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Portion, as would bring me to my Friends, I would rest thankful, until I had required fo great a Courtesie.
Cit. Fie, fie, young Man, this Course is very bad,
Flow. Worler ends : nay, if it fall out
Enter a Citizen's Wife with a Torch before her. God bless you, fair Mistress. Now would it please you, Gentlewoman, to look into the Wants of a poor Gentleman, a younger Brother, I doubt not but God will treble restore it back again, one that never before this time demanded Penny, Half.penny, nor Farthing.
Cit. Wife. Stay, Alexander, now by my Troth a very proper Man, and 'tis great Pity ; hold, my Friend, there's all the Mony I have about me, a couple a Shillings, and God bless thee. Flow. Now God thank you, sweet Lady ; if
have any Friend, or Garden-house, where you may imploy a poor Gentleman as your Friend, I am yours to command in all secret Service.
Cit. Wife. I thank you good friend, I prithee let me see that again I gave thee, there is one of them a brafs Shilling, give me them, and here is half a Crown in Gold.
[He gives it her. Now out upon thee, Rascal: secret Service ! what doft thou make of me? It were a good Deed to have thee whipt: Now I have my Mony again, I'll see thee hang'd before I give thee a Penny. Secret Service ? cn, good Alexander.
[Exeunt Ambo. Flow. This is villanous luck, I perceive Dishonesty Will not thrive; here comes more, God forgive me, Sir Athur and Mr. Oliver, aforegod I'll speak to them.
God save you, Sir Arthur; God save you, Mr. Oliver. Oli. Been you chere, zirrah, come will you
your self to your Tools, Coystrel ?
Flow. Nay, Mr. Oliver, I'll not fight with you,
Oli. And whore is the Gentlewoman thy Wife, Mezel ? Whore is she, Zirrah, ha?
Flow. By my troth, Mr. Oliver, fick, very-fick ; And Gad is my Judge, I know not what means to make for her, good Gentlewoman.
Oli. Tell me true, is the fick? tell me true itch' vise thee.
Flow. Yes faith, I tell you true: Mr. Oliver, if you would do me the small kindness, but to lend me forty Shillings: So Gad help me, I will pay you so soon as my Ability shall make me able, as I am a Gentleman,
Oli. Well thou zaist thy Wife is zick; hold, there's vorty Shillings, give it to thy Wife, look thou give it her, or I Mall zo veze thee, thou wert not zo vezed this zeven year, look to it.
Arth. I'faith, Mr. Oliver, it is in vain
Oli. Well, would che could yvind it.
Enter Uncle and Father.
Flow. Who's here, my Uncle, and my Man Kefter 3
Unc. Ay, they are gone indeed, come, Kefter, away.
Onc. Out Hypocrite, I will not hear thee speak,
Flow. Kester, honest Kester.
Fath. Sir, I have nought to say to you, Open the Door to my Kin, thou had'it best Lock't fast, for there's a false Knave without.
Flow. You are an old lying Rascal,
Flow. By this light a Dutch Frow, they say they are called kind, by this Light I'll try her.
Luce. Vát be you, Yonker, why do you not speaks
Flow. By my troth, Sweet Heart, a poor Gentleman that would defire of you, if it stand with your liking, the bounty of your Purse.
Flow. Armine, Sweet-heart, I know not what you mean by that, but I am almost a Beggar.
Luce. Are you not a married Man, vere been your Vife? Here is all I have, take dis.
Flow. What Gold, young Frow? this is brave.
Flow. Dead, dead, she's dead, 'tis the hath undone me? Spent me all I had, and kept Rascals under my Nose to
Luce. Did you use her vell?
Flow. Use her, there's never a Gentlewoman in England could be better used than I did her; I could but Coach her; her Diet' stood me in forty pound a Month, but the is dead, and in her Grave my Cares are buried.
Luce. Indeed dat vas not scone.
Flow. Thou dost belong to Master Civet here, dost thou not? Luce. Yes, me do.
Flow. Why there's it, there's not a handful of Plate
[They call withir. Owhy Tanikin.
Luce. Stay, one doth call, I shall come by and by a. gain.
Flow. By this Hand, this Dutch Wench is in love with me, Were it not admirable to make her steal All Civet's Plate, and run away.
Fath. 'Twere beastly. O Master Flowerdale, Have
you no fear of God, nor Conscience : What do you mean, by this vile course you take ?
Flow. What do I mean? why, to live, that I mean.
Fath. To live in this forr, fie upon the course,
Flow. A Coward, I pray in what
Flow. 'S nails, is there such a Cowardice in that? I dare borrow it of a Man, ay, and of the tallest Man in England, if he will lend it me : Let me borrow it how I can, and let them come by it how they dare. And it is well known, I might ride out a hundred times if I would,
fo I might.
Fath. It was not want of Will, but Cowardice,
Flow. I'll tarry here, 'till the Dutch Frow comes,
[Exit Father? Enter Sir Lancelot, Mr. Weathercock, and Artichoak.
Lanc. Where is the Door? are we not past it, Artig choak?
Art. By th’ Mass here's one, I'll ask him : Do you hear, Sir ? What, are you so proud ? do you hear, which is the way
To Mr. Civet's House? what, will you not speak?
Lanc. O wonderful, is this lewd Villain here?
you cheating Rogue, you Cut-purse, Cony-catcher,
Flow. Wherefore to Prison? Sir, I will not go.
Flowerdale's Father, Uncle, and Delia.
Unc. He is my Kinsman, although his Life be vile, Therefore, in God's dame, do with him what you will.
. Lanc. Marry to Prison.
Flow. Wherefore to Prison, snick-up? I owe you nothing.
Lanc. Bring forth my Daughter then, away with him.
Flow. Go seek your Daughter, what do you lay to my Charge?
Lanc. Suspicion of Murder, go, away with him.
Flow. Murder your Dogs, I murder your Daughter? Come, Uncle, I know you'll Bail me.
Unc. Not I, were there no more,
Enter Luce like a Frow.