Portion, as would bring me to my Friends, I would rest By the Mass here comes another. [Exit Cit. Enter a Citizen's Wife with a Torch before her. God bless you, fair Miftrefs. 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 reftore 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, fweet Lady; if you have any Friend, or Garden-house, where you may imploy a poor Gentleman as your Friend, I am yours to command in all fecret Service. Cit. Wife. I thank you good Friend, I prithee let me fee 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, Rafcal: fecret Service! what doft thou make of me? It were a good Deed to have thee whipt: Now I have my Mony again, I'll fee thee hang'd before I give thee a Penny. Secret Service? on, good Alexander. [Exeunt Ambo. Flow. This is villanous luck, I perceive Difhonefty Will not thrive; here comes more, God forgive me, Sir Athur and Mr. Oliver, aforegod I'll fpeak to them. God God fave you, Sir Arthur; God fave you, Mr. Oliver. Oli. Been you there, zirrah, come will you taken your felf to your Tools, Coyftrel ? Flow. Nay, Mr. Oliver, I'll not fight with you, It was only a Plot to get Sir Lancelot's Daughter: Oli. And whore is the Gentlewoman thy Wife, Mezel ? Whore is he, 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 fo foon as my Ability fhall make me able, as I am a Gentleman. Oli. Well thou zaift thy Wife is zick; hold, there's vorty Shillings, give it to thy Wife, look thou give it her, or I hall zo veze thee, thou wert not zo vezed this zeven year, look to it. Arth. I'faith, Mr. Oliver, it is in vain To give to him that never thinks of her. Flow. I tell you true, Sir Arthur, as I am a Gentleman. Flow. By the Lord, this is excellent. [Exeunt Ambo. Unc. See, Kefter, if you can find the House. How do you Uncle, how doft thou, Kefter? U Unc. Unc. Ay, they are gone indeed, come, Kefter, away. Flow. Nay, Uncle, do you hear, good Uncle? Unc. Out Hypocrite, I will not hear thee speak, Come, leave him, Kefter, Flow. Kefter, honeft Kefter. Fath. Sir, I have nought to fay to you, Open the Door to my Kin, thou had❜st best Lock't faft, for there's a falfe Knave without. Flow. You are an old lying Rascal, So you are. Enter Luce. [Exeunt ambo. Luce. Vat is de matter, Vat be you, Yonker? Flow. By this light a Dutch Frow, they fay they are called kind, by this Light I'll try her. Luce. Vat be you, Yonker, why do you not speak? 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. Enter young Flowerdale's Father. Luce. O here God, fo young an Armine. Flow. Armine, Sweet-heart, I know not what mean by that, but I am almost a Beggar. you Luce. Are you not a married Man, vere been Here is all I have, take dis. your Vife? Flow. What Gold, young Frow? this is brave. Luce. Why fpeak you not, vere be your Vife? Flow. Dead, dead, fhe's dead, 'tis fhe hath undone me? Spent me all I had, and kept Rafcals under my Nofe to brave me. Luce. Did you use her vell? Flow. Ufe her, there's never a Gentlewoman in England could be better used than I did her; I could but Coach her; her Diet ftood me in forty pound a Month, but the is dead, and in her Grave my Cares are buried. Luce. Indeed dat vas not fcone. Fath. He is turn'd more Devil than he was before. not ? Luce. Yes, me do. Flow Flow. Why there's it, there's not a handful of Plate But belongs to me, Gad's my Judge: If I had fuch a Wench as thou art, There's never a Man in England would make more O why Tanikin. [They call within. Luce. Stay, one doth call, I fhall come by and by again. 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 beaftly. O Master Flowerdale, you take? Fath. Why you will borrow Six-pence of a Boy. Flow. 'S nails, is there fuch 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, There is none that lends to you, but know they gain: And what is that but only ftealth in you? Delia might hang you now, did not her Heart Take pity of you for her Sifter's fake. Go get you hence, left ling'ring here you stay, 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 paft it, Arti 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 U 2 Το To Mr. Civer's Houfe? what, will you not speak? Lanc. O wonderful, is this lewd Villain here? Flow. Wherefore to Prifon? Sir, I will not go. Lanc. O here's his Uncle: Welcome, Gentlemen, welcome all: Such a Cozener, Gentlemen, a Murderer too Flow. Wherefore to Prifon, fnick-up? I owe you no thing. Lanc. Bring forth my Daughter then, away with him. Flow. Go feek your Daughter, what do you lay to my Charge? Lanc. Sufpicion 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, Than I the Jaylor, thou the Prisoner. Lanc. Go, away with him. Enter Luce like a Frow. Luce. O my Life, where will you ha de Man? Vat ha de Yonker done? Weath |