A pox of come a five, what fhall I do ? There's not any of my acquaintance, Man not Boy, I would I knew where to take a good Purse, I'll rob her, by this Hand. Enter Delia and Artichoak. Del. I prethee, Artichoak, go not to faft, The Weather is hot, and I am fomething weary. Art. Nay I warrant you, Mistress Delia, I'll not. tire you With leading, we'll go an extream moderate pace. Flow. Stand, deliver your Purse. Art. O Lord, Thieves, Thieves. [Exit Artichoak. Flow. Come, come, your Purfe, Lady, your Purse. Del. That Voice I have heard often before this time, What, Brother Flowerdale become a Thief? Flow. Ay, plague on't, I thank your Father But Sifter, come, your Mony, come : What the World muft find me, I am born to live, 'Tis not a Sin to steal, when none will give. Del. O God, is all Grace banisht from thy Heart, Think of the Shame that doth attend this Fact. Flow. Shame me no Shames, come give me your Purfe; I'll bind you, Sifter, left I fare the worfe. Del. No, bind me not, hold, there is all I have, And would that Mony would redeem thy Shame. Enter Oliver, Sir Arthur, and Artichoak. Art. Thieves, Thieves, Thieves. Oli. Thieves, where Man? why how now, Mistress Delia. Ha you a liked to been a robbed? Del. No, Mafter Oliver, 'tis Mafter Flowerdale, he did but jeft with me. Oli. How, Flowerdale, that Scoundrel? Sirrah, you meten us well, vang the that. Flow. Well, Sir, I'll not meddle with you, because I have a Charge. Del. Here Brother Flowerdale, I'll lend you this fame Mony. Flow. I thank you, Sifter. C Oli. I wad you were yfplit, and you let the Mezel have a Penny; but fince you cannot keep it, chil keep it my felf. Arth. 'Tis pity to relieve him in this fort, Who makes a triumphant Life his daily fport. Del. Brother, you fee how all Men cenfure you, Farewel, and I pray God amend your Life. Oli. Come, chil bring you along, and you fafe enough From twenty fuch Scoundrels as thick an one is, Farewel and be hanged, zyrrah, as I think fo thou Wilt be shortly; come, Sir Arthur. Exeunt all but Flowerdale. As differing far from all brave gallant Minds, [Exit. Enter young Flowerdale's Father, Luce like a Dutch Frow, Civet and his Wife Frances. Civ. By my troth God a Mercy for this, good Chriftopher, I thank thee for my Maid, like her very well, how doft thou like her, Frances? Fran. In good Sadness, Tom, very well, excellent well, She fpeaks fo prettily, I pray what's your Name? Luce. My name, forfooth, be called Tanikin. Fran. By my troth a fine Name: O Tanikin, you are ex cellent for dreffing ones Head a new Fashion. Luce. Me fall do every ting about da Head. Civ. What Countrywoman is fhe, Kester ? Fath. A Dutch Woman, Sir. Civ. Why then she is outlandish, is she not? Fath. Ay, Sir, fhe is. Fran. O then thou canst tell how to help me to Cheeks and Ears ? Luce. Yes, Mistress, very well. Fath. Cheeks and Ears, why, Mistress Frances, want you Checks and Ears? methinks you have very fair ones. Fran. Fran. Thou art a Fool indeed, Tom, thou knoweft what I mean. Civ. Ay, ay, Kefter, 'tis fuch as they wear a their Heads, Fran. O Tom, you have not buffed me to day, Tom. God fave my Franck. Enter Delia and Artichoak. See yonder, my Sifter Delia is come, welcome, good Sifter. Fran. Welcome, good Sifter, how do you like the Tire of my Head? Del. Very well, Sifter. Civ. I am glad you're come, Sifter Delia, to give order for Supper, they will be here foon. Art. Ay, but if good luck had not ferv'd, fhe had Not been here now, filching Flowerdale had like To pepper'd us, but for Mafter Oliver, we had been robb'd. Del. Peace, firrah, no more. Fath. Robb'd! by whom? Art. Marry by none but by Flowerdale, he is turn'd Thief. Civ. By my Faith, but that is not well, but God be prais'd For your Escape, will you draw near, Sifter? Fath. Sirrah, come hither, would Flowerdale, he that was my Master, a robbed you, I prethee tell me true? Art. Yes i'Faith, even that Flowerdale that was thy Master. Fath. Hold thee, there is a French Crown, and fpeak no more of this. In Art. Not I, not a word, now do I fmell Knavery: Fran. Sifter, look here, I have a new Dutch Maid, Del. I like your Maid well. Civ. Well, dear Sifter, will you draw near, and give directions for Supper, Guefts will be here prefently. Del. Del. Yes, Brother, lead the way, I'll follow you. [Exeunt all but Delia and Luce. Hark you, Dutch Frow, a word. Luce. Vat is your vill wit me? Del. Sifter Luce, 'tis nor your broken Language, Luce. Delia, I thank you. I now muft please her Eyes, My Sifter Frances, neither fair nor wife. Enter Flowerdale Solus. Flow. On goes he that knows no end of his Journey, I got it at an Ale-house among Porters, fuch as The two Cony-catchers, that won all myMony of me, Enter Dick and Ralph. How doft thou Ralph ? By Gad, Gentlemen, the world you do as much as lend [Exeunt. Me Me an Angel between you both, you know you Ralph. How, an Angel? Gad damn us if we loft not every Penny within an Hour after thou wert gone. Flow. I prethee lend me fo much as will pay for my Suppers I'll pay you again, as I am a Gentleman. Ralph. I'Faith, we have not a farthing, not a mite You will fo carelefly undo your felf; Flow. A Vagabond indeed, more Villains you: Enter Ruffin. [Exeunt Raf. What fawcy Rafcal is that which knocks fo bold? Sir, I beseech you to take Compaffion of a Man; [Exit. One whofe Fortunes have been better than at this Inftant they feem to be but if I might crave of you fo much little : Portion, |