name it .

Mon.

Have you this Spring eaten any Asparagus yet ?

Reb.

Why is that good for a woman that longs to bee with Child ?

Mon.

Of all the Plants , hearbes , rootes , or fruits that grow , it is the most provocative , operative and effective .

Reb.

Indeed Sir Hugh ?

Mon.

All your best ( especially your moderne ) Herballists conclude , that your Asparagus is the onely sweet stirrer that the earth sends forth , beyond your wild Carrets , Corne-flag , or Gladiall . Your roots of Standergrasse , or of Satyrion boyld in Goates milke are held good ; your Clary or Horminum in divers wayes good , and Dill ( especially boyld in Oyle ) is also good : but none of these , nor Saffron boyld in wine , your Nuts of Artichoakes , Rocket , or seeds of Ash-tree ( which wee call the Kite keyes ) nor thousand such , though all are good , may stand up for perfection with Asparagus .

Reb.

Doe you say so sir Hugh ?

Mon.

I have it from the opinion of most learned Doctors , rare Physitians , and one that dares call himselfe so .

Brit.

What Doctor is he , a foole on horse-backe ?

Mon.

Doctor Thou-Lord , you know him well enough .

Reb.

Yes , we know Doctor Thou-Lord , though he knowes none but Lords and Ladies , or their companions . And a fine conceited Doctor he is , and as humorous I warrant yee ; and will Thou and Thee the best Lords that dares be acquainted with him : calls Knights , Iacke , Will , and Tom familiarly ; and great Ladies , Gills , and Sluts too , and they crosse him . And for his opinion sake , and your good report sir Hugh , I will have Sparagus every meale all the yeare long , or i le make all fly for 't ; and doe you looke to 't Fribble , for it will bee for your comodity as well as mine .

Brit.

And sure it is a rare commodity when a Knight is become a Broker for to cry it up so .

Reb.

And let me have some presently for my next meale , or you cannot imagine how sicke I will be .

Mon.

But mistake not me , nor the commodity we speake of Mrs. Brittle-ware ; where would you have it ? here in our owne house ? fye ! the vertue of it is mortified , if it passe the threshold from the ground it growes on . No , you must thither , to the Garden of delight , where you may have it drest and eaten in the due kind ; and there it is so provocative , and so quicke in the hot operation , that none dare eate it , but those that carry their coolers with 'em , presently to delay , or take off the delightfull fury it fills 'em with .

Reb.

Is there conveniency for that too ?

Mon.

Yes , yes ; the house affords you as convenient Couches to retyre to , as the garden has beds for the precious plants to grow in : that makes the place a pallace of pleasure , and daily resorted and fill'd with Lords and Knights , and their Ladies ; Gentlemen and gallants with their Mistresses —

Reb.

But doe not honest men goe thither with their wives too ?

Mon.

None other ; some to their owne costs , and some at other mens .

Reb.

Why doe we not goe then ? or what stay we for , can you tell fumbler ?

Mon.

Nay Mrs. Brittle-ware , not so suddenly ; towards the evening will be the fittest season of the day : meane while goe in and fit your selfe for the walke , your husband and I are first for an other busines .

Reb.

Noble Knight I thanke you , I hope my next longing shall be to bespeake you for a God-father .

Mon.

You shall not long long for that .

Reb.

I take your noble word .

Exit . Brit.

She 's gone , and now sir Hugh let me tell you , you have not dealt well with me , to put this fagary into her foolish fancy .

Mon.

Wilt thou be an Asse now ? doe not I know how to fetch it out on her againe think'st thou ? she shall not goe , and yet be contented too .

Brit.

I you tell me so

Mon.

Why thou wilt not be jealous of me now , that has laine in thy house these three yeares , wilt thou ? nor thinke me so foolish to provoke thee with an injury ; that know'st mee and my wayes so well .

Brit.

I know something by your worship worth the price of a new Pillory .

Mon.

Why so then ; and wil I wrong thee Iack think'st thou , ha ? no nor mistrust thee neither : for though thou art a jealous coxcomb over thy wife , and she a touchy thing under thee , yet thou and I Iacke have bin alwaies confident of each other , and have wrought friendly and closely together , as ever Subtle and his Lungs did ; and shar'd the profit betwixt us , han't we Iacke : ha ?

Brit.

I thinke we have ; and that you have some new device , some stratagem in hand now . Uds me , I now remember , is the party come to towne ?

Mon.

Yes ; and my Springe has seaz'd him upon the way : and here I expect him instantly .

Brit.

And will he be made a gentleman ?

Mon.

That 's his ambition Iacke ; and though you now keepe a China-shop , and deale in brittle commodities ( pots , glasses , Purslane Dishes , and more trinkets then an Antiquaries study is furnished withal ) you must not forget your old trade of Barber Surgeon , 't is that must sted us now in our new project .

Brit.

I warrant you , is he a trim youth ?

Mon.

We must make him one Iacke , 't is such a squab as thou never sawest ; such a lumpe , we may make what we will of him .

Brit.

Then sure we will make mony of him .

Mon.

Well said Iacke , Springe has writ mee here his full description .

Act 2. Scene 3. Mony-lacks , Springe , Hoydon , Coulter , Brittle-ware . Mon.

SLid hee 's come already : now Mr. Springe ?

Spri.

I come to present a gentleman to you sir .

Mon.

How a gentleman ? will you abuse me ?

Spri.

He findes your defect already ; but be bold sir , he desires to be a Gentleman sir ; and ( tho' he be but course mettall , yet ) he has that about him which with your helpe may quickly make him a cleare Gentleman .

Hoy.

I have foure hundred pounds sir ; and I brought it up to towne on purpose to make my selfe a cleare gentleman of it .

Mon.

It was well brought up ; it appeares also that you have had some breeding , though but a Yeomans sonne .

Hoy.

'T is true , I have a little learning sir , and a little wit , though last night I met with some upon the way at Hammer-Smith that had more : yet I had enough to perceive I was cheated of a matter of seaven pound ( almost all the odde mony I had about me ) at my Card afore thy Card ; a pox take the whole packe on 'em . Sdaggers if ever man that had but a mind to be a Gentleman was so noddy poopt ! oh how I could chafe to thinke on 't .

Spr.

Oh but you must not , it becomes not the temper of a Gentleman .

Hoy.

So you told me ; then I thanke you friend .

Spr.

Your small acquaintance sir .

Hoy.

I have had more acquaintance where I have found lesse love , and I thanke you agen good small acquaintance : you told me indeed it became not a gentleman to crie for losing his mony ; and I told you then , that I should , or would be a gentleman : Whereupon Small acquaintance ( because I was resolv'd to play no more ) you advis'd me to give over ; and you told me you would upon our comming to the City , here bring mee to a Knight , that was a Gentleman-maker , whom I conceive this to be , and here am I , and here 's my foure hundred pound , which my man has here drawne up to Towne , and here I meane to quarter it .

Coul.

But I will see what penniworths you bargaine for first , by your Masterships leave .

Mon.

Drawne and quarter'd ! you have a wit Sir , I find that already .

Hoy ,

Yes sir , I have a downe right Country wit , and was counted a pretty sparke at home . Did you never heare of little Tim of Tanton ? But I now meane to have a finicall City wit , and a superfinicall Court wit too , before I see mine Vncle .

Mon.

You may sir .

Hoy.

And be able to jest and jeere among men of judgment : I have a many small jests , petty Johns , as I call 'hem : But I will have a clubbing wit , and a drinking wit ; and be able to hold play with the great Poets I : and with dry jests to maule the mallipart'st lesser ones ( that hold themselves better than the biggest ) out o' the pit of wit I , before I see mine uncle .

Mon.

You may have all sir , if you quarter your foure hundred pound discreetly : but who is your uncle I pray ?

Hoy.

For that you shall pardon me , till I am a Gentleman : But I assure you he is a great gentleman in the City here ; and I neither must nor dare see him , till I am one at least : and I will tell you presently how I meane to quarter my money .

Coul.

They 'll quarter that and you too , if I zee not the better to the matter .

Mon.

Dost thou know the uncle he speaks of ?

Spr.

No , nor cannot learne who it is for my life .

Brit.

Some great man sure that 's asham'd of his kindred : perhaps some Suburbe Justice , that sits o' the skirts o' the City , and lives by 't .

Mon.

Well said Iack .

Hoy.

Look you sir , thus had I cast it : Small acquaintance pray doe you note it too : I love your advice , that at first sight of mee ( which was but last night ) could relieve me from Cheaters .

Brit.

From some of his owne companions to cheate , you more himselfe .

Hoy.

The first hundred pound to be for the making of mee a gentleman : the second hundred shall be for apparell .

Spr.

He speaks halfe like a gentleman already .

Brit.

Right , there 's halfe dispos'd of .

Hoy.

The third hundred I le spend in pleasure : harke Small acquaintance , we 'll have wenches .

Whisper . Spr.

What wants he of a gentleman , and goe no further , but save the last hundred .

Hoy.

Oh Small acquaintance , that must walke too : but all for profit to support my gentility hereafter .

Spr.

As how ?

Hoy.

I will be cheated of it .

Mon.

How ?

Hoy.

Nor in grosse , but by retaile , to trye mens severall wits , and so learne to shift for my selfe in time and need be .

Brit.

Doe you heare this ?

Coul.

There s a plot now !

Mon.

I protest I admire him : J never found like Craft in a Yeomans sonne before .

Hoy.

No words on 't J beseech you sir ; nor name that foolish word Yeomans sonne any more : J came to change my Coppy , and write Gentleman : and to goe the nighest way to worke , my Small acquaintance here tells me , to goe by the Heralds is the farthest way about .

Mon.

Well sir , we will take the speediest course for you that may be possible .

Brit. The season of the yeare serves most aptly too , Both for purging and bleeding : Give your name into this booke sir . Hoy.

Timothy Hoyden , sir .

Brit.

Timothy Hoyden .

Write . Hoy.

But must J bleed sir ?

Mon. Yes , you must bleed : your fathers blood must out , He was but a yeoman , was he ? Hoy.

As ranck a Clowne , none disprais'd , as any in Sommerset shire .

Mon.

His foule ranke blood of Bacon and Pease-porridge must out of you to the last dram .

Hoy.

You will leave me none in my body then , I shall bleed to death , and you go that way to worke .

Spr.

Feare nothing sir : your blood shal be taken out by degrees , and your veines replenish'd with pure blood still , as you loose the puddle .

Hoy.

How must that be done ?

Coul.

I that ich I would heare .

Mon.

I commend you that you seeke reason : it must bee done by meats and drinkes of costly price ; Muscadell caudels , jellies , and cock-broaths . You shall eate nothing but Shrimpe porridge for a fortnight ; and now and then a Phesants egge soopt with a Peacocks feather . I that must be the dyet .

Hoy.

Delicate !

Coul.

This stands to reason indeed .

Mon.

Then at your going abroad , the first ayre you take shal be of the Asparagus Garden , and you shall feed plentifully of that .

Hoy

Of the ayre do you meane ?

Mon.

No of th' Asparagus . And that with a Concoction of Goates milke , shall set you an end , and your blood as high as any Gentlemans lineally descended from the loyns of King Cadwalader .

Hoy.

Excellent , I like all excellently well , but this bleeding . I could never endure the sight of blood .

Mon.

That shewes the malignant basenesse of your fathers blood within you .

Hoy.

I was bewitch'd I thinke before I was begot , to have a Clowne to my father : yet sit my mother said shee was a Gentlewoman .

Spr.

Said ? What will not Women say ?

Hoy.

Nay , small acquaintance , she profest it upon her Death-bed to the Curate and divers others , that she was sister to a Gentleman here in this City ; and commanded mee in her Will , and uppon her blessing , first to make my selfe a Gentleman of good fashion , and then to goe to the gentleman my uncle .

Spr.

What gentleman is that ?

Hoy.

I must not , nor I wo'not tell you that , till I am a gentleman my selfe : would you ha' me wrong the will o' the dead ? Small acquaintance , I will rather dye a Clowne as I am first .

Mon.

Be content sir ; here 's halfe a labour sav'd ; you shall bleed but o' one side : the Fathers side onely .

Hoy.

Say you so ?

Mon.

The Mother vaine shall not be prickt .

Hoy. I thanke you sir : I wou'd 't were done once . Mon.

But when this is done , and your new blood infused into you , you shall most easily learne the manners and behaviour .

Spr.

The Look , the garbe , the congee —

Brit.

And all the Complements of an absolute gentleman .

Hoy.

O brave !

Mon. For which you shall have best instructions ; You 'le runne a chargeable course in 't , that I le tell you : And may yet if you please retaine your money ; Crosse your mothers will and dye a Clowne . Hoy.

By no meanes sir .

Coult.

I begin to beleeve honestly of the Knight .

Mon

Doe you note this skin of his here ?

Brit.

Skin , 't is a hide sir .

Hoy.

'T is somewhat thicke and foule indeed sir .

Mon.

He must have a bath , and that will be more charge .

Spr.

T is pitty he should be flead .

Hoy.

I thanke you small acquaintance ; pray let me have a bath , what ere it cost me , rather than flea me .

Mon.

Well sir , this house shall be your lodging , and this the Mr. of it , an excellent Chyrurgeon , and expert in these affaires , shall be your attendant .

Hoy.

My man may attend me too , may he not ?

Spr.

Yes , by all meanes , and see the laying out of your money .

Coul.

I like that best : sure they are honest men .

Mon.

Is that your man ? what does he weare a Coulter by his side ?

Coul.

No sir , my name is Coulter ; I my selfe am a Coulter . and this is but my Hanger on , as I am my Masters .

Mon.

Thou maist make a Country gentleman in time , I see that by thy wit .

Coul.

All my friends will be glad on 't .

Mon.

Come gentlemen , I le lead you the way .

Ex.
Act 2. Scene 4. Touchwood , Walter , Gilbert , Samuel . Touch.

BVt how can you assure me gentlemen that this is true ?

Gil. We saw 't not acted sir , nor had reported it , But on those termes of honour you have sworne to ; In which you are engaged first to forgive Your sonne : then never to reveale to friend , Or foe , the knowledge of the fact . Wat. You cannot now but receive Your sonne into your favour , that did urge him To doe some outrage , some villanous shame or mischiefe Vpon that Family as he would shunne your curse . Touch. This is a mischiefe with a witnesse to it : He has done it home it seems . Gil. Sir , can a sonne Doe his fathers will too fully ? Touch. You may be pleas'd to call him . Exit Wat. I would now put on anger , but I feare My inward joy 's too great , to be dissembled : Now for a rigid brow that might enable A man to stand competitor for the seate Of austere justice — Are you come to boast Enter Sam , Wat. The bravery of your fact , with a dissembled Shew of obedience ; as if you had merited Forgivenesse and a blessing ; when my shame For thy lewd action makes me turne and hide My face — for feare my laughter be descry'd . aside and laugh . Gil.

Pray turne not from him sir .

Touch. I have heard sir of your workmanship ; but may A man receive it on your word for truth ? Sam. It is too true , unlesse you please in mercy To pardon , and preserve me from the rigour Of Justice , and the sharper censure That I shall suffer in all good opinion . Touch. I meane you shall out o' the noyse on 't presently : So — there 's a hundred peeces , get you gone ; Provide you for a journey into France , Beare your selfe well , and looke you come not home A verier Coxecombe than you went abroad : Pray weare no falling bands and cuffes above The price of suits and cloaks , least you become The better halfe undone in about at Buffets . Sam.

I hope you shall heare well of me .

Touch.

Amen .

Sam.

Pray blesse me sir .

Touch. My blessing be upon thee , Goe get thee gone , my tendernesse will shew It selfe too womanish else . Gil.

Goodnesse of nature .

Wat.

We 'll helpe to set you forward .

Ex. Touch. Thank yee gentlemen : Be but my sonne , thou shalt not want a father , Though somebody must seeke one : ha , ha , ha — I de give another hundred Peeces now With all my heart , that I might be untongue-ty'd , And triumph o're my adversary now , And dash this businesse in his angry teeth : Strike Strikers teeth out with his owne abuse : Perhaps he knows 't already , if he does ; I may take notice , and make bold to jeere him : This is his usuall walke .
Act 2. Scene 5. Striker , Touch-wood . Stri. I was too blame To give it so much credit at the first , As to be troubled at it . Touch.

'T is the Rascall .

Stri. That he , the sonne of my despight and scorne , Should gaine of Fate a lot to see my Neece , Much lesse a face to aske her for his wife . Touch.

Perhaps he 's casting of his will .

Stri. Yet the vexation that I was but told so , Lyes gnawing in my stomacke , that untill I vomit it upon that Dung-hill wretch ; I cannot eate nor sleepe to doe me good . And I thanke Chance he 's here . Touch.

He comes , and so have at him .

Stri.

Hum , hum , hum , humh .

Touch.

And ha , ha , ha to thee old puppy .

Stri.

Sirrah , sirrah , how dar'st thou keepe a sonne that dares but looke upon my Neece ? there I am we 'yee sir .

Touch.

Sirrah , and sirrah to thy wither'd jawes , and down that wrinkled throat of thine : how dar'st thou think a sonne of mine dares for displeasing me , look but with foule contempt upon thy loathed issue ?

Stri.

Impudent villaine , I have heard he has seene her .

Touch.

Has he but seene her ? ha , ha , ha , I feare I shall out with it : I would not be forsworne : I le keep 't in if I can .

Stri.

Yes Malipert Jack , I have heard that he has seene her , but better hadst thou pist him gainst the wall , then hee presume to love her : and there I am we 'yee sir .

Touch.

Hast thou but heard he has seene her : I tell thee thou old booby thou ; if he had seen , felt , heard , and understood her : nay had he got her with child , and then left her , he were my sonne , and I would cherish him .

Stri.

Darst thou speak so , thou old Reprobate .

Touch.

Thou dost not heare me say it is so , though J could wish it were with all my heart , because I thinke it would breake thine .

Stri.

Hugh , hugh , hugh .

Cough . Touch.

I hope I shall keepe it within the compasse of mine oath ; yet there was a touch for him .

Stri.

Oh thou hel-bred Rascall thou ; hugh , hugh ,

Cough and spit . Touch.

So , so , up with it , Lungs , Lights , Liver , and all : choake up in a churles name .

Stri.

Hugh , hugh .

Touch.

I have put him into these fits forty times at least , and not without hope it will thratle him at last — — if you do break a gut , or a rib or two , with straining , a rope will be your onely remedy : and so I leave you : by the way you have not heard mee say that I know any thing by your Neece : But what I know I le keep to my selfe .

Stri.

And hang thy selfe , I care not what thou know'st , yet thus farre take me we 'yee sir .

Touch.

Not a step , unlesse I were sure I were going to the devill , huh , huh : no sir , you shall not trip me : you shall not fetch it out of me : tush , my sonne 's my sonne , and keep your neece to yourselfe , huh , and if she has any thing of his you may keep that too huh ; and so choake up againe with all my heart , and much good doe it you .

Exit . Stri.

Huh , huh — hum ! so he 's gon , the villain 's gone in hope that he has kild me , when my comfort is he has recover'd mee :

I was heart-sicke with a conceit which lay so mingled with my Fleagme that I had perished , if I had not broke it , and made me spit it out ; hemh , 't is gone , and i le home merrily . I would not that he should know the good he has done me For halfe my estate ; nor would I be at peace with him To save it all : His malice works upon me , Past all the drugs and all the Doctors Counsells , That ere I cop'd with : he has beene my vexation These thirty yeares ; nor have I had another Ere since my wife dy'd ; if the Rascall knew 't , He would be friends , and I were instantly But a dead man , I could not get another To anger me so handsomly .
Act 2. Scene 6. Friswood , Striker . Fris.

YOu are welcome home sir .

Stri. And merrily too Fid. Hemh light at heart , I met with my Physitian , Dog-leech , Touchwood ; And clear'd my stomacke , and now I am light at heart . And thou shalt heare on 't Fid anon perhaps . Fris. You are the better able then to heare And beare what I must tell you . Stri. Where 's my Neece ? How does she , ha ? Fris. As well as a young woman In her case may doe sir . Stri.

Ha! how 's that ?

Fris.

T will out , and I as fit to tell 't you as another .

Stri.

Out with it then .

Fris. T is true , I fac'd you downe there was no league Betweene young Touch-wood , and your Neece , in hope To turne her heart from him before the knowledge Of any thing that past should be a griefe to you : But since I have discover'd t is too late ; And she can be fit bride for no man else . Stri.

He has not laine with her , has he ?

Fris.

You speake as just as Gormans lips .

Stri. I hope he has not lipt her so : Prethee what canst thou meane ? Fris.

Sir , if you thinke

The knowledge of a truth of this sad nature

May prejudice your health , by drawing a Cholericke fit into you , you were best to send for your Physitian , your dog-leech Touchwood , as you cal'd him , to breake your bed of Fleagme , by laughing at you .

Stri.

What dost thou meane now , I have asked thee twice .

Fris. I say young Touch-wood has touch'd , and clap'd your neece ; And ( which is worse ) with scorne and foule disdaine Has left and quite forsaken ; and is gone : ( They say ) sent by his father to travaile . Stri. T was this the villaine hammer'd on to day , When he spoke mystically , doubtfull words , Reflecting on this mischievous sence : Hell , hell , hell . Fris. T were good you would forsake the thought of hell sir , And thinke upon some timely course to save Her credit , and the honour of your house by marriage . Stri. You counsell very well ; But were you privy in their loves affaire ? Fris.

Indeed I knew too much on 't : think of a course good sir .

Stri. I know no course for her and you but one , Young whore and bawd , and that is instantly To pack you out of doores to seek your living , And there I will be we 'yee . Fris.

Sir that you must not .

Stri.

Sprecious dost thou must me in mine owne house ?

Fris. In your owne house sir , kill us if you please , And take the sinne upon you ; but out of it You must not dare to thrust us with your shame : Which I will so divulge , as you shall finde Your house to be no sanctuary for your selfe ; And there i le be with you . Stri.

This is lusty .

Fris. Consider wisely that I know you sir , And can make foule relation of some passages That you will shame to heare . Stri.

Hold your peace .

Fris. Remember sir , neare thirty yeares agoe , You had a sister , whose great marriage portion Was in your hands : good gentlewoman , she Vnfortunately loving a false Squire , Just as your Neece hath now , did get a clap : You know sir what I meane . Stri.

You 'll hold your peace ?

Fris. I le speake it though I dye for 't ; better here Than in a worse place : So clapt I say she was , I know not yet by whom you doe , and beare An inward grudge against some body to this houre for 't . But to my story , good gentlewoman she Was by your most unbrotherly cruell usage Thrust out a doores , as now you threaten us : And miserably big-bellied as she was Leaving her most unjustly detain'd her portion In your false hands , forsooke you and the towne , To flie the aire , where her disgrace was spread : Some jewells and some gold she had conceal'd : But to what part o' th' world shee took we know not , Nor did you ever care , but wisht her out on 't , By any desperate end , after her flight From portion , blood and name ; and so perhaps Immediately she was : for which , this judgement Is justly falne upon you . Stri.

Yet hold thy peace .

Fris. Neither by threats , nor bribes , nor all perswasion , Untill you take your Neece into your care : What will the world say when it heares this story Of your owne naturall sister , and your cruelty , When you shall second it with your Neeces shame ? Stri.

I never was so mated , so astonished .

Fris. Nay , more than this , old Striker , i le impeach You for foule incontinence ; and shaking your Old Bullion Tronkes over my Trucklebed . Stri.

Thou art not desperate ! wilt thou shame thy selfe ?

Fris. I value neither shame , nor name , nor fame ; And wealth I have none to lose ; you have enough To pay for all I take it . Stri.

Oh I am sicke .

Fris.

Be of good cheere , i le send for your Physitian .

Stri.

Sicke , sicke at heart ; let me be had to bed .

Exit . Fris. I hope I have laid the heat of his severity , So sometimes great offences passe for none , When severe Iudges dare not heare their owne . Ex.
Act 3.
Scene 1. Enter Gardner , and Martha his wife . Gar.

PRay le ts agree upon 't good wife , you are my wife I take it , and I should have the command , yet I entreate , and am content you see .

Mat.

And so would any man I thinke that has such a help and commings in by his wife as you have : t is not your durty Sparagus , your Artichoaks , your Carpes , your Tulips , your Strawberries , can bring you in five hundred pound a yeare , if my helping hand , and braine too were not in the businesse ?

Gar.

Let us agree upon 't : and two or three yeares toyle more , while our trade is in request and fashion , will make us purchasers . I had once a hope to have bought this Mannor of Marshland for the resemblance it has to the Low Country soyle you came from , to ha' made you a Banke-side Lady . Wee may in time be somewhat . But what did you take yesterday Mat in all , what had you , ha ?

Mat.

Poore pidling doings ; some foure and twenty pound .

Gar.

What did the rich old Merchant spend upon the poore young gentlemans wife in the yellow bed-chamber ?

Mat.

But eight and twenty shillings , and kept the roome almost two houres , I had no more of him .

Gar.

And what the Knight with the broken Citizens wife ( that goes so Lady like ) in the blew bed-chamber .

Mat.

Almost foure pound .

Gar.

That was pretty well for two .

Mat.

But her husband , and a couple of serving-men had a dish of Sparagus , and three bottles of wine , besides the broken meate into one o' the Arbors .

Gar.

Every thing would live Mat: but here will be great Courtiers and Ladyes to day you say .

Mat.

Yes they sent last night to bespeake a ten pound dinner , but I halfe feare their comming will keep out some of our more constant , and more profitable customers .

Gar.

T will make them the more eager to come another time then Mat . Ha' they paid their reckoning in the Parlour ?

Mat.

Yes , but hutchingly , and are now going away .

Act 3. Scene 2. Gentleman and Gentlewoman to them . Gar.

O here they are going .

Gent.

I protest Mr. Gardner your wife is too deare : Sixteene shillings for a dish of Sparagus , two bottles of wine , and a little Sugar , I wonder how you can reckon it .

Mat.

That was your reckoning in all sir ; wee make no account of particulars , but all to Mall , as they doe in the Netherlands .

Gent.

Your Dutch account Mrs. is too high for us to trouble you any more .

Mat.

That 's as you please sir , a faire day after you :

Ex. Gen.

Who would be troubled with such pinching guests ?

Gar.

I , t is good to misreckon such to be rid of 'hem .

Mat.

They are ee'n as welcome as the Knight that comes hither alone alwayes , and walkes about the garden here halfe a day together , to feed upon Ladyes lookes , as they passe to and fro ; the peeping Knight , whát doe you call him ?

Gar.

O Sir Arnold Cautious .

Mat.

You may call him Cautious , I never saw five shillings of his money yet .

Gar.

No , he comes but to feed his eye , as you say , with leering at good faces , and peeping at pretty insteps .

Mat.

Sir Hugh-Money-lacke , our gather-guest as we call him , sends us no such dull customers : O that good Gentleman I never did any taverne , Inne , or new Ordinary give tribute to a more deserving gentleman — oh here come gallants .

Act 3. Scene 3. Enter Gilbert , Wat , and Sam ( disguis'd ) to them .

Three , and ne're a woman ! strange ! these are not the Courtiers wee look for .

Gil.

This is his daily haunt : I warrant thee we find him .

Wat.

And it shall take , ne're feare it Sam.

Gil.

By your leave Mr. and Mrs. or rather Lord and Lady of the new plantation here .

Wat

Nay Prince and Princesse of the Province of Asparagus .

Sam.

The Island of two Acres here , more profitable than twice two thousand in the Fens , till the drainers have done there .

Mat.

You are pleasant gentlemen : what is your pleasure ?

Gil.

Saw you Sir Arnold Cautious here to day ?

Mat.

Not yet sir .

Gil.

Ha' you a roome i' your house for us ?

Mat.

Have you any more company to come to you ?

Wat.

Yes , we expect some gentlemen .

Mat.

Gentlemen did you say ?

Gil.

Yes indeed gentlemen , no gentlewomen I assure you .

Mat.

Intruth sir all the roomes within are gone .

Gil.

What they are not gone abroad , are they ?

Mat.

You are alwayes pleasant sir : I meane they are all taken up .

Gil.

There are some taken up in 'hem , is 't not so ?

Mat.

Still you are pleasant sir : they are indeed bespoken for great Courtiers , and Ladyes that are to dine here .

Gar.

If you will bestow your selves in the garden , and make choise of your Arbour : you shall have the best cheer the house can afford yee , and you are welcome .

Gil.

Be it so then ; le ts walke about gentlemen . Pray send us some wine .

Wat.

And a dish of your Sparagus .

Mat.

You shall have it gentlemen .

Exit . Gil.

Did you note the wit o' the woman ?

Wat.

I , because we had no wenches we must have no chamber-roome , for feare she disappoynt some that may bring 'hem .

Sam.

Shee spake of great Courtiers and Ladyes that are to come .

Wat.

Some good stuffe perhaps .

Gil.

Why I assure you , right noble , and right vertuous persons , and of both sexes doe frequent the place .

Sam.

And I assure you , as ignoble and vicious doe pester it too much ; and these that respect profit meerely have not the wit , and lesse the vertue to distinguish betwixt the best and the worst , but by their purses .

Wat.

'T is enough for them to weed their garden , not their guests : O here comes our collation .

Act 3. Scene 4. Enter two boyes , they cover a Table , two bottles of wine , Dishes of Sugar , and a dish of Sparagus . Gil.

ANd what 's the price of this feast boy ?

Boy .

Plaist ill Monsieur .

Gil.

What art thou a French-man ?

Boy .

No , I tooke you for one sir , to bargaine for your meate before you eate it , that is not the generous English fashion , you shall know anon sir .

Gil.

Goe get you gone with your wit , and tell your prodigall fooles so .

Wat.

Goe , we 'll call when we want attendance .

Ex. Boy . Gil.

Sam you are too sad ; let not your disguise alter you with us : Come here 's a health to the Hans in Kelder , and the mother of the boy , if it prove so .

Sam.

I le pledge it .

Wat.

We want Sir Hugh Mony-lacke here to discourse the vertues of this precious plant Asparagus , and what wonders it hath wrought in Burgundy , Almaino , Italy , and Languedoc before the herborists had found the skill to plant it here .

Sam.

What 's he to whom wee seeke ?

Wat.

Who mine Vncle , Sir Arnold Cautious ; he 'll come , ne're doubt him ; he seldom misses a day to pry and piere upon the beauties that come to walke here .

Gil.

T is such a Knightling , I le but give yee his Character , and and he comes I warrant thee ; he is an infinite admirer of beauty , and dares not touch a woman : he is aged about fifty , and a batchelour : he defies wed locke , because he thinkes there is not a maiden-head - in any marriagable beauty to be found among Women .

Sam.

Yet you say he is an admirer and hunter after the sight of beauty .

Gil.

He gets a crick in his neck oft-times with squinting up at windowes and Belconies ; and as he walkes the streets , he peepes on both sides at faire breasts and faces , as he were seeking Birds-nests ; and followes pretty feet and insteps like a hare tracker .

Wat.

This is still mine Vncle .

Gil.

And when he sees a Coach of Ladies about to alight , hee makes a stand , in hope to see a delicate legge slip through a lac'd smocke , which if he chance to discover he drivells .

Sam.

Well , how your plot may hold to my purpose I cannot see : he is the unlikeliest man to have a wench put upon that you can mention .

Gil.

I grant the attempt is hard , but the higher will be the atchievement : trust my experience Sam: for as in every instrument are all tunes to him that has the skill to find out the stops , so in every man there are all humours to him that can find their faussets , and draw 'hem out to his purpose .

Wat.

Feare not the plot , as we have cast it , nor the performance in the Comedy , though against mine owne Naturall Vncle .

Gil.

Thy unnaturall Vuncle thou would'st say ; hee ne're did thee good in 's life : Act but thine owne part , and be not out Sam , and feare nothing .

Wat.

He 's somewhat too yong to act a rorer : but what lads have we seene passe for souldiers ?

Act 3. Scene 5. Enter three Courtiers and Ladies : Cautious aloofe . Sam.

O here come the great guests .

Gil.

And these are noble ones indeed ; these are Courtiers Clinquant , and no counterfeit stuffe upon 'hem : I know 'hem all , every Lady with her owne husband too : what a vertuous ' honest age is this : and see if thine Vncle bee not at his old game , bopeepe i' the taile of 'hem . Hee shall follow 'hem no further : Sir Arnold Cautious , Noble Knight you are well encounter'd .

Ex. Court . Caut.

Good Master Gold wyer , doe you know these Ladies ; or be they Ladyes , ha ?

Gil.

Yes , and noble ones , the three Graces of the Court , the Lady Stately , the Lady Handsome , and the Lady peerelesse , doe not you know 'hem ?

Caut.

No not I .

Gil.

How the slave twitters ; you look not up at greatnes , you mind too much the worldly things that are beneath you : if you had such a Lady under you , ( of your owne I meane ) you would mind her .

Caut.

Oh fie , fie , fie .

Gil.

Looke no more after 'hem , they are gone : besides they are vertuous , and too too great for you : when will you get a convenient wife of your owne , to work out the dry itch of a stale Batchelour ?

Caut.

Goe , goe , you are a wag , I itch not that way .

Gil.

Will you goe this way with me then , and heare what I wil say to you ?

Caut.

With all my heart , I am free from businesse .

Gil.

You have a Nephew , whose sister I marryed , a vertuous wife she is , and I love him the better for 't ; he is a younger brother , and borne to no great fortune : now you are very rich , a Batchelour , and therefore I thinke child lesse —

Caut.

Introth Mr. Gold-wyer you must pardon mee , I may not stay with you : I had almost forgot a most important businesse .

Sam.

Ee'n now he had none .

Gil.

Nay good Sir Arnold Cautious , you know not what I le say .

Caut.

I say he is an unthrift , a Squanderer , and must not expect supplyes from me .

Gil.

He does not , shall not , not to the value of a token : pray stay , and heare me sir ; t is no ill ayre to stay in .

Caut.

I with all my heart good Mr. Gold-wyer ; I like the aire well , and your motion hitherto .

Gil.

Will you be pleas'd to doe your kinsman the favour to further him in a match ; I mean an honest lawfull marriage match — but with your countenance , and a good word at most .

Caut.

The most unthankfull office in the world : pray use some other friend in 't : indeed I stay too long .

Gil.

Heare but who it is that he loves , how likely he is to obtaine , what abundant profit the match may bring him , and the desperate undoing danger he falls into if he be not matched , and then doe your pleasure .

Caut.

Why what new danger is he towards , more than the old ill company he was wont to keep ?

Gil.

Oh sir , he is now in league with a companion more dreadfull than 'hem all , a fellow that is in part a Poet , and in part a Souldier .

Caut.

Bounce , bounce .

Gil.

You have hit upon his name : his name is Bounce , do you know him sir ?

Caut.

Not I , nor desire acquaintance with either of his qualities .

Gil.

He is a gentleman sir , that has been upon some unfortunate late services , that have not answer'd his merit .

Caut.

And now he is come home to right himselfe , by writing his owne meritorious acts , is he ?

Gil.

Good introth , I wish you would see 'hem , to come over 'hem with a jeere or two ; I know you are good at it : They are in an Arbour here close by , drinking to their Muses , and glorifying one another for eithers excellency in the art most Poetically .

Caut.

Glorifie doe you say ? I have heard Poets the most envious detractors of one another of all Creatures , next to the very Beggers .

Gil.

Abroad perhaps and asunder , but together there 's no such amity : You never saw 'hem drinke ; pray see 'hem sir , it may take your Nephew off of his Ningle , who hath infected him with Poetry already : and twenty to one , if he faile in the match , which I was about to mention ; he will winne him away to the wars too , and then he may be lost for ever .

Caut.

Good Mr. Gold-wyer goe you to your company , I am not a man of reckoning amongst such ; besides , I seldome drink betwixt meales .

Wat.

At his owne cost he meanes .

Gil.

I commend your temper : you shall not bee in the reckoning ; but I beseech you let me prevaile with you : See , wee are upon hem : save you Gentlemen : I have brought you a noble friend , your uncle ; I know he is welcome to you brother Wat ; and you I am sure will make him so Mr. Bounce : when you shall heare he is an admirer of Poetry and warre .

Caut.

Even a farre off I assure yee : I never durst approach near the fury of either of the fiery qualities .

Sam.

It is your modesty , not feare that keeps you at distance I imagine .

Caut.

Poets may imagine any thing : imagination is their wealth , some of 'hem would be but poore else : are you turn'd Poet Nephew ?

Wat.

For my private recreation sir .

Caut.

What by writing Verses to win some Mistresses to your private recreation : meane you so ?

Sam. You dare not sir blaspheme the vertuous use Of sacred Poetry , nor the fame traduce Of Poets , who not alone immortall be , But can give others immortality . Poets that can men into stars translate , And hurle men downe under the feete of Fate : T was not Achilles sword , but Homers pen , That made brave Hector dye the best of men : And if that powerfull Homer likewise wou'd , Hellen had beene a hagge , and Troy had stood . Gil.

Well said Poet , thou tumblest out old ends as well as the best of 'hem .

Sam. Poets they are the life and death of things , Queens give them honour , for the greatest Kings Have bin their subjects . Caut.

Enough , enough ; you are the first good Poet that e're I saw weare so good a Countenance : leave it , I would not have a gentleman meddle with Poetry for spoyling of his face : you seldome see a Poet look out at a good Visnomy .

Sam.

Think you so sir ?

Caut.

Yes , and that it is a Poeticall Policy , where the face is naturally good without spot or blemish , to deface it by drinking , or wenching , to get a name by 't .

Sam.

A death deserving scandall .

Gil.

Hold , hold .

They scuffle , and Wat throwes . Sam , and offers to stab him . Gil. holds his Dagger . Sam. Thy malice , and thy ignorance Have doom'd thee . Gil.

Gentlemen what meane yee ?

Wat.

My blood must not endure it .

Gil.

You have wrong'd us all , and me the most .

Wat. The wrong is chiefely mine ; yet you adde to it By hindring my just vengeance . Sam.

I le find a time to right you , or my selfe .

Exit . Wat. My next sight of thee is thy death : I feare you are hurt sir ; are you , pray sir tell me ? Caut. Let me first admire thy goodnesse and thy pitty : My owne true naturall Nephew . Gil.

Now it workes .

Caut. I now consider , and will answer thee In a full measure of true gratitude . Wat.

But good sir are you not hurt ? if you bleed , I bleed with you .

Caut. Oh sincere Nephew , good boy I am not hurt , Nor can I thinke of hurt , my thoughts are bent Upon thy good ; you were speaking of a choyse sir , My Nephew would be matcht to , let me know the party . Gil.

Will you sir stand his friend ?

Caut. Let me but know the party and her friend , And instantly about it . Gil.

He is catch'd .

Wat.

How am I bound to you !

Caut.

Nephew I am yet bound to thee , and shall not rest till I am dis-ingag'd by doing this office for thee : what is she , let me know ?

Gil.

Sir , as we walk you shall know all : i le pay the reckoning within as we passe .

Caut.

But by the way Nephew , I must bind you from Poetry .

Wat.

For a Wife you shall sir .

Gil.

Poetry , though it be of a quite contrary nature , is as pretty a jewell as plaine dealing , but they that use it forget the Proverb .

Ex.
Act 3. Scene 6. Enter Courtiers and Ladyes . 1 Cour. COme Madams , now if you please after your garden Feast , To exercise your numerous feet , and tread A curious knot upon this grassie square ; You shall fresh vigour adde unto the spring , And double the encrease , sweetnesse and beauty Of every plant and flower throughout the garden . 1 Lad. If I thought so my Lord , we would not doe Such precious worke for nothing ; we would be Much better huswifes , and compound for shares O' th' gardners profit . 2 La. Or at least hedge in Our Sparagus dinner reckoning . 2 Cour. I commend your worldly providence : Madam , such good Ladies will never dance Away their husbands Lands . 1 Cour.

But Madams will yee dance ?

1 La. Not to improve the garden good my Lord , A little for digestion if you please . 1 Cour.

Musicke , play .

The Dance . 1 Cour. You have done Nobly Ladyes , and much honour'd This peece of earth here , with your gracefull footing . 1 La.

By your faire imitation , good my Lords .

1 Cour. May the example of our harmlesse mirth And Civill recreation purge the place Of all foule purposes . 1 La. T is an honest wish : But wishes weed no gardens ; hither come Some wicked ones they say . 1 Cour. We seek not to abridge their priviledge ; Nor can their ill hurt us ; we are safe . 1 La.

But let us walke , the time of day calls hence .

1 Cour.

Agreed .

Exeunt .
Act 3. Scene 7. Money-lacke , Hoyden , Springe , Brittle-ware , Rebecca , Coulter . Mon.

YOu are now welcome to th' Asparagus Garden Land-lady .

Reb.

I have beene long a comming for all my longings : but now I hope I shall have my belly full on 't .

Mon.

That you shall , feare not .

Reb.

Would I were at it once .

Mon.

Well , because she desires to bee private , goe in with your wife Mr. Brittleware , take a roome , call for a feast , and satisfie your wife , and bid the Mrs: of the house to provide for us .

Brit.

I will sir .

Ex. Brit. Wife . Mon.

And how doe you feele your selfe Mr. Hoyden after your bleeding , purging , and bathing , the killing of your grosse humors by your spare dyet , and your new infusion of pure blood , by your queint feeding on delicate meates and drinks ? how doe you feele your selfe ?

Hoy.

Marry I feele that I am hungry , and that my shrimped yet and sippings have almost famished me , and my purse too ; slid I dare be sworne , as I am almost a gentleman , that every bit and every spoonfull that I have swallowed these ten dayes , has cost me ten shillings at least .

Spr.

Is it possible that you can consider this , and bee almost a gentleman ?

Hoy.

Small acquaintance I doe not lye to you : truth's truth , as well in a Gentleman as a begger , for I am both almost , and perhaps not the first that can write so .

Spr.

Doe you note how his wit rises ?

Hoy.

There 's one of my hundred pounds gone that way , all but these twelve pieces .

Coul.

You see now what a fine hand you have made of your money , since you got it out of my clutches .

Hoy.

Then there 's my apparell , a hundred pound went all in three suits , of which this is the best .

Spr.

But what doe you thinke of your wit hundred pound ?

Hoy.

Marry I thinke that was the best laid out : for by it I have got wit enough to know that I was as cleerely cosen'd of it as heart can wish : o' my soule and conscience , and as I am almost a gentleman , and a man had come to London for nothing else but to be Cheated , hee could not bee more roundlier rid of his money .

Mon.

Well sir , if you repine at your expences now , that you want nothing but your Belly-full of Sparagus to finish my worke of a gentleman in you ; I will , if you please , in lieu of that stuffe up your paunch with Bacon and Bagge-pudding and put you backe againe as absolute a Clowne as ever you came from plough .

Coult.

I would he're come to that once .

Sprin.

Take heed how you crosse him .

Hoy.

Nay pray sir bee not angry , ( though to the shame of a Gentleman I say it ) my teeth doe ee'ne water at the name of the sweet Country dish you spoke of ( bacon and bag-pudding ) yet I will forbeare it : but you say I shall fill my belly with this new Daintrill that you spake of ; these Sparowbills , what doe you call 'hem .

Mon.

You shall have your belly full .

Hoy.

Top full I beseech you .

Coul

Humh —

Mon.

You shall : but I must tell you , I must ha you turn away this grumbling Clowne that followes you : he is as dangerous about you , as your fathers blood was within you , to crosse and hinder your gentility .

Hoy.

True , you said you would help me to a boy no bigger than a Monkey .

Spr.

And you shall have him , a pretty little knave , you may put him in your pocket .

Coul.

Yes wusse , to pick 's money out if he had it ; shortly 't will come to that bevore 't be long .

Hoy.

Coulter you must to the plough again ; you are too heavy a clog at the heeles of a gentleman .

Coult.

I with all my heart , and I con you thanks too .

Hoy.

The Clowne , my fathers heire , will be glad of you .

Mon.

Have you an elder brother ?

Hoy.

You doe not heare me say he is my brother ; but the clown my father had a former son , by a former wife , that was no gentlewoman as my mother was , and he is a Clowne all over , and incurable , even get you to him , like to like will agree well : here 's a Crowne for you , 't will carry you a foote to Tanton ; and so get you gone like a Clowne as you are .

Coult.

'T is well you allow me some mon ey yet : we shall have you begge all the way home shortly , when your Cheaters have done we ' yee .

Mon.

How villaine !

Spr.

Why doe you not correct him sir ?

Coult.

Nay why do not you , he dares not ? though he could spare his Clowne blood , he dares not venture his Gentleman blood so , nor you yours , t is all too fine I doubt ; therefore keepe it , & make much on 't : I would be loath a jaile should stay my journey , or by my Cursen soule I would see , what colour the best on 't were before I goe . But if I don't your errand to your brother , and tell'n how you doe vlout 'em behinde 's back , then say Cut's a Curre : And so a vart vor a varewell to the proudest o' yee ; and if you be an anger'd , tak 't in your angry teeth .

Exit . Spr.

Mon. Ha , ha , ha .

Spr.

What a rude Rascall 't is ? you are happy that he is gone .

Mon.

And so am I , he hindred halfe my worke ; seven yeares time is too little to make a gentleman of one that can suffer such a Clowne within seven mile of him .

Hoy.

Would hee were beyond Brainford on his way then by this time for me . But you forget the way you were in ; you said you would fill my belly ; and then fall to practice fine complements and congies to make me a perfect gentleman , and fit to see mine unknowne uncle .

Mon.

All shall be done .

Act 3. Scene 8. Enter Brittleware and Rebecca to them . Hoy.

See if my Surgeon and his wife have not fil'd themselves , and come wiping their lips already .

Mon.

So shall you presently : now Landlady are you pleasd with your Asparagus ?

Reb.

With the Asparagus I am ; and yet but halfe pleas'd neither , as my husband shall very well know .

Mon.

Well , wee will leave you to talke with him about it : come sir let us into the house .

Ex. Brit.

But halfe pleas'd sweet-heart ?

Reb.

No indeed Iohn Brittleware ; the Asparagus has done its part ; but you have not done your part Iohn ; and if you were an honest man Iohn , you would make sir Hughes words good of the Asparagus , and be kinder to me : you are not kinde to your owne wife Iohn in the Asparagus way ; you understand me : for ought I see Pompeons are as good meat for such a hoggish thing as thou art .

Brit.

Well , when we come at home Beck , I know what I know .

Reb.

At home , is 't come to that ? and I know what I know : I know he cannot love his wife enough at home , that won't bee kinde to her abroad : but the best is I know what my next longing shall be .

Brit.

More longings yet ! now out of the unsearchable depth of womans imagination , what may it be ?

Reb.

It beginnes to possesse me already , still more and more : now t is an absolute longing , and I shall be sick till I have it .

Brit.

May I know it forsooth , tell it that you may have it .

Reb.

I dare tell it you , but you must never know that I have it .

Brit.

If you dare tell it .

Reb.

Dare ; nay be as jealous as you will : thus it is , I do long to steale out of mine owne house , unknowne to you as other women doe , and their husbands nere the wiser , hither to this same Sparagus Garden , and meet some friend that will be kind to me .

Brit.

How , how !

Reb.

In private ; unknowne to you , as I told you ; 't is unpossible I shall ever have a child else , and you so jealous over me as you are ?

Brit.

Art thou a woman and speak this ?

Reb.

Art thou a man , five yeares married to me ; and aske mee now if I be a woman ?

Brit.

Art thou so full of the Devill to flye out in this manner ?

Reb.

Why his hornes flye not out of me to fright thee , do they ?

Bri.

Oh for a hell that has not a woman in 't ?

Act 3. Scene 9. Enter a Gentleman and a City Wife . Reb.

Look you there Iohn jealousie , there 's an example before your eyes , if nothing hang i' your sight ; there you may see the difference between a sower husband and a sweet natur'd gentleman ! good heart ! how kindly he kisses her ! and how feately she holds up the neb to him ! little heart ! when will you be so kind to your owne wife Iohn .

Brit.

Is that his wife thinke you ?

Reb.

No , no , I know her , t is Mris. Holy-hocke the precise Drapers wife ; oh , how my longing growes stronger in mee : J see what shift soever a woman makes with her husband at home , a friend does best abroad .

Act 3. Scene 10. Enter Servant to them . Ser.

Jndeed my Mris. will not take this money , there wants two shillings .

Wom.

Why is my peece too light ?

Ser.

Two light for the reckoning Mrs. it comes to two & twenty shillings , and this is but twenty .

Gent.

Vnreasonable ; how can she reckon it ,

Ser.

J know what you had sir , and we make no bills :

Gen.

Well fare the Taverns yet , that though they cosen'd never so much , would downe with it one way or other : and their Iacks , go agen ; now tell your Mris. & that wil hinder her somwhat .

Ser.

Not a jot sir .

Gent.

Then tell her the Countesse of Copt Hall is comming to be her neighbour againe , and she may decline her trade very dangerously .

Ser.

My Mris. scorns your words sir .

Gent.

You Rogue

Wom. .

Nay sweet Cosen , make no uprore for my reputations sake ; here youth there 's two shillings more , commend me to your Mistresse .

Ex. Ambo . Brit.

She payes the reckoning it seems .

Reb.

It seems then he has beene as kind to her another way .

Ex.
Act 3. Scene 11 . Enter Money-lucke , Hayden , Springe , Martha . Mon.

How is 't ? J hope you are not wrangling now , but better pleas'd than so .

Reb.

No , no , sir Hugh , 't is not the Sparagus can do 't , unlesse the man were better :

Hoy.

But may J now be confident that J am almost a gentleman .

Spr.

Without that confidence you are nothing .

Mon.

There wants nothing now , but that you learn the rules & rudiments , the principles and instructions for the carriages , congies , & complements , which we 'll quicly put into you by practice .

Hoy.

And then the spending the little rest of my mony , & J am a cleare gentleman , & may see my uncle .

Mon.

Right , right .

Hoy.

And I will write it , and crowd it into as many Bonds as I can a purpose to write gentleman ; Timothy Hoyden of Tanton — no , of London , Gentleman : London is a common place for all gentlemen of my ranke , is it not ?

Spr.

Excellent , doe you not marke how finely he comes on ?

Hoy.

But as I hope to live and dye a gentleman Mrs. what shi' call ' , your reckoning was devillish deare : s'daggers three pound for a few Cuckoe pintles , they were no better I thinke .

Spr.

Now you fall backe againe , and derogate from the condition of a gentleman most grosly , to think any thing too deare you eate or drinke .

Hoy.

Poxe on 't , I had forgot .

Mon.

When he has his rules and principles , which must be his next study , he will remember .

Hoy.

Pray let 's about it quickly .

Mon.

Now we 'll goe ; but you forget me Mistresse .

Mat.

No indeed sir Hugh , here 's two Peece for last week and this .

Mon.

T is well : Landlord and Landlady will you goe ?

Brit.

Would you wou'd long to be at home once .

Wif. .

Wif I doe perhaps and to be here againe , and there again ; and here , and there , and here againe ; and all at once .

Brit.

Hey kicksie winsie .

Wif.

And I doe long to goe to Windsor too , to know if the prophesie is as true there , as he reported here .

Mat.

How did you heare it goes forsooth ?

Wif.

That all old women shall die , and many young wives shal have Cuckolds to their husbands .

Mat.

I heard forsooth that all young wives should dye that were pure maids when they were marryed .

Wif.

And none other ?

Mat

So report goes forsooth .

Wif.

You speake very comfortably : It may be a long journey to the worlds end yet .

Brit.

It seems you are not proscribed by the prophesie then ?

Wife .

I thank my destiny .

Hoy.

My first worke when I am compleat gentleman shall bee to get them a Child , and make 'hem friends .

Mon.

A most gentlemanly resolution .

Wif.

And truely the City is much bound to such well affected gentlemen .

Exeunt .
Act 4.
Scene 1. Tom Hoyden , Coulter . Tom.

IS it possible that halfe this can be true , that a halfe brother of mine can be made such an asse all over ?

Coul.

T is all true , as I am a Cursen fellow Mr. Thomas , every word on 't : ● scorne to lye in a sillibub I ; what lucke had I to meete you ? I never thought to zee you at London .

Tom

S'daggers death , it has as good as veez'd me out o' my wits to think on 't : was my vathers blood zo quaisome to him , ( with a mischiefe to 't ) that he must let it out to be a gentleman , because his mother was one ( by her owne report : ) for our own parts we nother know nor care where hence she coame , nor whither she 's gone , but dead she is ) she brought my vather a good purse o' mony , and kept another in store it seems , till she could keep 't no longer , and then bestow'd it well and wisely upon Chitty vace her zonne , to make him a geantleman , and told him what great house he coame on by her side ; for shee was a Striker forzooth , and ga'n directions to vinde an old Uncle of his here in Cuckold-shire , one Mr. Striker : but virst shee bade him put his zelfe into vashion , and bee sure to beare's zelfe like a Gentleman ; and he has ta'ne a wise course to compasse it , it zeems : I warrant he ha made a voole o' his voure hundred pound by this time .

Coult.

Ay , and o' his zelfe too , as his Cony catchers ha handled him : And you had zeen 't , you would ha' bepist your zelfe vor woe , how they blooded him .

Tom.

Ah .

Coult.

And then how they spurg'd his guts out .

Tom.

Ah .

Colt .

A Bots light on 'hem , 't would ha made a dog zick to zeet how like a scalded pig he look'd .

Tom.

Ha , ha , ha .

Coult.

And then how they did veed'ne with a zort of zlip zlaps not all worth a' messe o' milke porredge to make him vine vorsooth .

Tom.

Ah .

Coult.

You le zee zuch an altrication in him as never was zeen in a brother .

Tom.

But I wo'not zee'n yet as voule a Clowne , as I am , and as vine a gentleman , as he is , I have a tricke i' my skonce to make a yonger brother o' me .

Coul.

I that would be zeene now .

Tom.

I ha 't , and 't is a vine one , I came to London to zeeke the voole my brother , and ha the same directions from our Curate , ( to whom my mother told all ) that Tim had to vinde his uncle Strikers house , and I ha quir'd it out ; and this is it , and thou zhalt zee what I chill doe now : wh' are within .

Act 4. Scene 2. Enter Friswood to them . Fris.

Who would you speak with .

Tom.

By your leave vorsooth , I would speake with the Mr. o' the house : I understand his worships name is Mr. Striker .

Fris.

He is so sir , but he is not in case to buy any cattell at this time .

Tom.

Nor doe I come to zell'n any ; my comming is of a dead bodyes errand vorsooth .

Fris.

What strange fellow is this troe ?

Tom.

I pray vorsooth , and you bee old enough ( as it zeems you be ) to remember when my mother was a maid , did you know a zuster of Mr. Strikers that was married into Zummerzet shire ?

Fris.

What was her name I pray ?

Tom.

Her Cursen name was Audry , she zed , and a Striker she as bevore she was married ; but my vather made a Hoyden .

Fris.

Hoyden .

Tom.

Yes Hoyden , zo I zay ; there be very good vokes o' th name , as you shall well know ; I cham one my zelfe , and she neede not be asham'd I wusse o' the kin she coame on , to hugger mugger it as she did to her dying day .

Fris.

Most wonderfull , but is she dead ?

Tom.

Yes vaith she 's dead , and as sumptiously buried , though I zay 't , as any yeomans wife within ten mile of Tanton , any time these ten and twenty yeare .

Fris.

Pray what were you to her ?

Tom.

I tell you , my vather married her ; and I should bee her zonne I thinke .

Fris.

Good heaven , how things will come about !

Tom.

Coulter keep thy countenance Coulter , I le make 'hem believe I am her very naturall zonne , & zee what will come on 't .

Coult.

I le keepe my countenance , and zet a vace on 't too and need be .

Fris.

Your Vncle Striker at this time is very sicke sir , but I will acquaint him with your desire : pray walke into the next roome the while sir .

Tom.

If he should dye now Coulter , and make me his heire ?

Coult.

I marry Mr. so you might make a better journey on 't then the gentleman your brother .

Ex. Fris. .

This to me is the greatest wonder of all , that I am presently possess'd of my Mrs. sullen sicknes , which has ee'n drawn him to deaths doore , and my Mistresses unfortunable condition are nothing to this Country Hoydens relation :

Act 4. Scene 3. Enter Touchwood .

O Mr. Touchwood , you are the welcom'st Gentleman that ever could come into so heavy a house .

Touch.

A stinking one it is I am sure : that nasty carrion thy Mr. is i' my nose already , I think I were best goe no further .

Fris.

Let not the sadnesse of this place dismay you .

Touch.

But is he dead already , ha ?

Fris.

Not altogether dead sir

Touch.

The worse luck ; and how does your Mistris ? ha , ha , ha , well well I say nothing .

Fris.

She is in bodily health sir , but very sad and much disconsolate , poore Damsell .

Touch.

Not for her Grandsire , is she : if the worst dogge hee keeps howle for him , I le worry sheepe with mine owne teeth , and trusse for him ; but why is she sad , prethee tel me ? ha ha , ha .

Fris.

I marvaile at your mirth sir .

Touch.

I would now give her a new Gowne , to tell me the true cause that I might save mine oath , and rore out my rejoycings : t was a devillish tricke of the Rascalls to bind me by oath never to speake of it , but to those that should tell me of it first . I have such a coyle to keep it in now : Prethee tell me , what has the old Traveller , that is now bound for the Low Countries , gi'n thy Mrs. in his will , canst tell ?

Fris.

Alas he is offended with her , she has displeased him in somewhat , that is the maine cause of his mortall sicknesse .

Touch.

That 's my boy , there boy , there , that was a home blow .

Fris.

She comes not at him sir , nor dares not see him : do you know any thing by her sir ?

Touch.

No , no , no , not I , not I ; s'bones I bit my tongue too hard .

Fris.

If you doe sir , would you would speake a good word for her , that he may dye in charity with her .

Touch.

The jade jeeres me , I le stay no longer i' the house .

Fris.

Nay good sir say not so , after so many messages and entreaties , by all the best o' the parish , and an exhortation made to you by the Minister himselfe : did you vouchsafe to come , and wil you now come short to see my Master , now the Doctors have given him over , and he is dying ?

Touch.

I confesse 't was my desire to see that dying that brought me hither : where is he ? I le hold my nose , and have at him .

Fris.

I hope you wil be friends with him now sir ; for he 's ee'n a going .

Touch.

Friends ? I le rather goe with him , and fight it out by the way .

Act 4. Scene 4. Enter Striker brought in a Chaire , Curate . Fris.

Looke you sir here he is .

Touch,

What up and in a Chaire ?

Fris.

Yes sir ; he will not yield by any perswasion to dye in his bed .

Touch.

Then he may live to be hanged yet , for ought I see .

Cur.

See sir , your neighbour Touchwood comes to be reconciled to you .

Touch.

You are quite besides the book sir Domine , I have no friends in hell to send to by him : no sir , I come to see him dye , as he liv'd a hatefull miscreant .

Cur.

Let me pray and beseech you to speake more charitably , or else not to offend the dying man with your presence .

Touch.

Doe I come to humour him , or you , or my selfe , thinke you : you that take upon you , and doe rather goe about to sooth him up in his sicknesse , then to fright him out of his paine , rather encourage him to live then rid the world of him , and his abhominations .

Cur.

Best looke into your selfe Sir : The worlds a stage , on which you both are Actors , and neither to be his owne Judge .

Touch.

But he has playd many vilde and beastly parts in it , let him goe , I would see his last Exit , and hisse him out of it ; harke , the Ravens cry porke for him , and yet he dyes not .

Fris.

O you are a hard-hearted man .

Touch.

My heart 's not hard enough to breake his , I would it were : where 's your kinde hearted Mistris , fetch her , and trye what she can doe .

Stri.

Huh , huh , huh ,

Cough . Cur.

What have you done sir ?

Touch.

So , so , so , so it workes , it workes .

Stri.

Out snarling Hell-hound my curse upon thee , and thy cursed sonne that has undone my Neece and mee : curse upon curse light on yee .

Cur

Oh fearefull .

Touch.

How heartily he prayes ; sure he is neare his end .

Cur.

Pray sir depart , you are too uncharitable .

Touch.

My sonne undone thy Neece : has he not done her think'st thou ? ha , ha , ha .

Stri.

Huh , huh , huh : Villaine thou knowst what he has done ; huh , huh .

Touch.

I know not whether I know or no ; tell me , and I le tell thee .

Fris. I le tell you then that which you know already , Although you keepe it for a joy within you : Your wicked sonne has by her owne confession Done that unto her , that unlesse he play The honest mans part and marry her , he will Full dearely answer it in Hell . Stri :

Huh , huh , huh .

Touch.

Speake English , has he laine with her ?

Fris. T is so : She has confest it to her grandfather , To me , and Mr. Pancridge here is made Acquainted with it . Touch.

Ha , ha , ha .

Cur. The Virgin sayes She is depusilated by your sonne . Touch.

Depusilated , ha , ha , ha .

Cur. It is no laughing matter : therefore send Speedily for your sonne , before the rumour Make it ridiculous ; as yet none knowes it , But we a slender few . Touch. Will you direct Your Divine Rhetoricke there to him ; and winne him But to entreat me in this case , and try What I will say to 't . Cur.

Be perswaded sir .

Stri.

In this extremity I doe entreat you that they may marry .

Touch. I have my ends upon thee ; quickly dye , And take thine owne , thy base submission Has rendred thee more odious , more loathsome To me than all thy former villanies . Stri.

Huh , huh huh .

Touch. And harke thee ere thou dyest , for now th' art going : Before my sonne shall wed that whore thy Neece , She shall bring all the hands of all the whore-masters In City , Court , and Kingdome , ( black Coats , and all ) I will spare none ) unto a faire Certificate That she is cleare of all men but my sonne , Stri.

Huh , huh , huh .

Touch. Nay more : That she is cleare of him too ; and that hee Has never top'd her in the way we treat of , Before he wed her : for my sonne shall not ride In his old boots upon his wedding night : So , now dye and sinke Into thy grave , to rid us of thy stinke . Cure .

I have not knowne such want of charity .

Fris.

Vnconscionable wretch , thou hast kild my Mr.

Stri. Vgh , ugh , no Fid ugh hem ! he has cur'd me : I am light at heart agen : he has cur'd me ; He has play'd the good Physitian 'gainst his will ; And a halter be his fee for 't . Touch.

The Devill I have , and his Dam it shall .

Stri.

Ah hem ! I am light at heart agen .

Touch.

O damn'd old counterfeit .

Fris.

Well fare your heart old Master .

Stri. Though she prove bastard-bellyed , I will owne her , Cherish , maintaine , and keepe her from thy sonne . Touch.

Oh I could teare that tongue out .

Stri.

Keep her child too .

Touch.

Doe , and her next , and fill thy house with bastards .

Stri.

I le hold 'hem more legitimate than thy brood .

Cur.

What meane you gentlemen ?

Stri.

For thou , thy sonne , thy house is all a Bastard .

Touch.

Beare witnesse , he calls my house a Bastard .

Fris.

Ha , ha , ha .

Touch

I le make thy house to smoak for 't .

Stri.

Beare witnesse there , he saies he will fire my house .

Cur.

For neighbour-hood and Charity speak lower .

Stri.

T is' petty treason ; i le be wi' yee there sir .

Touch.

And hang thy selfe old scare Crow .

Fris.

Will you eate a peece of Ginger-bread for your Winde Sir .

Touch.

Out Witch .

Kicks her . Fris.

O murder , murder .

Stri.

I le lay as many actions on thee as thou hast bones in that Swines foote of thine .

Fris.

My Nailes shall right me : I le teach him to kick a woman .

Cur.

Hold mistris Friswood .

Fris.

O Villaine kicke a woman !

Touch.

Thou laidst this plot to murther me , thou man-killer .

Stri.

Blood-sucker thou ly'st .

Cur.

Helpe from above , within , or any whence , in the name of sanctity I conjure you . Flectere si nequeo superos , Acheronta movebo .

Act 4. Scene 5 : Enter Tom and Coulter . Tom.

What 's the matter ? by your leave which is my zick Uncle ? are you scuffling for 's money before he be dead .

Coul.

Wee 'l part you with a vengeance .

Touch.

Ha you your Tennants , your Clownes here brought in to butcher me ?

Stri.

Slave they are thine , brought in to spoyle and rob mee ; I know 'hem not .

Cur.

I feare I have conjur'd up fiends indeed , how infernally they looke ?

Tom.

No sir , we come with no zick intendment on neither nother zide ; but an you be Mr. Striker , we are o' your zide , an 't bee to cut all the rest into Pot-hearbs .

To Touch . Fris.

No , this is my Mr.

Tom.

Zay but the word then , and have at 'hem .

Touch.

Had you your ambuscado for me ?

Cur.

They are a paire of the Sedan Mules I take it .

Coul.

Moyles sir , wee be no Moyles would you should well know .

Tom.

We be Cursen folke as good as your zelfe , and get you out o' the house by mine Vncles leave here .

Touch.

Your Vncle , oh brave .

Tom.

Or if I baste you not well a fine , and Lamb-skinne your jackets till your bones rattle i' your hides , then zay cha bewrai'd the house I coame on .

Touch.

Well sir , I le goe and leave you to your Vncle : rejoyce sir with your kind red : I hope you wil have more shortly , if your Neece prove fruitful : Come Master Paneridge , will you goe ?

Cur.

With joy for your recovery , and manners to your privacy , Right Worshipfull I leave you to talke with ' Clowne your Nephew .

Touch.

Tarry , tarry ; as sure as a Club , this Clowne is sent for out of the Country , to soder up his crack'd Neece in Matrimony , and therefore calls him Vncle ; I could spoyle the Match , but by my oath I dare not ; and therefore Clowne take thy course : come let us goe Mr. Pancridge

Ex. Stri.

And why you my Nephew sir ?

Tom.

And why not I your Nephew ; han't she told you , and ha' not I told you as much as the matter 's worth , and doe yee meane to vlee from the bargaine ?

Stri.

What new afflictions hourely find me out ?

Fris.

And for your health , I hope sir .

Stri. Sir , I le have better testimony then your owne ; T is true I lost a sister ; but till you Bring stronger proofe she was your mother sir , Your Clowneship must not Vncle me ; am I we' you sir ? Kings Crownes have beene pretended to by' impostures ; And knavery is as rife in Russet Wooll , As in the prowdest purple ; get you gone , There I am we' you directly . Tom.

Is 't come to this now ?

Coult.

Your project will not hold Mr. Thomas , best zeek your brother Tim , hee has a zertification from the parish , and the Priest too , of all your mothers mind , and you could cosen him on 't , and come agen , and uncle this weese gentleman , whether he wooll or no ; 't would be vine i'vaith

Tom.

Agreed : well sir , vor this time I ha no more to zay t' yee , since you be so budge : but he that made you zave you

Exeunt Amb. Stri.

Farewell sir , I doe beginne to think there 's something in 't .

Fris.

He made me thinke he was your sisters sonne I am sure .

Stri. I will not think so , no he was set on By some of my maligners to abuse me ; It had beene good to ha laid him by the heeles : But let him goe ; call downe my Neece out of The melancholy mist she 's chambred in , Ex. Fris. All makes for her ; their vexing me , restores Her to my love againe ; and reason good ; She 's mine owne naturall Neece : and though She has lost the husband , and the name she sought , Yet she appeares a Striker ; and I will cherish her . Come you shal grieve no longer , I am friends wi' yee : Stand up , stand up I say , and look up too , Off with this mourning veile , and dry those teares : I have consider'd that right Noble Parents Have pardon'd in their Children as great faults ; But let it bee your warning , not your licence .
Scene 6. Ent. Annab . and kneels . An. For your security I am content , And would entreat to live in that retirement , Which your faire Justice , and my foule offence Of late confin'd mee to , to weepe and sigh My loathed life away . Stri. No more : you shall No longer live reclus'd in wilfull darknesse ; Enjoy your former liberty ; see , and be seene : And ( as you weigh my pardon and my love ) Let not your blemish dwell upon your face ; Nor any argument of griefe , or shame Be legible there , to the most curious eye : But let your cheek be chearefull , and your brow Crown'd with as great a confidence , as may Comply with Virgin Modesty : and that Adde to your beauty with full strength of Art , Beyond the eye to take a lovers heart . An.

In all I will obey you ,

Stri. If I make Choise of a husband for you then , you 'le take him . An.

T will but become my duty .

Stri.

A good girle .

Fris.

Sir here 's the Knight come againe , that has been here in the time of your sicknesse to have seene you , and my Mistris , but could not : and left a letter for you once : hee that looks women through so .

Stri.

Oh Sir Arnold Cautious : did you tell him I was o' the mending hand .

Fris.

Yes I told him you were so , so .

Stri.

Give me my Gowne and Cap though , and set mee charily in my sickly chaire ; his letter is a treaty of a match betwixt his Nephew and my Neece : goe fetch him up .

Ex. Fris.

In Neece , and be not seene untill I call you : untill you heare me call you , doe you heare ?

Ex. Ann.

Could I but catch this Cautious coxecombe Knight now — I le put faire for 't .

Act 4. Scene 7. Enter Cautious and Friswood . Fris.

Here is the Knight sir .

Stri. Why reach you not a Chaire ? I hope sir Arnold You 'll pardon the necessity of my rudenesse : I cannot rise , nor stoope , to you , uh , uh , uh . Caut. Rather excuse me sir , that presse upon you Thus in your weaknesse : but you understand My businesse by my letter if you have read it . Stri. Yes sir , goe forth ; but be not farre I pray you . Ex. Fris. I have heard your Nephew is a wilde yong man . Caut. A very bashfull boy I assure you ; that 's the reason That I am wonne to be a spokes-man for him . Stri Oh no dissembling sir ; you know he is wilde , And suffers under your displeasure for 't : uh , uh , uh . Caut. A witch could not gesse righter : but they say That dying men are Prophets oftentimes . Suppose he has beene wild , let me assure you He 's now reclaim'd , and has my good opinion : And is as like in person and behaviour To gaine the maids affection . Stri ,

Speake to the purpose ; pray what 's his estate ?

Caut. I there 's the poynt indeed : why sir , he has A hundred pound a yeare ; and is withall A hopefull , and a handsome gentleman . Stri.

Hopefull , and handsome ! uh , uh , uh .

Caut.

You sir have wealth enough .

Stri. And she has choise enough Of greater matches : could I get her Into a marriage vaine , but she 'll not look Upon a man not she ; but lives retir'd Here in my house , and is a carefull Nurse : She 's fitter sir to be an old mans Nurse , Then any young mans bride : uh , uh , uh , uh . Caut. Is she so grave in youth ? I have often sought A sight of her , but never could obtaine it . Stri. Not without my consent I warrant you ; Shee 's nearer to a mother than a maid . I tell you truth sir , and you know deceipt Becomes not dying men : uh , uh , uh . For vertue and obedience She 's fitter for your selfe then for your Nephew : But to the poynt , a hundred pound a yeare You say he has , and hopes and handsomnesse , Which may acquire , with your assurance of So much for joynture — Yes , a thousand pound In portion with her : but sir let me tell you , I 'de rather give sixe thousand unto one Of mine owne choise ; which she will not refuse , If I but say this is the man , and take him . Caut.

Will not your Neece be seene : I faine would see her .

Stri. At hand : she will not out of my presence sir , Nor ever was by man , not since the clocke Of her Virginity struck eleven , not she , Except at doore or window , as men passe : And so perhaps your Nephew may have seene her . Caut. Introth no otherwise ; and so he told me . May not I see her sir ? Stri. I tell you true ; Deceit you know becomes not dying men : uh , uh , uh . And therefore harke you sir , I have a purpose , ( That if she take the man whom I will chuse ) To make her my sole heire ; provided that She match before I dye : uh , uh , I cannot last . Caut.

Pray let me see your Neece .

Stri.

Friswood — why Friswood .

Caut.

Is that her name ?

Stri.

No sir , I call my maid .

Caut.

A maid ; I took her for an old woman .

Stri. A maid upon my vertue : and I feare That her frigidity has mortifi'd my Neece : Deceipt becomes not dying men you know Friswood I say , I bad her not be farre : I dare not straine my selfe to call her lowder . Caut.

I le call her for you sir : Fris —

Stri. Hold sir , hold , pray use this whistle for me , I dare not straine my selfe to winde it I , The Doctors tell me it will spend my spirits , Caut . whistles . So , so , enough sir — Fie , fie upon you : Goe call my Neece , uh , uh . Ex. Fris. Caut. Be of good cheare sir , and take courage man : What you have beene a Striker in your dayes : And may be agen , I would not have him dye . Stri.

Uh — alas I cannot last — why comes she not ?

Fris. I cannot get her from her work ; nor to Beleeve me that you sent for her , because I told her that a gentleman was with you Stri. There was your fault , then I must call my selfe . Why Anna-bell , ah , ah , ah , An-na-bell . Ex. Fris. Caut. Take heede , straine not your selfe too hard , but send agen : The rarest beauty that I e're beheld , Act 4. Scene 2. Which with a maiden-head of that growth , Enter Annabell . Would be an absolute wonder , her sweet modesty , And meeke obedience , justifies that too , She kneeles at Strikers feet . And makes her up a miracle of nature ; My former misbeliefe I doe renounce , And at first sight , ( which is the birth of love ) A faith growes in me , strengthened by the word Of this expiring man , that chastity Has not forsaken beauty . Stri.

You shall heare him .

Ann. What to propound a husband ? honour'd sir , Although I rather wish to dye a Virgin ; Yet my obedience to your grave behests Shall sway my will : your choise shall be my liking : But let me thus much favour begge , before You make that choyse , that you will not destroy The building you have rear'd ; your care and cost Hath built me up by vertuous education , Vnto that heighth that I consider heaven ; And waxe so old in that high contemplation , That to look downe on youthfull vanities , Were to be at a stand ; and to delight in 'hem , Were to fall backe againe ; and to be link'd In marriage , to a man whose wilde affections Are bent to worldly pleasures a maine perdition . Caut. I dare not speak to her for my Nephew now : Nor ( though I love her strangely ) for my selfe . Ann. Doe you tell me of his Nephew sir ? even hee The Knight himselfe , I hold to be too young For a well govern'd man as the world goes . Caut.

I ha' not the heart to wrong her ; she 's too good .

Fris. Sir , here 's a gentleman presses at my heeles To speak with you .
Act. 4. Scene 8 Enter Gilbert with his arme in a Scarffe . Caut.

Mr. Goldwire , what 's your haste ?

Gil I come to crye you mercy , and this good gentleman ; And this sweet Gentlewoman , who I take it Is his faire Neece , of whom you are in treaty ; If it be not already gone too farre ; Let me entreate you not to put your finger Further i' the businesse in behalfe of your Nephew . Caut.

You first mov'd me to 't .

Gil. T is that repents me : Your base unworthy Nephew has abus'd me ; I doe not speake it for a slight hurt he has gi'n me , But for his breach of Faith to another Virgin . Ann.

Oh me ; and would you speak for such a man ?

Gil. And the false way , the plot he had upon you , To put you on this enterprize , the Quarrell In which he rescu'd you , to indeere himselfe to you , Was a meere counterfeit squable , a very tricke Contriv'd betwixt him and his brother Poet T' abuse your goodnesse : J leave it to your consideration sir : I am in haste ; and so I wish you health sir ; And you much happinesse in a husband Lady . Gives her a letter . Ex. An. Has given me here a letter ; I want but Place fit to peruse it . Caut. Had he a plot upon me , I le have my plot too ; And now woe for my selfe sir if you please . Stri. Sir , let me tell you , I thinke well of you , uh , uh , Deceipt becomes not dying men you know , Shee would make ee'ne too good a wife for you : For I have heard sir of your disposition , Never to marry without best assurance , First , of Virginity , and then of Chastity , In her that you would chuse ; and let me tell you , uh , uh , I know not where you can so well be fitted : She 's right , uh , uh , if you dare take a weak mans word , Deceipt would ill become me , uh , uh . Caut.

I take you at your word , and thanke you sir .

Stri. Vh , uh , uh , uh — O lay me in my bed : You need not leave me yet sir . Caut. No sir , no , It shall be a match , or no match ere I goe . Exeunt omnes . They lead Striker forth .
Act 4. Scene 9. Money-lacks , Springe , Britleware , Hoyden . Mon.

NOw sir have you your rules by heart ?

Hoy.

Both Rules and Rudiments I have al ad unguem .

Mon.

Repeate your Principles .

Hoy.

Principles to be imprinted in the heart of every new made gentleman : To commend none but himselfe : to like no mans wit but his owne : to slight that which he understands not : to send mony , & never look for 't agen : to take up upon obligation , & lend out upon affection : to owe much , but pay little : to sell land , but buy none : to pawn , but never to redeem agen : to fight for a whore : to cherish a Bawd , and defie a trades-man .

Mon.

And can you observe and keepe these rules thinke you ?

Hoy.

I hope I can sir , and have begunne pretty well already : you see I have spent and lent all my money ; and pawn'd all my Cloaths but these a' my backe , as I am a cleare gentleman ; and for the rest of the rudiments , and the severall carriages and deportments by garbe , by congy , complement , &c. which are to be attain'd by practice when I come abroad and amongst 'hem , you shall gaine credit by me .

Mon.

I commend your confidence : now Mr. Springe , and Mr. Brittleware , play you the Complementasters before him a little , for his further instruction : Imagine them a couple of Courtiers scarcely acquainted fall to ; and looke that you congy in the new French Bum-trick ; here Landlord , take his Cloak and hat to appeare more generous .

Hoy.

Bum tricke !

Mon.

Come meet and begin ; play but two or three bouts at most at single Rapier complement , and one or two at Back-sword and you ha done : now observe sir .

Hoy.

Single Rapier , and Back-sword Complement foyle .

Spr.

Noble Master Fine-wit , the single example of Court-Ceremony , if my apprehension deale fairely with me .

Brit.

Sir , how auspiciously have I falne upon the knowledge of you by vertue of the same apprehension .

Mon.

So , there 's one .

Scene 10. Enter Gil . Sam. Wat . aside . Gil.

What 's here ?

Sam

Peace , let 's see a little more .

Hoy.

As I am a Gentleman , a neate bout and fairely come off o' both sides .

Spr.

Sir , I shall ever blesse the promptnesse of my memory , in being so fortunate to collect the fallacious acquaintance of so compleat a goodnesse .

Hoy.

Sweet sir I shall ever blesse , &c.

Writes in his tables . Brit.

Oh you are pleas'd out of that noble worth which can convert all things to the forme and image of its owne perfection to make your selfe glorious , with that which is miserably impoverish'd in it selfe .

Mon.

Good , there 's two .

Hoy ,

Miserably impoverisht in it selfe — oh sweet .

Spr.

Sir , you have such a conquering way in humility , that hee shall be sure to come off vanquish'd that offers to contend with you .

Brit.

This is the noblest of all humanity to peece up the defect of your friend with a glory of your owne .

Mon.

A plaine hit that : here were three bouts well plaid .

Hoy.

Peece up the defect of your friend with a glory of your owne : most stately fine , as I am a gentleman .

Mon.

So much for single Rapier : now for your secret wipe at Back-sword .

Hoy.

I that I would see , like the hackling of the Millers leggs : now for a delicate back-blow .

Spr.

See you yon fellow I held complement with ?

Hoy.

Yes sir , a well-spoken gentleman and a lovely .

Spr.

The arrantst trifle in a Kingdome .

Hoy.

What he is not , is he ?

Spr.

Made onely to make physicke worke : a very lumpe of laughter .

Hoy.

Ha , ha , ha .

Mon.

You have done well : now you sir .

Brit.

Doe you note him yonder that past from you ?

Hoy.

That gallant sir ?

Brit. The very scorne at Court ; So empty , not one passable part about him . Mon.

Good .

Brit.

A very tilting stocke for yong practisers to break their jests on .

Mon.

Enough .

Hoy.

Good and enough ; doe you call this good enough , to abuse one another thus ?

Mon.

Yes , this is qacksword Complement : this wipes off the false praise which the first thrust on : you must bee seene in both , or you are no true garbist else .

Hoy.

J shall soonest hit o' this ; for from a whelpe I could give scurvey language .

Gil.

Now break in upon 'hem ; save you sir Hugh .

Hoy.

O course salutation : save you sir Hugh .

Mon.

How got you hither gentlemen ?

Wat.

Here we are sir , and have seene part of your practice , your Courtly exercise .

Mon.

Peace : but how got you in , and a stranger with yee ?

Gil.

He shall betray nothing .

Sam.

We found faire entrance into the house .

Gil. & Wat whisp . with Mon. Brit.

'Sfoot where 's my wife then ?

Sam.

If your wife be the gentlewoman o' the house sir , shee 's now gone forth in one o' the new Hand-litters : what call yee it , a Sedan .

Brit.

O Sedana .

Ex. Spr.

He 's runne mad with his hornes .

Hoy.

He 's runne with my Hat and Cloak by your leave .

Spr.

He 'll come agen , neare doubt him .

Hoy.

You say so small acquaintance ; but I could ne're see any thing of mine againe , since I came amongst you , if it once got out of my sight : what money have I left troe ?

Tells . Brit.

I pray gentlemen which way took she :

Sam.

Downe towards the Strand I tell you , in a new Litter , with the number one and twenty in the breech on 't .

Brit.

A Litter of one and twenty in her breech : High time to runne .

Exit . Gil.

You see we have our plot in action too , sir Hugh , and it runnes fairely on .

Mon.

But what a rogue art thou to put such a slur upon thine owne Vncle ; first to put him on for thy selfe , then you with a Counterfeit tricke to put him off o' that course , to runne desperately headlong to breake his owne necke in a match : what a Rogue art thou to use thine uncle thus ?

Wat.

Nay what a wretch were you , if you should crosse your daughter in such a fortune ?

Mon.

Which if I doe , cut my wind-pipe : what the yong rascall Touchwood is gone into France they say ?

Wat.

I he 's safe enough .

Mon.

Sir Cautious to be catch'd ! if I doe not love my daughter the better for her lucky leg stretching , I am a villaine , I am taken with such kind of roguery .

Gil.

Take heed you have not a crosse plot in that itching pate of yours to spoyle all now .

Mon.

Then cut my weasond I say .

Gil.

And I sweare I will , or cut these hands off ; I thought good to tell you so , because I know what tricks you have done , & what discoveries you have made for small parcells of ready money .

Mon.

Hoo poxe , I want no money ; now look there comes Mr. Hoyden , salute these gallants .

Hoy.

What without a hat or cloak ?

Mon.

The better for a young beginner .

Hoy.

Sweet sir , I shall ever blesse my auspicious starres , that shin'd me into the falicious acquaintance of so singular goodnes .

Gil.

Sir you forget your selfe .

Hoy.

Most singular sweet sir , most miserably impoverish't in it selfe .

Gil.

Good sir forbeare , make not an Idoll of me .

Hoy.

You peece up the defect of your friend with a glory of your owne .

Sam.

Can you say this gentleman was a Clowne within this fortnight ?

Hoy.

Within this fortnight I assure you sir , as rank a Clown o' one side , as ever held Cow to Bull .

Sam.

Had it beene o' both sides , it had beene miraculous .

Hoy.

Now note me sir : doe you see that fellow I left ?

Sam.

Yes , t is my friend .

Hoy.

The arrantest coxcomb in a Country

Sam.

How sir ?

Hoy.

Made onely to make Physick worke .

Sam.

You doe not know him sure .

Hoy.

A tilting stocke for young practisers to break jests on : there 's a wipe for you at backe sword Complement .

Sam.

There 's another for you sir .

Kicks him . Hoy.

You knock at the wrong doore sir , and I pitty your ignorance : goe to schoole as I have done , and learn more wit : kick a gentleman .

Act 4. Scene 11. Enter Tom Hoyden and Coulter . Coult.

Here he is and here be all the crue on 'hem , and more .

Tom

Here ? thou mockst he is not here : sure these be all Lords I thinke .

Wat.

How now ; what 's he ?

Spr.

Slid 't is his Clowne brother he spake of ?

Tom.

Is 't possible ? icha made a sweet jaunt after you & have I vound a vine voole o' thee : where 's thy voure hundred pound ? is that made a voole on too troe : where 's the zartificate my mother ga' thee to vinde thine uncle ? gi' me that , I hill see what I can doe wi' it .

Hoy.

Away Clowne I know thee not canst thou complement ?

Tom.

Complement lyes , I can complement dagger out o' sheath , an I zet on 't .

Coult.

I hope he 'll veeze you , and make your zilken jacket hum : well zed Mr. Thomas to 'hem , and to 'hem all I le zide yee .

Gil. Wat. Sam.

Mr. Thomas does he call him ?

Tom.

Yes , Mr. Thomas , and what zay you to that ; and as good a Mr. as the best o' yee , and you goe to that ; for by uds shall judge me , I think you are all but a company of Cheaterlings ; and if you doe not give the voole my brother sartifaction for the wrongs you ha'd one him , and me in him , I le canvas it out o' the carkasses o' zome o' yee , by uds daggers death will I . Draw Coulter , & amongst 'hem .

Mon.

Hold sir , hold , you shall have satisfaction .

Tom.

O shall I zoe , put up againe Coulter .

Gil.

This is a stout roring Clowne .

Mon.

Where 's the Mr. o' the house ?

Spr.

He 's runne mad , after his wife , now he should look to his house .

Tom.

Cha mich a doe to vorbeare beating o' thee yet , my vingers doe zo itch at thee .

Hoy.

I understand thee not , as I am a gentleman .

Tom.

But now I thinke on 't Coulter , we 'll have all againe , & by a quieter way ; and teach 'hem to licke hony , catch birds with Chaffe , or go to plow with dogs .

All .

Ha , ha , ha .

Hoy.

Ha , ha , ha ; who understands the Barbarian tro ?

Coul.

Uds vish Master they do nothing but jeer to you all this while now .

Tom.

Doe they jeere , let 'hem jeer & gibe too ; i le vetch ones Warrant shall out jeere 'hem all , and he be above ground .

Mon.

You shall not need sir ; go but in till the Mr. of the house comes home , you shall have your desire .

Tom.

You zay very well sir ; zay well is good , but doe well is better . Let s zee what you will doe now .

Gil.

Remember we have warn'd you sir Hugh , we must leave you .

Tom.

Nay I 'chill look to you : sirrah come in my hand .

Mon. Now for a trick to rid us of this Clowne , Or our trade sinks , and up our house is blowne . Ex. omnes .
Act 5.
Scene 1. Enter Trampler and Touchwood . Tram.

T is as I tell you Mr. Touchwood ; your sonne has lost a faire fortune in the young gentlewoman , and as I conceive by your wilfulnes Sir Arnold Cautions licks his lips at her . I assure you ; and a sweet lick it is , sixe thousand pound in present portion .

Touch.

A sweet lick he has indeed if he knew all .

Tram.

He does know all sir .

Touch.

If he did , I know what I know ; good oath let me not lose thy vertue .

Tram.

He knowes moreover , that Mr. Striker , her grandfather has covenanted to give her two thousand pound more at the birth of his first Child , lawfully begotten on her body .

Touch.

Ha , ha , ha ; but what if her first child prove illegitimate ?

Tram.

That is not to be thought sir .

Touch.

Yes , and spoken too , if I durst ; but good oath let mee not lose thy vertue .

Tram.

And then he had entred into ten thousand pound bond , to leave her his heire if she survive him .

Touch.

But he 's well recover'd you say .

Tram.

Very lusty , very lively sir .

Touch.

Then hang him , he 'll never dye ; I am a fear'd I must be faine to give him over , I shall never vexe him to death : no , no , I shall never do 't .

Tram.

No sir , I heard himselfe say , that your vexing him has bin his physick , and the best meanes to keep him alive .

Touch.

Did he say so ? I le teare this match in peeces presently : and see how that will worke on him ; I le do 't , what 's an oath to me , in respect of sending him to the Devill , I le do 't .

Tram.

I would you could sir , and recover her for your son yet .

Touch.

Vmh .

Tram.

Because I love the yong gentleman wel

Touch.

Vmh .

Tram.

Though I assure you the writings are all past , sign'd , seal'd , and delivered ; but I have 'hem in my hands yet , and can doe you a pleasure .

Touch.

Humh .

Tram.

And came purposely to advise you , because I loue your son .

Touch.

Vmh — what a world of villany lies in the jobber noule of a Lawyer .

Tram.

Thinke of it sir , and be speedy .

Touch.

Right learned in the Law , and my sons friend Mr. Trampler , Mr. Ambodexter Trampler , you are a most notorious knave , & and you shall heare on 't o' both sides , as you take fees .

Tram.

Nay , and you be so hot Mr Touchwood I am gone .

Ex. Touch.

I know my course ; either I will crack the heart-strings of Striker , in crossing this match , with the crack'd credit of his Neece , or else I will be friends with him , and that will kill him out right : But my oath still troubles me — Oh gentlemen you are welcome .

Act 5. Scene 2. Enter Gilbert and Wat. Wat.

Ha you heard sir of your sonne yet ?

Touch. Not I , he lacks no money yet it seems : Young Travellers make no other use of their fathers . Gil.

But ha you heard the newes of his young Mistris ?

Touch.

What of sir Cautious being catcht , the wise and wary gentleman , your Vncle , that would not beleeve there could be a marriagable maid , thogh she were justified by a jury of Midwifes , and therefore purpos'd to have dy'd a Batchelour : that he should now bee catch'd with a pipt Nut-shell , and a Maggot in 't .

Wat.

Sure he was strangely wrought to 't .

Gil. I you must think There have beene knavish heads us'd in the businesse . Touch.

But I wil crosse it and their knaveries , what ere they are .

Wat.

I hope you will not crosse mine uncle in such a fortune tho .

Touch.

What to marry a wench ?

Wat.

No , so much wealth sir .

Touch.

Pray let me use my Christian Liberty , my Conscience pricks me to 't , it must be done .

Enter Servant .

Now what say you sir ?

Whisper . Gil.

We might ha spar'd this labour : he was resolv'd before we came it seemes to spoyle the marriage .

Wat.

We could not bee too sure though : wee are now sure enough , that our disswasions will spur him on the faster .

Gil.

And we are no lesse sure , that sir Hugh Mony-lacks will set his strength to life Sir Cautious off o' the hooks , in hope of a matter of 5. Pound , though he forfeit the obligation of his throat by 't .

Wat.

All the danger is , that Sir Hugh wil be with mine Uncle too soon , & prevent the match before he be too deep ingag'd in 't .

Gil.

For that my letter of instructions , which I have given Annabell shall prevent him ; and Striker keeps Sir Cautious in his house so warily , that untill the intended wedding houre , Sr. Hugh shall not obtaine admittance .

Ex. Ser. Touch.

Goe fetch 'hem in , and make the warrant : ha , ha , ha : Gentlemen will you heare a complaint my man tells mee of certaine Clownes that desire my warrant to apprehend for notorious Cheaters , whom doe you thinke ?

Gil.

I cannot ghesse .

Wat.

I know none I hope .

Touch.

Even Sir Hugh Money-lacks , the mourning Knight , and some of his associats .

Gil.

O' my life it is the roring Clowne , about the new made Gentleman his brother .

Act 5. Scene 3. Enter Tom and Coulter . Touch.

What is it you sir , Mr. Strikers Nephew , as I take it , you cald his great worships Vncle lately as I take it , and did your best to tore me out of his house .

Tom.

Zheart Coulter we be vallen into the Bakers ditch .

Touch.

And doe you bring your complaints to me sir , ha ?

Coul.

Zet a good vace on 't ; and veare no colours though .

Tom.

I am an honest man , and a true man for all that , and I thought you the vittest to make my complaint to because you were the next Justice , to as pestilence a peece of villany as ever you were Master of in all your life : I come but vor justice , and to pay vor what I take , and 't be avore hand , here it is , whether it be vor your Clarke or your zelfe , who makes or meddles with it , your man has my complaint in writing , pray let me have your warrant .

Tou.

You shal , but first tell me , how came it that you cald that Striker uncle .

Tom.

Vor cause that he is uncle to a voole that I ha' to my brother , and I thought I might be so bold wee'n , and he was not against it at virst , till you were gone , and then he bad me goe zeek better testimony , and so I went and vound my brother Tim , his owne zusters zonne I assure yee .

Touch.

His Sisters sonne ?

Tom.

Where he was made such a Tim , as ne're was heard on in Tonton , amongst a many Cheaters : by masse here are a couple o 'm .

Coul.

These were o' the crew .

Touch.

How now my Masters : sure fellow thou art mistaken .

Tom.

No sir , I am not mistaken I but I take 'hem I , where I vinde 'hem I : And I charge your justiceship with 'hem I , til they bring out my brother I .

Touch.

Bring out your brother : why what has your brother done ?

Tom.

Done : nay they have done and undone him amongst 'hem . And I think devour'd him quick too vor he is lost , & no where to be vound .

Touch.

Doe you know the meaning of any of this gentlemen ?

Gil.

If he were your brother sir , that you found at Sir Hugh Money-lacks lodging , you know we left him in your hands .

Wat.

We stept in but by chance , & such a youth we found there , & there we left him in your and their hands , that had the managing of him .

Tom.

Zo you did , but what then did me the rest , but pli'd me , and my man Coulter here with wine , and zack , and something in 't , I dare be zwore that laid us a zleep , when we mistrusted nothing but vaire play : oh speak Coulter , oh .

Coul.

And then when were vast azleep , they all gave us the zlip , the Knight was gon , and the Squire was gon , & Mr. Tim was gon , but he was made away , without all peraventure ; for all the parrell that he wore was left behind : and then — speak Master .

Tom.

And then the Mr o' the house came home , & made a monstrous wonderment for the losse of his wife ; he could not vinde her he zed . and zo he vaire and vlatly thrust us out o'doores , and is gone a hunting after his wife agen : speak Coulter .

Gil.

Alas poore Britleware .

Coult.

And then we came for your warrant , to vind all these men agen .

Tom.

And to take 'hem where we vinde 'hem , & these were zome on 'hem , when time was , and pray look to 'hem .

Touch.

I know not what to make o' this but sure there 's something in 't : And for these gentlemen i le see them forth-comming .

Wat.

We thanke you sir .

Gil.

And I will undertake Sir Hugh Mony-lacks will be at the Bride-house .

Touch.

And thither will I instantly .

Gil. Wat.

We 'll waite upon you sir .

Tom.

And I chill make bold to wait upon you till I be better zartified .

Touch.

You shall , come on your way , come gentlemen .

Gil. Well , here is such a knot now to untie , As would turne Oedipus his braine awry . Ex. omn.
Act 5. Scene 4 Enter Curate and Britle ware : Cur.

Be appeas'd and comforted , good Mr. Britleware , trouble not your head in running after your fate , nor break your weighty braines in seeking wayes after your wives heeles , which are so light by your owne report , they cannot crack an egge .

Brit.

Her credit yet they may and mine .

Cur.

Besides your wife is your wife where e're she is abroad as we as at home , yea , lost perhaps as well as found : I am now going to yoke a heifer to a husband , that perhaps wil say so shortly : whither away Mr. Trampler ?

Scene 5. Enter Trampler . Tram.

To the wedding house : where I thinke I saw your wife last night Mr. Britleware .

Brit.

Did you sir , did you ?

Tram.

I cannot say directly ; but I think 't was she : does she not call the gentlewoman Aunt that keeps Mr. Strikers house ?

Brit.

Yes Mistris Friswood , she is her Aunt sir .

Scene 6. Cur.

Come goe with us and find her .

Enter the Sedan , Hoy. in it , in womans cloaths . Brit.

Pray gentleman stay , for I suppose She 's here here 's number one and twenty ; & this is sure the litter .

Litter-man .

What peep you for ; you ought not to do so sir .

Brit.

By what Commission ought you to carry my wife in a Close stoole under my nose

Litter-man .

T is a close Chayre by your leave : And I pray forbeare , you know not who we carry .

Brit.

I know the cloaths she weares , and I will see the party .

Hoy

I know that voyce , & let me see the man ; it is my surgeon .

Tram.

A Surgeon ! I took you for a China shop-keeper Master Britleware ; these by trades are for some by purposes , and I smell knavery .

Cur.

And Lawyers commonly are the best upon that sent .

Brit.

Gentlemen this is a man that lay in my house .

Ho.

A gentleman you would say , or my cost was ill besto'd there .

Brit.

These are my goods he weares ; that was my mothers Gowne , and felloniously he weares it .

Hoy

T is all I have to shew for foure hundred pound I laid out in your house ; and Sir Hugh put it upon me , and hir'd these men to carry me — Whither was it ?

Lite-man .

Vp to a lodging in St. Gileses sir .

Hoy.

Where he promis'd to finish his worke of a gentleman in me , and send me to my Vncle .

Cur.

O monstrum horendum ; a man in womens cloathes .

Tram.

T is fellony by the Law .

Brit.

Has sir Hugh gin me the slip to finish his work in private ? it shall all out , I am resolv'd , though I bewray my selfe in 't : pray gentlemen assist me with this party to Mr. Justice Strikers , you say my wife is there .

Tram.

Yes you shall thither .

Brit.

And there I le take a course you shal smel knavery enough .

Hoy.

I finde J am abus'd enough o' conscience : and shall be carried to mine Vncle now before my time and not as a gentleman , but as a gentlewoman , which grieves me worst of all .

Cur.

Hinc illae lachrimae , the youth is sure abus'd indeed .

Hoy

Oh .

Tram.

Come leave your crying : And you beasts up with your luggage , and along with us ; i le fetch such drivers as shall set you on else .

Litter-man .

Let us be paid for our labour , and we 'll carry him to Bride-well , if you please .

Hoy.

Oh , oh , that ever I was born in this groaning chaire .

Ex.
Act 5. Scene 7. Friswood and Rebecca . Fris.

It was well I sent for thee Neece , to helpe me decke the Bride here ; and that the jealous foole thy husband thinkes thou art gone astray the while ; it will be a meanes for thee to take thy liberty another night , and pay him home indeed , when he shall not have the power to mistrust thee : it is the common condition of Cuckolds to mistrust so much afore hand , that when they are Dub'd indeed , they have not a glympse of suspition left .

Reb.

Their hornes hang in their light then ; but truely Aunt , for mine owne part , I had rather my husband should be jealous stil then be cur'd in that right kinde ; though I confesse the ends of all my longings , and the vexations I have put him to

Were but to run his jealousie out of breath , And make him pant under the frivolous weight He beares ; that is , a Cuckold in conceit ; Which without doubt he labours with by this time : And when he finds me cleare , t will be as well : ( I hope ) and better then if it were done By the broad way of foule pollution . Fris. Nay I doe not perswade you , take the downe-right way , Nothing against your Conscience Neece ; I sent For him to ha come and found you here by chance ; But he has shut up house , and is runne mad About the Towne I heare to all your haunts . Reb. He shall come hither and renounce his jealousie , And then entreat me too before I goe .
Scene 8. Fris.

Yes , that 's a wise wives part .

Ent. Strik . & Caut. Stri.

What 's the Bride ready ?

Fris.

Yes sir , she 's drest .

Reb. And drest , and drest indeed ; Never was maid so drest : oh sir you are happy ; The happiest Knight , and are now in election Of the most sweet encounter in a bride , That e're your chivalry could couch a Lance at . Caut.

I thanke you Mrs. and I le bring her shortly to bestow mony w 'yee in China wares .

Reb.

She is her self the purest piece of Purslane — that e're had liquid sweet meats lick'd out of it .

Caut.

And purer too I hope .

Stri.

Go call her down .

Fris.

She 's at her private prayers yet sir , she .

Stri.

When she has done , then hasten her away .

Ex. Fris. Reb. Reb.

Such Brides doe seldome make their grooms their prey .

Stri.

Doe you now conclude Sir Arnold you are happy ?

Scene 9. Caut.

As man can be being so neare a wife .

Ent. Monylacks . Mon.

By your leave gentlemen .

Stri.

He come ? I fear a mischief .

Mon. How comes it Father Striker , and sonne Cautious in election That you huddle up a match here for my child , And I not made acquainted , as unworthy , Vntill the very intended marriage houre ? Stri. Who sent you hither , I sent not for you now sir : And there I am wi' yee sir . Mon. T is true , I covenanted not to come at you , Vntill you sent for me , unlesse you found Young Touchwood had the love of Annabell , You have heard he has touch'd her has he not ? Stri.

Hold your peace .

Mon.

Has he not made her Touchwood too ?

Stri.

Can you say so ?

Mon.

Yes , & struck fire too in her tinderbox .

Stri.

You will not speak thus .

Mon. To you I neede not ; for you know 't already ; But to my friend Sir Cautious , whom I honour , And would not see so shipwrack'd , I may speake it . Stri.

Will you undoe your daughter ?

Mon. My daughter ; no you shall not put her upon me now . She is your daughter sir : if I but call her mine , Or suffer her to aske me a bare blessing , You 'll thrust her out : no , you adopted her In your owne name , and made a Striker of her , No more a Monylacks . Stri. The beggarly Knight is desperate , And should he out with it , my shame were endlesse : This is the way or none to stop his mouth : T is but a money matter ; stay a little Mon

Goe not away sir Arnold , I must speak wi' yee .

Caut.

I am not going sir .

Stri. Be not a Mad-man here , here 's forty peeces , I know you use to strike for smaller summes : But take it for your silence , and withall My constant love , and my continuall friendship . Mon.

Give me your hand o' that ; enough . Sir Arnold .

Caut.

What say you to me sir Hugh ?

Stri.

What does he meane tro ?

Mon.

You must not have my daughter .

Cau.

No sir Hugh .

Mon.

Vnlesse you meane to take anothers leavings .

Stri.

Oh devillish reprobate .

Caut.

How mean you that ?

Mon. Till she has buried first another husband , And he leave her a widow : I am her father , And claime a fathers interest in her choise ; And I have promis'd her to one already , This very day , because I was not privy To your proceedings ; and have taken here This faire assumpsit forty peeces sir ; You might admire how I should have 'hem otherwise . Stri.

Here 's an impudent villaine .

Mon.

For these I give a hundred , if you wed her .

Caut.

To shew my love unto your daughter sir I le pay 't .

Mon.

Security in hand were good .

Caut.

Pray lend me sir a hundred Peeces .

Stri.

I dare not crosse this devill , I must fetch 'hem .

Ex. Mon.

T will ne're the lesse be my disparagement .

Caut. What , when they know her grandfather dispos'd her , That has the care of her , and gives her portion ? And then he can ha' but his money , can hee ? Mon. Oh but the wench , the wench , is such a wench , Scarce two such marryed in a Diocesse , In twice two twelve moneths , for right and straight ones . Caut. There said you well ; the straight ones I like well : But those that men call right , or good ones , suffer A by Construction .
Scene 10. Mon.

Amongst the Iewd .

Enter Striker with a purse . Stri.

Here sir .

Mon.

But is here weight and number sir ?

Stri.

Now the fiend stretch thee — you may take my word .

Mon.

Here I am wi' yee sir .

Scene 11. Enter Gilbert , Wat , Touchwood , Tom , Sam. Gil. Though you are fully bent to crosse the marriage , Yet le ts entreat you not to be too suddaine . Tou. Till they come to the word , for better , for worse I will not touch at it . Stri.

How now , what mates breake in upon us here ?

Touch. I come not as a guest sir , or spectator To your great wedding , but o' the Kings affaires ; In which I must crave your assistance sir ; Deny 't me , or my entrance , if you dare . Stri. It is some weighty matter sure then . But not to trouble your sconce with too much businesse At once , pursue your owne , we will attend a while . Touch.

So it is sir ,

Caut. In that he has said well : I would the Bride And Priest were come once ; I am content they stand For witnesses : what my kind Nephew are you here ? I thanke you for your plot , you see what 't is come to . Wat. T is not all finish'd yet sir . All in good time : the Bride is comming now . You and your brother Poet are grown friends I see . Cau.

But it may bee

Touch.

What s he ?

Gil.

A friend of Wats he brought for company .

Tom

He was amongst 'hem too at the cheating exercise , and yond s the Knight himselfe ; I know 'hem all I troe .

Touch. And you 'll stand to this , that your lost brother Was Strikers Sister Audreyes sonne . Tom.

I ha told you twonty times , and yet because you zay you 'll stand my vrend , i le tell you more , she was with child with Tim bevore my vather married her ( she brought him in her belly vrom this towne here ( where they get Children without veare or wit ) but vor her money , and 's owne credits zake , my vather was well apaid to keep it vor his owne ; and no body knew to the Contrary , not Tim himzelfe to this houre .

Touch.

Then how camst thou to know it ?

Tom

My vather told it me upon his death-bed , and charg'd me on his blessing , never to open my mouth to man , woman , nor child , zo I told no body but vokes on 't .

Touch.

Wel , hold thy peace , t is an absolute wonder ! Now to the wedding

Scene 12 Enter Curate , Tramp . Ann. Fris. Reb. Cau.

How 's this ? my bride in mourning habit , & her head in willow ?

Stri.

What 's the meaning of it ?

Reb.

I said she was drest as never Bride was drest .

Touch. A solemne shew , and suiting well the Scene ! She seems round bellied , and you marke it too . Ann.

My habit and my dressing suits my fortune .

Stri Pray sir doe your office , her conceit We will know afterward . Cur.

Hem , hem .

Ann.

Oh , oh .

sinkes . Fris.

Oh me ; why Mistris look up , look up I say .

Reb.

Clap her cheek , rub her nose .

Fris

Sprinkle cold water on her face .

Reb.

Cut her lace , cut her lace , and bow her forward , so , so , so .

Touch.

I le lay my life she quickens now with child .

An.

Oh .

Mon.

What think you is the matter ?

Caut.

Women how is it with her ?

Fris.

Sir , as with other women in her case .

Caut.

How 's that I pray you . you have bin doing something afore-hand sir .

Reb.

T will out , 't will out ,

Caut.

Have I ?

Reb.

It seems so by the story .

Caut.

Is she so drest ?

Tou.

Ha , ha , ha .

Fris.

You may leave laughing , it was your sonne that did it .

Stri.

I am undone , my house disgrac'd for ever .

Touch. He knew 't before hand , now I may declar 't , Speake o' thy Conscience , did it not ? Stri.

Oh my heart .

Touch.

Oh the hangman .

Caut. Deceite becomes not dying men you know , Into a whirlepoole of confusion Sinke thou and all thy family , accursed miser . Touch. This was a sure way now Sir Cautious , To marry a maid , there 's one i' the mothers belly . Stri.

Vh , uh , uh , uh .

Caut.

You knew not where I could be so well fitted .

Stri.

Vh , uh , uh .

Caut.

A rot o' your dissembling intrailes , spit 'hem out , you durst not strain your selfe to wind your whistle , your Doctor told you it would spend your spirits , so made me whistle for her

Stri.

Vh , uh , uh .

Touch. Cheare up , cheare up , I may be friends wi' yee now : Here 's one has cause , and knowes the way to vexe yee , To preserve life in you as well as I . Stri. A hem , a hem , I will out-live you both : This dayes vexation is enough for a life time . Caut.

And may it last thee to thy lives last houre .

Touch.

Now let me talke wi' yee , and come you hither sir .

Tram. I tell you true , your writings are so past , that if you goe Not off by composition , you 'll shake your whole estate . Caut. Come hither Nephew , I le give thee a thousand pound , and take her off me . Wat. I cannot with my reputation now : But I will doe my best to worke a friend to 't . Caut.

Prethee doe , trye thy Poeticall souldier .

Mon.

That Clowne come hither too : I feare I am trapt .

Touch. T is all as I have told you , and without question , The man in question is your sisters sonne . Stri. Would it might prove so , that I had yet a Nephew , For now my Neece is lost . Touch. Here 's one shall find him out : or stretch a neck for 't . Sir Hugh you are charg'd for making of a gentleman . Mon.

Now I am in .

Tou.

And more then so , for making him away .

Mon.

What gentleman ?

Tom.

Marry my brother Tim.

Touch. Your patience yet a while : now gentlemen all , Sir Cautious , and the rest , pray heare a story : I have bin often urg'd to yield the cause Of the long quarrell twixt this man and me : Thirty yeares growth it has , he never durst Reveale the reason ; I being sullen would not . Stri.

You will not tell it now ?

Touch. Indeed I will : He had a sister ( peace to her memory ) That in my youth I lov'd , shee me so much , That we concluded , we were man and wife ; And dread lesse of all marriage lets , we did Anticipate the pleasures of the bed . Nay it shall out ; briefly , she prov'd with child : This covetous man then greedy of her portion , ( Of which for the most part he was possest ) Forces her with her shame to leave his house . She makes her moane to me , I then ( which since I have with teares a thousand times repented ) Against my heart stood off , in hope to winne Her Dowry from him : when she gentle soule ( Whom I must now bewaile ) when she I say , Not knowing my reserv'd intent , from him and me , From friends , and all the world , for ought we knew , Suddainly slipt away : after five yeares I tooke another wife , by whom I had The sonne , that has done that the woman sayes : But where I left , if this mans tale be true , She had a sonne , whom I demaund of you . Tom. I shall have a kind of an uncle of you anon , And you prove Tims vather . Tram.

The young Gentleman that sir Hugh had in handling , is in the house , and Master Brittleware with him .

Cur.

Only we kept em back , till our more serious office were ended .

Touch.

Pray em in , le ts see him .

Exit Tram. Gil.

Sir , will it please you first to see a match quickely clapt up ? This Gentleman whom I know every way deserving , were your Neece now in her prime of Fortune and of Vertue , desires to have her , and she him as much .

Touch.

Hee shall not have her .

Stri.

How can you say so ?

Wat.

He knowes his son I feare .

Touch.

My son shall make his fault good , and restore her honor to her if he lives , in meed for your faire sisters wrong and my misdeede , my son shall marry her ; provided that he take her in his Conscience unstain'd by any other man .

Stri.

On that condition I le give her all the worldly good I have .

Sam. Ann.

We take you at your word .

Touch.

My sonne !

Sam.

I take her not with all faults , but without any least blemish .

Ann.

My supposed slaine : Thus I cast from me .

Tom.

Znailes a Cushion , how warme her belly has made it .

Ann.

And that all was but a plot 'twixt him and me , and these gentlemen : This paper may resolve you .

Sam.

T is mine owne hand by which I instructed her by a dissembled way , to wound her honour .

Ann. Which , to preserve my love , againe i de doe , Hoping that you forgive it in me too . Caut.

Now am I cheated both wayes .

Wat.

The plot is finish'd : now thanks for your thousand pound sir .

Touch.

You are mine owne ; welcome into my bosome .

Act. 5 Scene 13. Enter Hoyden , Trampler , Brittleware . Tom.

Whoope , who comes here , my brother Tim drest like Master Maiors wife of Taunton-Deane .

Hoy.

T is all I could get to scape without of the cozning house ; and all I have to shew of foure hundred pound ; but this certificate and this small jewel which my dying mother ga' me ; and I had much ado to hide it from the Cheaters , to bring unto mine Vncle ; which is he ?

Stri.

Let s see your token Sir .

Touch.

This is a jewell that I gave my Awdrey .

Hoy.

That was my mother .

Tom.

And that 's your vather he zaies .

Hoy.

And a gentleman ? what a divellish deale of mony might I ha sav'd ! for gentle-men let me tell you , I have been cozen'd black and blew ; backe-guld and belly-guld ; and have nothing left me but a little bare Complement to live upon , as I am a cleare gentleman .

Stri.

Will you bestow some of it upon me .

Hoy.

Vncle you shall : First i le give you a hit at single Rapier complement : and then a wipe or two with the Back-sword Complement and I ha done .

Stri.

Pray begin .

Hoy.

Noble Mr. Striker the grave Magistrate ( if my apprehension deale fairely with me ) whose prayses reach to Heaven , for the faire distribution of equall justice : the poore mans Sanctuary , the righter of Widdowe 's , and the Orphans wrongs .

Stri.

Enough , enough , you have sayd very well .

Hoy.

Note you yond justice sits upon the Bench ?

Touch.

Yes , I do note him .

Hoy.

The Stockes were fitter for him : the most corrupted fellow about the Suburbs , his conscience is stewd in Bribes , all his poore neigbours curse him ; t is though the keeps a whoor now at three score .

Touch.

A very Westerne Southsayer , thou art mine owne .

Hoy.

His Neece is much suspected .

Touch.

Nay there you went too farre , this is his Neece , and my daughter now .

Hoy.

I know no Neece he has , I speak but backsword complement .

Stri.

You put me wel in mind though , here 's one , that ere the Parson and we part , i le make an honest woman .

takes Fris. Touch.

And for your part sir Hugh , you shall make satisfaction , and bring in your Confederates .

Hoy.

Here 's one that came to complaine of me for my Robes here , but I ha lost my small acquaintance .

Mon.

I le answer for him too , & give you al the satisfaction that I can

Touch.

What you cannot shall be remitted , we have all our faults .

Brit.

And have I found thee Beck in so good company ?

Reb.

I Iacke , be you jealous no more , and I will long no more to vexe thee .

Fris.

Live lovingly and honestly I charge you , or come not at mee when I am married .

Touch. This yonker i le take care for , And make him a new gentleman by new breeding , Without the Dyet , bathing , purge , or bleeding . Hoy.

Sweet Sir I thanke you .

Tom.

I le home againe then and make Tanton ring on 't .

Stri.

Our quarrell in this peece of folly ends .

Touch.

He parted us , and he has made us friends .

Caut. Nephew , and Gentlemen , I am friends with all , You had your plot upon me , I had mine . Stri.

Let s in , and end all differences in wine .

The Epilogue . AT first we made no boast , and still we feare , We have not answer'd expectation here , Yet give us leave to hope , as hope to live , That you will grace , as well as Iustice give . We do not dare your Iudgments now : for we Know lookers on more then the Gamsters see ; And what ere Poets write , we Act , or say , T is only in your hands to Crowne a Play . FINIS .
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By which meanes you have got the name of ●er longer : I have made her mine ; I will adopt her into mine owne name , and make her a Striker Mony-lack● make her a Striker ; she shall be no more a Mony-lacke , and if shee please me well in matching ▪ her after you upon adventures sir Knight : and who shall give a portion with her then out-●oe have you some new project a foot now , to out-goe that of the Hand-barrowes ? what call you Asparagud I heard you had put in for a share at the Asparagus Ga den : or that at least you have a P●sion P●sion Asparagus Ga den : or that at least you have a Pension thence ; to be their Gather guest and bring ●nd their Gather guest and bring 'em custome , and that you play the fly of the new Inne-there Ad●m Ballet for't , or to have beene able ere Adam wore beard to have crept into Eves bed , mist●usted your steele as we say , that I should now be mistrusted to connive at an il match for her , for ▪ Enough , enough ; Fid . I beleeve there is no such matter . ●earings remove an Ague ? What sharpe incisions , searings , and cruell Corsives Are daily suffer'd ca●e dismembred body yet may live ! We in like case must to preserve our love , ( If we dare Corne-●lag sends forth , beyond your wild Carrets , Corne-flag , or Gladiall . Your roots of Standergrasse horse-●acke What Doctor is he , a foole on horse-backe ? ●le The third hundred Ile spend in pleasure : harke Small acquaintance gen●leman What wants he of a gentleman , and goe no further , but save the last bewiteh'd I was bewitch'd I thinke before I was begot , to have a upp●n City ; and commanded mee in her Will , and uppon her blessing , first to make my selfe a S●riker Striker , h●m Huh , huh — hum ! so he's gon , the villain's gone in hope ▪ Where's my Neece ? How does she , ha ? ●er and the towne , To flie the aire , where her disgrace was spread : Some jewells and some rec●oning That was your reckoning in all sir ; wee make no account of particulars Cautiou● O Sir Arnold Cautious . ●averne customers : O that good Gentleman I never did any taverne , Inne , or new Ordinary give tribute to Wa● Enter Gilbert , Wat , and Sam ( disguis'd ) to them . disguis'● Enter Gilbert , Wa● , and Sam ( disguis'd ) to them . a●t What art thou a French-man ? Mony-laok● We want Sir Hugh Mony-lacke here to discourse the vertues of this precious weeseeke What's he to whom wee seeke ? maiden - head locke , because he thinkes there is not a maiden-head in any marriagable beauty to be found ▪ because he thinkes there is not a maiden - head in any marriagable beauty to be found Iads somewhat too yong to act a rorer : but what lads have we seene passe for souldiers ? aft●r Looke no more after 'hem , they are gone : besides they are withall I with all my heart good Mr. Gold-wyer ; I like the heeart I withall my heart good Mr. Gold-wyer ; I like the aire well det ractors say ? I have heard Poets the most envious detractors of one another of all Creatures , next to deal●ng nature , is as pretty a jewell as plaine dealing , but they that use it forget the Proverb a● put you backe againe as absolute a Clowne as ever you came from plough . youthanks I with all my heart , and I con you thanks too . ▪ No indeed Iohn Brittleware ; the Asparagus has done its part ; but you ▪ Dare ; nay be as jealous as you will : thus it s●me husbands nere the wiser , hither to this same Sparagus Garden , and meet some friend that ▪ Look you there Iohn jealousie , there's an example before your eyes , if ▪ Mris. Holy-hocke the precise Drapers wife ; oh , how my longing growes stronger in mee ▪ Enter Servant to them . ▪ Why is my peece too light #? Gen Gen. . ▪ Gen . other●e so much , would downe with it one way or other: and their Iacks , go agen ; now tell your tel● or other●e and their Iacks , go agen ; now tell your Mris. & that wil hinder her somwhat jo● Not a jot sir . Wom Wom. . ▪ Wom . Co● Nay sweet Cosen , make no uprore for my reputations sake upror● Nay sweet Co● , make no uprore for my reputations sake ; here youth there's reputation● Nay sweet Co● , make no uprore for my reputations sake ; here youth there's two shillings ▪ Act 3. Scene 11 . Spa●gus No , no , sir Hugh , 'tis not the Sparagus can do't , unlesse the man were better : howfinely Excellent , doe you not marke how finely he comes on ? ▪ to live and dye a gentleman Mrs. what shi ' call , your reckoning was devillish deare ▪ call , your reckoning was devillish deare #: s'daggers three pound for a few Cuckoe pintles 〈◊〉 Pray let's about it quickly . ▪ No indeed sir Hugh , here's two Peece for last week and this ▪ Tis well #: Landlord and Landlady will you goe ? Wif Wif. . ▪ Wif . 〈◊〉 Wif I doe perhaps and to be here againe , and ▪ , and there again ; and here , and there , and here againe ● and all at once . 〈◊〉 to Windsor too , to know if the prophesie is as true there , as he reported here . 〈◊〉 Windsor too , to know if the prophesie is as true there , as he reported here . 〈◊〉 Windsor too , to know if the prophesie is as true there , as he reported here . 〈◊〉 know if the prophesie is as true there , as he reported here . 〈◊〉 know if the prophesie is as true there , as he reported here . Cuckol●s shall die , and many young wives shal have Cuckolds to their husbands ▪ ▪ wives shal have Cuckolds to their husbands . pu●e that all young wives should dye that were pure maids when they were marryed . 〈◊〉 So report goes forsooth . ▪ 〈◊〉 report goes forsooth . ta●ne beare's zelfe like a Gentleman ; and he has ta'ne a wise course to compasse it , it zeems i● has ta●ne a wise course to compasse it , it zeems : I warrant he ha made a voole o' see zee zuch an altrication in him as never was zeen in a brother . va●her I tell you , my vather married her ; and I should bee her zonne make● Coulter keep thy countenance Coulter , ▪ ile make 'hem believe I am her very naturall zonne ne●d countenance , and zet a vace on't too and need be . Fris Fris. . ▪ Fris . me● for him ; but why is she sad , prethee tel me? ha ▪ ha , ha . ▪ Prethee tell me , what has the old Traveller , that is now bound for the Low Countries ●'the The jade jeeres me , Ile stay no longer i'the house . ▪ Ha , ha , ha . ▪ extremity I doe entreat you that they may marry . ▪ thee ere thou dyest , for now th'art going : Before my sonne shall wed that whore thy Tis'petty Tis' petty treason ; ile be wi'yee there sir ▪ Hold mistris Friswood . ▪ Act 4. Scene 5 : he●n brought in to spoyle and rob mee ; I know ' 'hem not . Orif Or if I baste you not well a fine , and Lamb-skinne Ia made me thinke he was your sisters sonne I am sure . m made me thinke he was your sisters sonne I am sure . Anna● Ent. Annab . and kneels . ▪ have heard your Nephew is a wilde yong man . ▪ Introth no otherwise ; and so he told me . May not I see her sir ? ▪ match before I dye : uh , uh , I cannot last . ▪ Caut . whistles . f●e So , so , enough sir — Fie , fie upon you : Goe call my Neece , uh , uh . ▪ , her sweet modesty , And meeke obedience , justifies that too , rear ▪ d you will not destroy The building you have rear'd ; your care and cost Hath built me up by 〈◊〉 would make ee'ne too good a wife for you : For I have heard sir of your disposition , Never ▪ affection : to owe much , but pay little #: to sell land , but buy none : to pawn , ▪ sir , and have begunne pretty well already : you see I have spent and lent all my money a money ; and pawn'd all my Cloaths but these a' ▪ my backe , as I am a cleare gentleman ▪ Enter Gil . Sam ▪ Wat ▪ aside . ▪ Enter Gil ▪ Sam . Wat ▪ aside . ▪ Enter Gil ▪ Sam ▪ Wat . aside . ▪ Sir , I shall ever blesse the promptnesse of my ▪ You say so small acquaintance #; but I could ne're see any thing of mine ▪ to put such a slur upon thine owne Vncle #; first to put him on for thy selfe , then ▪ daughter the better for her lucky leg stretching , I am a villaine , I am taken with such kind ●ee to vinde thine uncle ? gi' me that , chill see what I can doe wi'it . zi●e Mr. Thomas to 'hem , and to 'hem all Ile zide yee . jidge , and you goe to that ; for by uds shall judge me , I think you are all but a company of Coul●er o'yee , by uds daggers death will I . Draw Coulter , & amongst 'hem . ag●ine now I thinke on't Coulter , we'll have all againe , & by a quieter way ; and teach 'hem to omne● Ex. omnes . T●s Tis as I tell you Mr. Touchwood ; your sonne li●k A sweet lick he has indeed if he knew all . Strike● He knowes moreover , that Mr. Striker , her grandfather has covenanted to give purpos●ly And came purposely to advise you , because I loue your son ●e in hope of a matter of 5. Pound , though he forfeit the obligation of his throat by't Strike● tell me , how came it that you cald that Striker uncle . To●ton made such a Tim , as ne're was heard on in Tonton , amongst a many Cheaters : by masse here o'● many Cheaters : by masse here are a couple o'm . Britlew●re Alas poore Britleware . C●uli. Coult. O●dipus such a knot now to untie , As would turne Oedipus his braine awry . ●wry untie , As would turne Oedipus his braine awry . om● Ex. omn. ●urate Enter Curate and Britle ware : Br●tleware Be appeas'd and comforted , good Mr. Britleware , trouble not your head in running after you● Did you sir , did you? y●u What peep you for ; you ought not to do so sir . H●y. Hoy H●y. Hoy Lit●-man Lite-man . Jam I finde J am abus'd enough o' conscience : and shall groa●g Oh , oh , that ever I was born in this groaning chaire . Du●'d mistrust so much afore hand , that when they are Dub'd indeed , they have not a glympse of suspition i● Their hornes hang in their light then ; but truely Aunt , for Ca●t Ent. Strik . & Caut. Pur●lane She is her self the purest piece of Purslane — that e're had liquid sweet meats lick'd h●r Go call her down . bu● me now . She is your daughter sir : if I but call her mine , Or suffer her to aske me ●a ' , and gives her portion ? And then he can ha' but his money , can hee ? ●wo wench , the wench , is such a wench , Scarce two such marryed in a Diocesse , In twice two ●ow hold thy peace , tis an absolute wonder ! Now to the wedding inwillow ? my bride in mourning habit , & her head in willow ? did●t may declar't , Speake o' thy Conscience , did it not ? f●ire honor to her if he lives , in meed for your faire sisters wrong and my misdeede , my son shall oomes Whoope , who comes here , my brother Tim drest like Master with out Tis all I could get to scape without of the cozning house ; and all I have rhee no more , and I will long no more to vexe thee .