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A pox of come a five, what shall I do?
Enter Delia and Artichoak,
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.
Del. That Voice I have heard often before this timië,
Flow. Ay, plague on't, I thank your Father
Del. O God, is all Grace banisht from thy Heart,
Flow. Shame me no Shames, come give me your Purse ; I'll bind you, Sifter, left I fare the worse.
Del. No, bind me not, hold, there is all I have,
Enter Oliver, Sir Arthur, and Artichoak.
Oli. Thieves, where Man? why how now, Mistress Delia, Ha you a liked to been a robbed?
Del. No, Master Oliver, 'tis Master Flowerdale, he did but jest 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
Oli. I wad yoù were ysplit, and you let the Mezel have a Penny; but since 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 sport.
Del. Brother, you see how all Men censure you, Farewel, and I pray God amend your Life.
Oli. Come, chil bring you along, and you safe enough From twenty such Scoundrels as thick an one is, Farewel and be hanged, zyrrah, as I think so thou Wilt be shortly; come, Sir Arthur.
Exeunt all but Flowerdale. Flow. A plague go with you for a karfie Rascal ; This Devon Mire Man I think is made all of Pork, His Hands made only for to heave up Packs : His Heart as fat and big as his Face, As differing far from all brave gallant Minds, As I to serve the Hogs, and drink with Hinds, As I am very near now ; well what remedy, When Money, Means, and Friends, do grow so small
, Then farewel Life, and there's an end of all. [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 Christopher
, I thank thee for my Maid, like her very well, how dost thou like her, Frances ? Fran. In good Sadness, Tom, very well, excellent well
, She speaks so prettily, I pray what's your Name ?
Luce. My name, forsooth, be called Tanikin.
Fran. By my troth a fine Name : O Tanikin, you are ex: cellent for dressing ones Head a new Fashion.
Luce. Me fall do every ting about da Head.
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
Fran. Thou art a Fool indeed, Tom, thou knowest what I mean.
Civ. Ay, ay, Kefter, 'tis such as they wear a their Heads, I prithee, Kit, have her in, and shew her my House.
Fath. I will, Sir; come Tanikin.
Civ. No Frances, we must not kiss afore Folks,
Enter Delia and Artichoak. See yonder, my Sister Delia is come, welcome, good Sister.
Fran. Welcome, good Sister, how do you like the Tire of my Head? Del. Very well, Sister.
Civ. I am glad you're come, Sister Delia, to give order for Supper, they will be here soon.
Art. Ay, but if good luck had not serv’d, she had Not been here now, filching Flowerdale had like To pepper'd us, but for Master 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, Sister?
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 speak no more of this. Art. Not I, not a word, now do I smell Knavery:
every Purse Flower dale takes, he is half : And gives me this to keep Counsel, not a word I.
Fath. Why God a Mercy,
Fran. Sister, look here, I have a new Dutch Maid,
Civ. How do you like her, Sister?
Cim. Well, dear Sister, will you draw near, and give di, re&tions for Supper, Guests will be here presently,
Del. Yes, Brother, lead the way, I'll follow you.
[Exeunt all but Delia and Luce. Hark you,
Dutch Frow, a word.
Del. Sister Luce, 'tis not your broken Language,
Luce. Sister, I see you know me, yet be fecret;
Dei. O he is worse than bad, I prethee leave him,
Luce. Dopot perswade me once to such a Thought,
Del. Well, feeing no Counsel canremove yourMind,
Luce. Delia, 'I thank you. I now must please her Eyes, My Sister Frances, neither fair nor wife.
Enter Dick and Ralph.
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 so much as will pay for my Supperz I'll pay you again, as I am a Gentleman.
Ralph. l’Faith, we have not a farthing, not a mites
Flusw. Why so, this is as it should be, being poor,
Enter an ancient Citizen.