Imatges de pÓgina

Civ. You say well, Sister Delia, you say well; but I mean to live within my Bounds ; for look


I have see down my rest thus far, but to maintain my Wife in her French Hood, and her Coach, keep a couple of Geldings

, and a brace of Gray-hounds, and this is all I'll do. Del

. And you'll do this with forty Pounds a Year?
Civ. Ay, and a better Penny, Sister.
Frank. Sister, you forget that at Cuckolds Haven.

Civ. By my Troth well remembred, Frank,
I'll give thee that to buy thee Pins.

Del. Keep you the rest for Points, alas the Day, Fools shall have Wealth though all the World say nay: Come, Brother, will you in, Dinner stays for us.

Civ. Ay, good Sister, with all my Heart.
Frank. Ay, by my Troth, Tom, for I have a good Stomach.

Civ. And I the like, sweet Frank; no Sister,
Do not think I'll go beyond my Bounds. .
Del. God grant you may not.

Exeunta Enter young Flowerdale, and his Father, with foils in

their Hands. Flow. Sirrah, Kit, tarry you there, I have spied Sir Lancelot and old Weathercock coming this way, they are hard at Hand, I will by no means be spoken withal. Fath. I'll warrant you, go get you

Enter Lancelot and Weathercock.
Lanc. Now, my honest Friend, thou dost belong to
Master Flowerdale ?

Fath. I do, Sir.
Larc. Is he within, my good Fellow?
Fat's. No, Sir, he is not within.
Lanc. I prethee, if he be within, let me speak with him.

Fath. Sir, to tell you true, my Master is within, but indeed would not be spoke withal ; there be some terms that stands upon his Reputation, therefore he will not ad, mit any Conference 'till he hath shook them off.

Lanc. I prethee tell him his very good Friend Sir Lancelot Spurcock intreats to speak with him.

Fath. By my rroth, Sir, if you come to take up the mat. ter between my Master and the Devon fire Man,


you but beguile your hopes, and lose

your Labour.

Lanc. Honest Friend, I have not any such thing to him, I come to speak with him about other Matters.

Fath. For my Master, Sir, hath fet down his Resolution, either to redeem his Honour, or leave his Life behind him.

Lanc. My Friend, I do not know any Quarrel touching thy Master or any other Person, my Business is of a different Nature to him, and I prethee fo tell him.

Fath. For howsoever the Devonshire Man is,
My Master's Mind is bloody; that's a round O,
And therefore, Sir, Intreaties are but vain.

Lanc. I have no such thing to him, I tell thee once again. Fath. I will then so signifie to him. [Exit Father.

Lanc. Ay, Sirrah, I see this Matter is hotly carried. But I'll labour to difswade him from it.

Enter young Flowerdale and his Father.
Good morrow, Master Flowerdale.

Flow. Good morrow, good Sir Lancelot,
Good morrow, Master Weathercock;
By my troth, Gentlemen, I have been reading over
Nick Machiavel ; I find him
Good to be known, not to be followed :
A pestilent human Fellow, I have made
Certain Annotations of him such as they be ;
And how is't, Sir Lancelot ? ha ? how is't?
A mad World, Men Cannot live quiet in it.

Lanc. Master Flowerdale, I do understand there is some
Jar between the Devonshire Man and you.
Fath. They, Sir? they are good Friends as can be.
Flow. Who Master Oliver and I as good Friends as

Lanc. It is a kind of safety in you to deny it, and a generous silence, which too few are indued withal: But, Sir, such a thing I hear, and I could wish it otherwise.

Flow. No such thing, Sir Lancelot, at my reputation, as I am an honest Man.

Larc. Now I do believe you then, if you do Ingage your Reputation there is none.

Flow. Nay I do not ingage my Reputation there is not, You shall not bind me to any condition of hardness :


can be.

But if there be any thing between us, then there is,
Jf there be not, then there is not. Be, or be not, all is one.

Lanc. I do perceive by this, that there is something be tween you, and I am very sorry for it.

Flow. You may be deceiv'd, Sir Lancelot, the Italian Hath a pretty saying, Quefto ? I have forgot it too, 'Tis out of my Head, but in my Translation (him. If't hold thus, thou hast a Friend, keep him; if a Foe trip

Lanc. Come, I do fee by this there is somewhat between And before God I could wish it otherwise,

Flow. Well what is between us, can hardly be alter'd:
Sir Lancelot, I am to ride forth to morrow,
That way which I must ride, no Man must deny
Me the Sun, I would not by any particular Man,
Be denied common and general Passage. If any one
Saith, Flowerdale, thou passeft not this way;
My answer is, I must either on or return:
But return is not my Word, I must on :
If I cannot, then make my way, nature
Hath done the last for me, and there's the Fine.

Lanc. Mr. Flowerdale, every Man hath one Tongue,
And two Ears; Nature in her Building,
Is a most curious Work-mafter.

Flow. That is as much as to say, a Man fhould hear more Than he should speak.

Lanc. You say true, and indeed I have heard more, Than at this time I will speak.

Flow. You say well,

Lanc. Slanders are more common than Troths, Master Flowerdale, but Proof is the Rule for both,

Flow. You say true, what do you call him Hath it there in his third Canton

Lanc. I have heard you have been wild: I have believ'd it. Flow, 'Twas fit, 'cwas necessary.

Lanc. But I have seen somewhat of late in you,
That hath confirm'd in me an Opinion of
Goodness toward you. .

Flow. I'Faith, Sir, I am sure I never did you harm:
Some good I have done, either to you or yours,
I am sure you know not, neither is it my will




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Lanc. Ay, your Will, Sir.

Flow. Ay, my Will, Sir ; 'sfoot do you know ought of Begod and you do, Sir, I am abus’d.

(my Will? Lans. Go, Mr. Flowerdale, what I know, I know ; And know you thus much out of my Knowledge, That I truly love you. For my Daughter, She's yours. And if you like a Marriage better Than a Brawl, all quirks of Reputation set aside, go with me presently: And where you should fight a blocdy Battel, you shall be married to a lovely Lady.

Flow. Nay but, Sir Lancelot

Lanc. If you will not imbrace my offer, yet assure your self thus much, I will have order to hinder


Encounter, Flow. Nay but hear me, Sir Lancelot. Lanc. Nay, stand not you upon imputative Honour, Tis meerly unsound, unprofitable, and idle Inferences ; your Business is to wed my Daughter, therefore give me your present word to do it; I'll go and provide the Maid, therefore give me your present Resolution, either DOW or never. Flow. Will


put me to it?

(never. Lanc. Ay, afore God, either take me now, or take me Else what I thought should be our match, shall be our parting, So fare you well for ever.

Flow. Stay; fall out, what
Is above all : I will come.
Lanc. I expect you, and so fare

[Exit Sir Lancelot.
Fath. Now, Sir, how shall we do for wedding Apparel
Flow. By the Mass that's true; now help Kit,
The Marriage ended, we'll make amends for all.
Fath. Well, no more, prepare you

for We will not want for Cloaths, whatsoe'er betide.

Flow. And thou shalt see, when once I have my Dower,
In Mirth we'll spend full many a merry Hour :
As for this Wench, I not regard a Pin,
It is her Gold must bring my Pleasures in.

Fath. Is't possible, he hath his second living,
Forsaking God, himself to the Devil giving;
But that I knew his Mother firm and chaft,
My Heart would fay, my Head she had disgrac'd:


may fall,

fall, my

my Love

you well.

your Bride,

Else would I swear, he never was my Son,
But her fair Mind fo foul a deed did shun,

Enter young Flowerdale's Vacle.
Unc. How now, Brother, how do you find your Son ?

Fath. O Brother, heedless as a Libertine,
Ev'n grown a Master in the School of Vice,
One that doth nothing, but invent Deceit ;
For all the Day he humours up and down,
How he the next Day might deceive his Friend:
He thinks of nothing but the present time:
For one Groat ready down, he'll pay a Shilling;
But then the Lender must needs stay for it.
When I was young, I had the scope of Youth,
Both wild, and wanton, careless and desperate:
But such mad Strains as he's pofleft withal,
I thought it wonder for to dream upon.

Onc. I told you so, but you would not believe it.

Fath. Well I have found it, but one thing comforts me; Brother, to morrow'he's to be married To beauteous Luce, Sir Lancelot Spurcock's Daughter.

Unc. Is't possible ?

Fath. 'Tis true, and thus I mean to curb him
This Day, Brother, I will you shall arrest him;
If any thing will tame him, it must be that,
For he is rank in Mischief, chain'd to a Life,'
That will encrease his Shame, and kill his Wifer

Onc. What, arrest him on his wedding Day?
That were unchristian, and an unhuman part :
How many couple ev'n for that very Day,
Have purchast'feeen Years forrow afterward ?
Forbear it then to Day, do it to Morrow,
And this Day mingle not his Joy with Sorrow.

Fath. Brother, I'll have it done this very Day,
And in the view of all, as he comes from Church.
Do but observe the Course that he will take,
Upon my life he will forfwear the Debt :
And for we'll have the Sum shall not be slight,
Say that he owes you near three thousand Pound :
Good Brother, let it be done immediately.

Unc. Well, seeing you will have it so,
Brother I'll do’t, and straight provide the Sheriff.


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