The Mi$eries of infor$t <1Mariage.>1 <1Enter Sir Francis Ilford, Wentloe, and Bartley sc.>1 <1Bart.>1 BVt <1Francke, Franke,>1 now we are come to the hou$e, what $hall we make to be our bu$ines? <1Ilford.>1 Tut, let vs be Impudent enough and good inough. <1Went.>1 We haue no acquaintaince heere, but young <1Scar->1 <1borrow. Ilf.>1 How no aquaintance: Angels guard me from thy company. I tel thee <1Wentloe>1 thou art not worthy to weare guilte Spurs, cleane Linnen, nor good Cloaths. <1Went.>1 Why for Gods $ake ? <1Ilford.>1 By this hand thou art not a man fit to Table at an Ordi- 10 nary, keepe Knights company to Bawdy hou$es, nor Begger thy Taylor. <1Went.>1 Why then I am free from Cheaters, cleare from the Pox, and e$cape Cur$$es ? <1Ilf.>1 Why doo$t thou think there is any Chri$tians in the world ? <1Went.>1 I and Iewes too, Brokers, Puritans, and Sergiants. <1Ilf.>1 Or doo$t thou meane to begge after Charity, that goes in a cold $ute already that thou talke$t thou ha$t no acquaintance here. I tel thee <1Wentloe>1 thou can$t not liue on this $ide of the world: feed wel, drink Tobacco, and be honored into the pre$ence, but thou 2o mu$t be acquainted with all $ortes of men, I and $o farre in to, till they de$ire to be more acquainted with thee. <1Bart.>1 True, and then you $hall be accompted a gallant of good credit. <1Enter Clowne.>1 <1Ilf.>1 But $tay, here is a Scrape-trencher ariued: How now blew bottle, are you of the hou$e ? <1Clow.>1 I haue heard of many blacke Iacks Sir, but neuer of a blew Bottle. <1Ilf.>1 Well Sir, are you of the hou$e ? A 2 <1Clown>1 30 <1Clow.>1 No Sir, I am twenty yardes without, and the hou$e $tands without me. <1Bart.>1 Prethee tels who owes this building. <1Clow.>1 He that dwels in it Sir. <1Ilf.>1 Who dwels in it then. <1Clow.>1 He that owes it. <1Ilf.>1 Whats his name. <1Clow.>1 I was none of his God-father. <1Ilf.>1 Dus mai$ter Scarberow lie heere, <1Clow.>1 Ile giue you a rime for that Sir, 40 Sicke men may lie, and dead men in their Graues, Few el$e do lie abed at noone, but Drunkards, Punks, & knaues. <1Ilf.>1 What am I the better for thy an$wer? <1Clow.>1 What am I the better for thy que$tion ? <1Ilf.>1 Why nothing. <1Clow.>1 Why then of nothing comes nothing. <1Enter Scarborrow.>1 <1Went.>1 Sblud this is a philo$ophicall foole. <1Clow.>1 Then I that am a foole by Art, am better then you that are fooles by nature. <1Exit>1 50 <1Scar.>1 Gentlemen, welcome to York$hire. <1Ilf.>1 And well incountred my little Villaine of fifteene hundred a yeare, Sfut what make$t thou heere in this barren $oyle of the North, when thy hone$t friends mi$$e thee at London ? <1Scar.>1 Faith Gallants tis the Countrey where my Father liued, where fir$t I $aw the light, and where I am loved, <1Ilf.>1 Lou'd, I as Courtiers loue V$urers, & that is iu$t as long as they lend them mony. Now dare I lay. <1Went.>1 None of your Land good Knight, for that is laid to mor- gage already ? 60 <1Ilf.>1 I dare lay with any man that will take me vp. <1Went.>1 Who li$t to haue a Lubberly load. <1Ilf.>1 Sirrah wag, this Rogue was $on and heire to <1Antony Nowe,>1 <1Now,>1 and <1Blind Moone.>1 And he mu$t needs be a $curuy Mu$iti- on, that hath two Fidlers to his Fathers : but tel me infayth, art thou not, nay I know thou art cald down into the country here, by $ome hoary Knight or other, who knowing thee a young Gentleman of good parts, and a great liuing, hath de$ired thee to $ee $ome pitti- full full peece of his Workeman$hip, a Daughter I meane, I$t not $o ? <1Scar.>1 About $ome $uch preferment I came downe. <1Ilf.>1 Preferment, a good word: And when do you commence 70 into the Cuckolds order, the Preferment you $peak of when $hal we haue Gloues: when, when ? <1Scarb.>1 Faith gallants I haue bin gue$t here but $ince la$t night. <1Ilf.>1 Why, and that is time enough to make vp a dozen marria- ges, as marriages are made vp now adayes. For looke you Sir: the father according to the fa$hion, being $ure you haue a good liuing, and without Incumbrance, comes to you thus:---takes you by the hand thus:---wipes his long beard thus:---or turns vp his Muchacho thus:---Walks $ome turne or two thus:---to $hew 80 his comely Grauity thus:---And hauing wa$ht his foule mouth thus :---at la$t breaks out thus.--- <1Went.>1 O God: Let vs heare more of this ? <1Ilf.>1 Mai$ter <1Scarborrow,>1 you are a young Gentleman, I knew your father well, hee was my wor$hipfull good Neighbour, for our Demeanes lay neare together. Then Sir,---you and I mu$t be of more nere acquaintance.---At which, you mu$t make an eruption thus:---O God ($weet Sir) <1Bart.>1 Sfut, the Knight would haue made an excellent Zany, in an Italian Comedy. 90 <1Ilf.>1 Then hee goes forward thus: Sir, my $elfe am Lord of $ome thou$and a yeere, a Widdower, (mai$ter <1Scarberrow)>1 I haue a cou- ple of young Gentlewomen to my Daughters, a thou$and a yeare will do well deuided among them ? Ha, wilt not Mai$ter <1Scarbor->1 <1row>1,---At which you out of your education mu$t reply thus.---The Portion will de$erue them worthy husbands: on which Tinder he $oone takes fire and $weares you are the Man his hopes $hot at, and one of them $hall be yours. <1Went.>1 If I did not like her, $houlde hee $weare to the diuell, I would make him for$worne. 100 <1Ilf.>1 Then putting you and the young Puggs to in a clo$e roome together. <1Went.>1 If he $hould lie with her there, is not the father partly the Bawd? <1Ilf.>1 Where the young puppet, hauing the Le$$on before from A3 the old Fox, giue the $onne halfe a dozen warme ki$$es, which after her fathers oths, takes $uch Impre$$ion in thee, thou $traight cal$t by le$u Mi$tris, I loue you:---When $hee has the wit to aske, but Sir, will you marry me, and thou in thy Cox-$parrow humor 110 replye$t, I (before God) as I am a Gentleman wil I, which the Fa- ther ouer-hearing, leaps in, takes you at your word, $weare hee is glad to fee this; nay he will haue you contracted $traight, and for a need makes the prie$t of him$elfe. <1Thus in one houre, from a quiet life,>1 <1Thou art$worne in debt, and troubled with a wife.>1 <1Bart.>1 But can they Loue one another $o $oone ? <1Ilf.>1 Oh, it is no matter now adaies for loue, tis wel, and they can but make $hift to lie together. <1Went.>1 But will your father doe this too, if hee know the gallant 120 breaths him$elfe at $ome two or three Bawdy hou$es in a morning. <1Ilf.>1 Oh the $ooner, for that and the Land together, tell the olde ladde, he will know the better how to deale with his Daughter? <1The Wi$e and Auncient Fathers know this Rule,>1 <1Should both wed Maids, the Child would be a Foole.>1 Come Wag, if thou ha$t gone no further then into the Ordinarie fa$hion, meete, $ee and ki$$e, giue ouer: Mary not a Wife to haue a hundred plagues for one plea$ure: lets to London, theres varie- ty: and change of pa$ture makes fat Calues. <1Sca.>1 But change of women bawld Knaues, Sir Knight. 130 <1Ilf.>1 Wag and thou bee$t a Louer but three dayes, thou wilt bee Hartles, Sleeple$$e, witles, Mad, Wretched, Mi$erable, and indeed, a $tarke Foole. And by that, thou ha$t beene married but three weekes, tho thou $hould$t wed a <1Cynthia rara avis,>1 thou woulde$t be a man mon$trous: A Cuckold, a Cuckold. <1Bart.>1 And why is a Cuckold mon$trous, Knight? <1Ilf.>1 Why, becau$e a man is made a Bea$t by being married ? Take but example thy $elfe from the Moone, as $oone as $hee is deliuered of her great belly, doth $he not poynt at the world with a payre of hornes, as who $hould $ay, married men, $ome of ye are 140 Cuckolds. <1Scar.>1 I con$ter more Diuinely of their $ex, Being Maids, methinkes they are Angels: and being Wiues, They are Soueraignes : Cordials that pre$erue our Liues, They They are like our hands that feed vs, this is cleare, They renew man, as $pring renewes the yeare. <1Ilf.>1 Theres nere a wanton Wench that heares thee, but thinkes thee a Coxcom for $aying $o: Marry none of them, if thou wilte haue their true Characters. Ile giue it thee,---Women are the Purgatory of mens Pur$$es, the Paradice of their bodies, and the Hel of their mindes; Marry none of them. Women are in Chur- 150 ches Saints, abroad Angels, at home Diuels. Here are married men inow, know this: Marry none of them. <1Scar.>1 Men that traduce by cu$tome, $hew $harpe wit Onely in $peaking Ill, and practi$e it: Again$t the be$t of Creatures, deuine women Who are Gods Agents heere, and the Heauenly eye By which this Orbe hath her Maturity: Beauty in women, get the world with Child, Without whom, $he were barren, faint, and wilde. They are the $tems on which do Angels grow, 160 From whence Vertue is $tild, and Arts do flow. <1Enter Sir Iohn Harcop and his Daughter Clare.>1 <1Ilf.>1 Let them be what Flowers they will, and they were Ro$es, I will plucke none of them for pricking my fingers. But $oft, heere comes a voider for vs: and I $ee, do what I can, as long as the world la$ts, there wil be Cuckolds in it. Do you heare Childe, heeres one come to blend you together: he has brought you a kneading-tub, if thou do$t take her at his hands, <1Tho thou had$t Argus eyes, be$ure of this,>1 <1Women haue$worne with more then one to ki$$e.>1 170 <1Har.>1 Nay no parting Gentlemen: <1Hem.>1 <1Went.>1 But dus he make Punkes of vs, that he Hems already? <1Har.>1 Gallants, Know old <1Iohn Harcop>1 keepes a Wine$eller, Has Traueld, bin at Court, knowne Fa$hions, And vnto all beares habit like your $elues, The $hapes of Gentlemen and men of $ort. I haue a health to giue them ere they part. <1Went.>1 Health Knight, not as Drunkards giue their healthes I hope, to go together by the eares when they haue done? 180 <1Har.>1 My healths are welcome: welcome Gentlemen. <1Ilf.>1 <1Ilf.>1 Are we welcome Knight, Infayth. <1Har.>1 Welcome infayth Sir. <1Ilf.>1 Preethee tell me ha$t not thou bin a Whoremai$ter. <1Har. In youth I$wild myfill at>1 Venus <1cup,>1 <1In $ted of full draughts now I amfaine to$up.>1 <1Ilf.>1 Why then thou art a man fit for my company: Doo$t thou heare that he is a good fellow of our $tampe, Make much of his daughter. <1Exeunt>1 190 <1Manet Scardorrow and Clare.>1 <1Scar.>1 The Father, and the Gallants haue left mee heare with a Gentlewoman, and if I know what to $ay to her I am a villen, hea- uen grant her life hath borrowed $o much Impudence of her $ex, but to $peak to me fir$t: for by this hand, I haue not $o much $teel of Immode$ty in my face, to Parle to a Wench without blu$hing. Ile walke by her, in hope $hee can open her teeth.---Not a word ?---Is it not $trange a man $hould be in a womans com- tpany all this while and not heare her tongue.---Ile goe fur- ther ?---God of his goodnes : not a Sillable. I think if I $hould 200 take vp her Cloaths to, $he would $ay nothing to me.---With what words tro dus a man begin to woe. Gentlewoman pray you what I$t a Clocke ? <1Clar.>1 Troth Sir, carrying no watch about me but mine eyes, I an$wer you: I cannot tell. <1Scar.>1 And if you cannot tell, Beauty I take the Addage for my reply: You are naught to keepe $heepe. <1Clar.>1 Yet I am big enough to keepe my $clfe. <1Scar.>1 Prethee tell me: Are you not a Woman ? <1Clar.>1 I know not that neither, til I am better acquainted with a 210 man. <1Scar.>1 And how would you be acquainted with a man ? <1Clar.>1 To di$tingui$h betwixt him$elfe and my $elfe. <1Scar.>1 Why I am a Man. <1Cla.>1 Thats more then I know Sir. <1Scar.>1 To approue I am no le$$e: thus I ki$$e thee. <1 Cla.>1 And by that proofe I am a man too, for I haue ki$t you. <1 Scar.>1 Prethee tell me can you loue ? <1Clar.>1 O Lorde Sir, three or foure thinges: I Loue my meate, choi$e of Suters: Cloathes in the Fa$hion: and like a right woman I loue to haue my will. <1Scar>1 <1Scar.>1 What thinke you of me for a Husband? 220 <1Clar.>1 Let me fir$t know, what you think of me for a wife? <1Scar.>1 Troth I thinke you are a proper Gentlewoman. <1Clar.>1 Do you but thinke $o ? <1Scar.>1 Nay I $ee you are a very perfect proper Gentlewoman. <1Clar.>1 It is great pitty then I $hould be alone without a proper man. <1Scar.>1 Your father $ayes I $hall marry you. <1Clar.>1 And I $ay God forbid Sir: I am a great deale to young. <1 Scar.>1 I loue thee by my troth. <1Clar.>1 O pray you do not $o, for then you $tray from the $teps of Gentility, the fa$hion among them is to marry fir$t, and loue 230 after by lei$ure. <1Scarb.>1 That I do loue thee, here by heauen I $weare, and cal it as a witnes to this ki$$e. <1Clar.>1 You will not inforce me I hope Sir? <1Scar.>1 Makes me this womans husband, thou art my Clare, Accept my hart, and prooue as Cha$t, as fayre. <1Clare,>1 O God, you are too hot in your gifts, $houlde I ac- cept them, we $hould haue you plead nonage, $ome halfe a year hence: $ue for reuer$ement, & $ay the deed was done vnder age. <1Scar.>1 Prethee do not Ie$t? <1Cl.>1 No (God is my record) I $peak in earne$t: & de$ire to know 240 Whether ye meane to marry me, yea or no. <1Scar.>1 This hand thus takes thee as my louing wife, <1Clar.>1 For better, for wor$e. <1Scar.>1 I, till death vs depart loue. <1Clar.>1 Why then I thanke you Sir, and now I am like to haue that I long lookt for: A Husband. How $oone from our owne tongues is the word $ed, Captiues our maiden-freedome to a head. <1Scar.>1 Clare you are now mine, and I mu$t let you know, What euery wife doth to her husband owe, 250 To be a wife, is to be Dedicate Not to a youthfull cour$e, wild, and vn$tedy, But to the $oule of vertue, obedience, Studying to plea$e, and neuer to offend. Wiues, haue two eyes created, not like Birds To rome about at plea$ure, but for two $entinels, To watch their husbands $afety as their owne, B Two Two hands, ones to feed him, the other her $elfe: Two feet, and one of them is their husbands, 260 They haue two of euery thing, onely of one, Their Cha$tity, that $hould be his alone, Their very thoughts they cannot tearme them one, Maids being once made wiues, can nothing call Rightly their owne; they are their husbands all: If $uch a wife you can prepare to be, <1Clare>1 I am yours: and you are fit for me. <1Clar.>1 We being thus $ubdued, pray you know then, As women owe a duty, $o do men. Men mu$t be like the branch and barke to trees, 270 Which doth defend them from tempe$tuous rage, Cloth them in Winter, tender them in age, Or as Ewes loue vnto their Eanlings liues, Such $hould be husbands cu$tome to their wiues. If it appeare to them they haue $traid ami$$e, They onely mu$t rebuke them with a ki$$e, Or Clock them, as Hens Chickens, with kind call, Couer them vnder their wing, and pardon all: No iarres mu$t make two beds, no $trife deuide them, Tho$e betwixt whom a faith and troth is giuen, 280 Death onely parts, $ince they are knit by heauen: If $uch a husband you intend to be, I am your Clare, and you are fit for me. <1Scar:>1 By heauen. <1Clar.>1 Adui$e before you $weare, let me remember you, Men neuer giue their faith, and promi$e mariage, But heauen records their oth: If they proue true, Heauen $miles for ioy, if not it weepes for you, Vnle$$e your hart, then with your wordes agree, Yet let vs part, and le$$e vs both be free. 290 <1Scar.>1 If euer man in $wearing loue, $wore true, My words are like to his: Heere comes your father. <1Enter Sir Iohn Harcop, Ilford, Wentloe, Bartley, and Butler.>1 <1Har.>1 Now mai$ter <1Scarborrow.>1 <1Sca.>1 Prepar'd to aske how you like that we haue done, your daughters made my wife, and I your $onne. <1Har.>1 <1Har.>1 And both agreed $o. <1Both.>1 We are Sir, <1Har.>1 Then long may you liue together, haue $tore of $ons. <1Ilf.>1 Tis no matter who is the father. <1Har.>1 But $onne here is a man of yours is come from London. 300 <1But.>1 And brought you Letters Sir. <1Scar.>1 What newes from London Butler. <1But.>1 The old newes Sir, the Ordinaries are full, $ome Cittizens are bankerouts, and many Gentlemen beggers. <1Scar. Clare>1 here is an vnwelcome Pur$iuant, My Lord and <1Guardian>1 writes to me with $peed, I mu$t returne to London. <1Scar.>1 And you being Ward to him $on Scarborrow, And know him great, it fits that you obay him. <1Har.>1 It dus it dus, for by an antient law, 310 We are borne free heires, but kept like $laues in awe, Who are for London Gallants ? <1Ilf. Switch>1 and <1Spurre>1 we wil beare you company. <1Scar.>1 Clare I mu$t leaue thee, with what vnwillingnes Witnes this dwelling ki$$e vpon thy lip, And tho I mu$t be ab$ent from thine eye, Be $ure my hart doth in thy bo$ome lie, Three yeares I am yet a ward, which time Ile pa$$e, Making thy faith my con$tant Looking-gla$$e, Till when. 320 <1Clar.>1 Till when you plea$e, where ere you liue or lie, Your loues here worne, your pre$ence in my eie. <1Exeunt>1 <1Enter Lord Faulconbridge, and $ir William Scarborow. sc. ii>1 <1Hun$d.>1 Sir William, How old $ay you is your kin$man <1Scarborrow.>1 <1Will,>1 Eighteene my Lord, next Penteco$t. <1Lord.>1 Bethinke you good Sir William, I reckon thereabout my $elfe, $o by that account Theres full three Winters yet he mu$t attend, Vnder our awe, before he $ue his Liuery: 330 I$t not $o ? <1Willi.>1 Not a daie le$$e my Lord. B 2 <1Lord>1 <1Lord.>1 Sir <1William>1 you are his Vnckle, and I mu$t $peake That am his <1Guardian,>1 would I had a $on Might merit commendations euen with him. Ile tell you what he is, he is a youth, A Noble branch, increa$ing ble$$ed fruit. Where Caterpiller vice dare not to touch, He is him$elfe with $o much grauity, 340 Prai$e cannot prai$e him with <1Hypperbole:>1 He is one whom older looke vpon, as one a booke, Wherein are Printed Noble $entences For them to rule their liues by. Indeed he is one All Emulate his vertues, hate him none. <1Willi.>1 His friends are proud, to heare this good of him. <1Lord.>1 And yet Sir William being as he is, Young, and vn$etled, tho of virtuous thoughts, By <1Genuine>1 di$po$ition, yet our eyes See daily pre$idents, hopefull Gentlemen, 350 Being tru$ted in the world with their owne will, Diuert the good is lookt from them to Ill, Make their old names forgot, or not worth note With company they keepe, $uch Reuelling With Panders, Para$ites, Prodigies of Knaues, That they $ell all, euen their old fathers graues. VVhich to preuent, weele match him to a wife, Marriage Re$traines the $cope of $ingle life. <1Willi.>1 My Lord $peakes like a father for my Kin$man. <1Lord.>1 And I haue found him one of Noble parentage, 360 A Neece of mine, nay I haue broke with her, Know thus much of her mind, what for my plea$ure As al$o for the good appeares in him, She is plea$'d of all thats hers to make him King. <1Willi.>1 Our name is ble$t in $uch an honoured marriage <1Enter Doctor Baxter.>1 <1Lord.>1 Al$o I haue apointed Doctor Baxter, Chan$ellor of Oxford to attend me heere And $ee he is come. Good mai$ter Doctor. <1Bax.>1 My honourable Lord. 370 <1Willi.>1 I haue po$$e$t you with this bu$ine$$e mai$ter Doctor <1Baxt.>1 <1Baxt.>1 To $ee the contract twixt your honoured Neece and mai$ter <1Scarborrow.>1 <1Lord.>1 Tis $o, and I did looke for him by this. <1Bax.>1 I $aw him leaue his hor$e as I came vp. <1Lord.>1 So, $o. Then he will be heere forthwith: you Mai$ter <1Baxter>1 Go V$her hether $traight young <1Katherine,>1 Sir <1William,>1 here and I will keepe this roome til you returne. <1Scar.>1 My honourable Lord. <1Enter Scarborrow>1 <1Lord.>1 Tis well done <1Scarborrow.>1 380 <1Scar.>1 Kind Vnckle. <1willi.>1 Thankes my good Couz. <1Lord.>1 You haue bin welcome in your Country York$hire. <1Scar.>1 The time that I $pent there my Lord was merry. <1Lord.>1 Twas well, twas very well, and in your ab$ence, your Vnckle heere and I, haue bin bethinking what gift betwixt vs we might be$tow on you, That to your hou$e large dignity might bring, With faire increa$e, as from a Chri$tall $pring. <1Enter Doctor and katherine.>1 390 <1Scar.>1 My name is bound to your benificence, your hands hath bin to me like bounties pur$e, Neuer $hut vp, your $elfe my fo$ter-Nur$e: Nothing can from your honor come; proue me $o rude, But Ile accept to $hun Ingratitude. <1Lord.>1 We accept thy promi$e, now returne thee this, A vertuous wife, accept her with a ki$$e. <1Scar.>1 My honourable Lord. <1Lord.>1 Feare not to take her man, $he will feare neither, Do what thou can$t being both abed together. 400 <1Scar.>1 O but my Lord. <1Lord.>1 But me a Dog of wax, come ki$$e, and agree, Your friends haue thought it fit, and it mu$t be. <1Scar.>1 I haue no hands to take her to my wife. <1Lord>1 How Sawce-box. <1Scar.>1 O pardon me my Lord the vnripenes of my yeares, Too greene for gouernment, is old in feares To vndertake that charge. B 3 <1Lord.>1 <1Lord.>1 Sir, $ir, I and $ir knaue, then here is a mellowed experience 410 knowes how to teach you, <1Scar.>1 O God. <1Lord.>1 O lacke. How both our cares, your Vnckle and my $elfe, Sought, $tudied, found out, and for your good, A maid, a Neece of mine, both faire and cha$t, And mu$t we $tand at your di$cretion. <1Scar.>1 O Good my Lord Had I two $oules, then might I haue two wiues, Had I two faiths, then had I one for her, 420 Hauing of both but one, that one is giuen To Sir Iohn Harcops daughter. <1Lord.>1 Ha, ha, whats that, let me heare that againe? <1 Scar.>1 To Sir Iohn Harcops <1Clare>1 I haue made an oath, Part me in twaine, yet $hees one halfe of both. This hand the which I weare it is halfe hers, Such power hath faith and troth twixt couples young, Death onely cuts that knot tide with the tongue. <1Lord.>1 And haue you knit that knot Sir. <1Scar.>1 I haue done $o much, that if I wed not her, 430 My marriage makes me an Adulterer, In which blacke $heets, I wallow all my life, My babes being Ba$tards, and a whore my wife. <1Lord.>1 Ha, i$t euen $o, My $ecretary there, <1Enter $ecretary>1 Write me a Letter $traight to Sir Iohn Harcop, Ile $ee Sir Iacke and if that Harcop dare, Being my Ward, contract you to his daughter. <1Exit secret.>1 My $teward too, po$t you to Yorke$hire, <1Enter $teward.>1 Where lyes my young$ters Land, and $irrah, Fell me his wood, make havocke, $poyle and wa$t. <1Exit $teward>1 440 Sir you $hall know that you are Ward to me, Ile make you poore inough: then mend your $elfe. <1VVill.>1 O Cozen. <1$car.>1 O Vnckle. <1Lord.>1 Contract your $elfe and where you li$t, Ile make you know me Sir to be your guard. <1$car.>1 World now thou $ee$t what tis to be a ward. <1Lora>1 <1Lord>1 And where I meant my $elfe to haue disbur$t Foure thou$and pound, vpon this mariage Surrendred vp your land to your owne v$e, And compa$t other portions to your hands, 450 Sir Ile now yoke you $till. <1$car.>1 A yoake indeed. <1Hun$.>1 And $pight of they dare contradict my will, Ile make thee marry to my Chambermaid. Come couz. <1Exit.>1 <1Bax.>1 Faith Sir it fits you to be more adui$'d. <1$car.>1 Do not you flatter for preferment $ir <1willi.>1 O but good Coze. <1$car.>1 O but good vnckle could I command my loue, Or cancell oaths out of heauens brazen booke, Ingro$t by Gods own finger, then you might $peake. 460 Had men that lawe to loue as mo$t haue tonges To loue a thou$and women with, then you might $peake. Were loue like du$t lawful for euery Wind, To beare from place to place, were oaths but puffes, Men might for$weare them$elues, but I do know, Tho $inne being pa$t with vs, the acts forgot, The poore $oule grones, and $he forgets it not. <1willi.>1 Yet heare your owne ca$e ? <1$car.>1 O tis to mi$erable: That I a Gentleman $hould be thus torne 470 From mine owne right, and forc$t to be for$worne. <1will.>1 Yet being as it is, it mu$t be your care, To $alue it with aduice, not with di$paire, you are his ward, being $o, the Law intends, He is to haue your duty, and in his rule Is both your marriage, and your heritage, If you rebell again$t the$e Iniunctions, The penalty takes hold on you, which for him$elfe, He $traight thus pro$ecutes, he wa$ts your land, Weds you where he thinkes fit, but if your $elfe 480 Haue of $ome violent humor matcht your $elfe, Without his knowledge, then hath he power To Merce your pur$e, and in a $um $o great, That $hall for euer keepe your fortunes weake, Where otherwi$e if you be ruld by him your Your hou$e is rai$d by matching to his kin. <1Enter Falcon bridge>1 <1Lord.>1 Now death of me, $hall I be cro$t by $uch a Iacke, he wed him$elfe, and where he li$t: Sirrha Malapart, Ile hamper you, 490 You that will haue your will, come get you in: Ile make thee $hape thy thoughts to marry her, Or wi$h thy birth had bin thy murtherer. <1Scar.>1 Fate pitty me, becau$e I am infor$t, For I haue heard tho$e matches haue co$t bloud, Where loue is once begun and then with$tood, <1Exeunt.>1 <1sciii Enter Ilford and a Page with him.>1 <1Ilf.>1 Boy, ha$t thou deliuered my Letter ? <1Boy.>1 I Sir, I $aw him open the lips ont. <1Ilf.>1 He had not a new $ute on, had he? 500 <1Boy.>1 I am not $o well acquainted with his Wardrobe Sir, but I $aw a leane fellowe, with $unke eyes, and $hamble legges, $igh pittifully at his chamber dore, and intreat his man to put his ma- $ter in mind of him. <1Ilf.>1 O, that was his Taylor, I $ee now he wil be ble$t he pro- fits by my coun$ell, he will pay no debts before he be are$ted, nor then neither, if he can finde ere a bea$t that dare but be bayle for him, but he will $eale i'th afternoone. <1Boy.>1 Yes Sir, he will imprint for you as deepe as he can. <1Ilf.>1 Good, good, now haue I a Par$ons No$e, and $mell tyth 510 comming in then. Now let me number how many rooks I haue halfe vndone already this Tearme by the fir$t returne: foure by Dice, $ix by being bound with me, and ten by queanes, of which $ome be Courtiers, $ome Country Gentlemen, and $ome Citti- zens Sonnes. Thou art a good Franke, if thou perge$t thus, thou art $till a Companion for Gallants, mai$t keepe a Catamite, take Phi$ick, at the Spring and the fall. <1Enter Wentloe.>1 <1went.>1 Franke, newes that will make thee fat Frank. <1Ilf.>1 Prethee rather giue mee $omewhat will keepe me leane, 520 I ha no mind yet to take Phi$icke. <1Wen.>1 Ma$ter Scarberrow is a married man. <1Ilf.>1 Then heauen grant he may, as few married men do, make much of his wife. <1Wentlo>1 <1Went.>1 Why ? would$t haue him loue her, let her command al, and make her his ma$ter ? <1Ilf.>1 No no, they that do $o, make not much of theyr wiues, but giue them their will, and its the marring of em. <1Enter Bartley.>1 <1Bart.>1 Hone$t <1Franke,>1 valerous <1Francke,>1 a portion of thy witte, but to helpe vs in this enterpri$e, and we may walk London $treete 530 and cry pi$h at the Sergiants. <1Ilf.>1 You may $hift out one tearme, and yet die in the Counter, the$e are the $cabs now that hang vpon hone$t Iob, I am Iob, and the$e are the $curuy $cabbes, but whats this your pot $eeths ouer withall? <1Bart.>1 Mai$ter Scarborrow is a married man. <1Went.>1 He has all his land in his owne hand. <1Bart.>1 His brothers and $i$ters portions. (wife. <1Went.>1 Be$ides foure thou$and pound in ready money with his <1Ilf.>1 A good talent by my faith, it might helpe many Gentlemen 540 to pay their Tailours, and I might be one of them. <1Went.>1 Nay, hone$t Frank, ha$t thou found a tricke for him, if thou ha$t not, looke heeres a line to direct thee. Fir$t draw him in- to bands for money, then to dice for it: Then take vp $tuffe at the Mercers, $traight to a punke with it: Then morgage his Lande, and be drunke with that: $o with them and the re$t, from an An- cient Gentleman, make him a young begger. <1Ilf.>1 What a Roge is this, to read a lecture to me, and mine owne le$$on too, which he knowes I ha made perfect to 9 hundred four- $core and nineteene. A cheating Ra$call wil teach me that ha made 550 them that haue worne a $patious Parke, Lodge and all of theyr backes this morning: bin fayne to pawne it afore night, and they that ha $tauked like a huge Elephant, with a Ca$tle on theyr neckes, and remooued y to their owne $houlders in one day which their fathers built vp in $euen yeare, bin glad by my meanes, in $o much time as a childe $uckes, to drinke bottle Ale, tho a punk pay fort. And $hal this Parat in$truct me? <1Went.>1 Nay but Franke. <1Ilf.>1 A roge that hath fed vpon me, & the fruit of my wit like Pul- len from a Pantlers chipings, and now I put him into good cloths 560 to $hift two $utes in a day, that could $carce $hift a patcht $hirt once C in in a yeare, and $ayes prayers when he had it: hark, how he prates. <1Went.>1 Be$ides Franke, $ince his marriage, he $tawkes me like a ca$hierd Captaine di$content, in which Melancholy, the lea$te drop of mirth, of which thou ha$t an Ocean, will make him, and all his ours for euer. <1Ilf.>1 Sayes mine owne Roge $o, giue mee thy hand then, weele doot, and theres earne$t. <1Strikes him.>1 Sfut you Chittiface, that lookes wor$e then a Collier thorough a woodden window an 570 Ape afeard of a whip, or a Knaues head, $hooke $eauen yeares in the weather vpon London-bridge. Do you Catechize me ? <1Wen.>1 Nay but valorous Franke, he that knowes the $ecrets of al harts, knowes I did it in kindnes. <1Ilf.>1 Know your $ea$ons: be$ides, I am not of that Species for you to in$truct. Then know your $ea$ons. <1Bart.>1 Sfut friends, friends, al friends: Here comes young <1Scar->1 <1borrow,>1 $hould he know of this, all our di$$eignes were preuented. <1Enter Scarborrow.>1 <1Ilf.>1 What, melancholy my young mai$ter, my young marryed 580 man, God giue your wor$hip ioy. <1Scar.>1 Ioy, of what Franke ? <1Ilf.>1 Of thy wealth, For I heare of few that ha ioy of their wiues <1Scar.>1 Who weds as I haue to inforced $heets, His care increa$eth, but his comfort fleets. <1Ilf.>1 Thou hauing $o much witte, what a Deuill meant$t thou to marry ? <1Scar.>1 O $peake not of it, Marriage $ounds in mine eare like a Bell, Not rung for plea$ure, but a dolefull knell. 590 <1Ilf.>1 A common cour$e, tho$e men that are married in the Mor- ning, to wi$h them$elues buried ere night. <1Scar.>1 I cannot loue her. <1Ilf.>1 No newes neither, wiues know thats a generall fault among$t their Husbands. <1Scar.>1 I will not ly with her. <1Ilf. Cetera volunt>1 $heele $ay $till, If you wil not, another wil. <1Scar.>1 Why did $he marry me, knowing I did not loue her. <1Ilf.>1 As other women do, either to bee maintaind by you, or to make you a Cuckold. Now $ir, what come you for? <1Enter Clowne.>1 <1Clow>1 <1Clow.>1 As men do in ha$t, to make an end of their bu$ines- 600 <1Ilf.>1 Whats your bu$ines ? <1Clow.>1 My bu$ines is this Sir, this Sir, and this Sir, <1Ilf.>1 The meaning of al this Sir. <1CI.>1 By this is as much as to $ay Sir, my Mai. has $ent vnto you. By this is as much as to $ay Sir, my mai- $ter has him humbly commended vnto you, and by this is as much as to $ay, my ma$ter craues your an$were. <1Ilf.>1 Giue me your Letter. And you $hal haue this Sir, this Sir, and this Sir. <1Clow.>1 No Sir. <1Ilford.>1 Why Sir ? <1Clow.>1 Becau$e as the learned haue very well in$tructed me. Qui 610 <1$upra nos, nihil ad nos,>1 and tho many Gentlemen will haue to doe with other mens bu$ines, yet from me know, the mo$t part of them proue knaues for their labor. <1Went.>1 You ha the Knaue yfaith Franke. <1Clo.>1 Long may hee liue to enioy it. From Sir Iohn Harcop of Harcop, in the County of Yorke Knight, by me his man, to your $elfe my young mai$ter, by the$e pre$ents greeting. <1Ilf.>1 How cam$t thou by the$e good words ? <1Clow.>1 As you by your good cloaths, tooke them vpon tru$t, & $wore I would neuer pay for em. 620 <1Scar.>1 Thy mai$ter Sir Iohn Harcop writes to me, That I $hould entertaine thee for my man, His wi$h is acceptable, thou art welcome fellow. Oh but thy mai$ters Daughter, $ends an Article Which makes me thinke vpon my pre$ent $inne, Here $he remembers me to keepe in minde My promi$'d faith to her, which I ha broke. Here $he remembers me I am a man, Blackt ore with periury, who$e $infull brea$t, Is Charactred like tho$e cur$t of the ble$t. 630 <1Ilf.>1 How now my young Bully, like a young wench forty weeks after the lone of her Mayden-head, crying out. <1Scar.>1 Trouble me not. ; Giue me Pen, Inke, and Paper, I will write to her, O ? but what $hall I write ? Mine owne excu$e, why no excu$e can $erue For him that $wears, and from his oth doth $warue ? C2 Or Or $hall I $ay, my marriage was inforc$t, Twas bad in them, not well in me to yeeld, 640 Wretched thee to who$e marriage was compeld, Ile onely write that which my graue hath bred, Forgiue me Clare, for I am married: Tis $oone $et downe, but not $o $one forgot, or worne from hece. Deliuer it vnto her, theres for thy paines, Would I as $oone could clean$e the$e periurd $taines. <1Clow.>1 Well, I could alter mine eies from filthy mud into fair wa- ter: you haue paid for my teares, and mine eyes $hal proue banke- routs, and breake out for you, let no man per$wade me, I will cry, and euery Towne betwixt Shoreditch-church and Yorke bridge, 650 $hall beare me witne$$e. <1Exit.>1 <1Scar.>1 Gentlemen, Ile take my leaue of you, She that I am married to, but not my wife, Will London leaue, in Yorke$hire lead our life. <1Ilf.>1 We mu$t not leaue you $o my young Gallant, We three are $ickein $tate, and your wealth mu$t helpe to make vs whole againe. For this $aying, is as true as old: Strife nur$t twixt man and wife, makes $uch a flaw, How great $o eres their wealth, twil haue a thaw, <1sc. iv Enter Sir Iohn Harcop with his Daughter Clare, and two younger>1 661 <1Brothers, Thomas, and Iohn Scarborrow.>1 <1Har.>1 Brothers to him ere long $hall be my $onne, By wedding this young girle: You are welcome both, Nay ki$$e her, ki$$e, tho that $he $hall Be your Brothers wife, to ki$$e the cheeke is free. <1Tho.>1 Ki$$e, Sfut what el$e? thou art a good plumpe wench, I like you well, prethee make ha$t and bring $tore of boyes, but bee $ure they haue good faces, that they may call me vnckle. <1Io.>1 Glad of $o faire a $i$ter, I $alute you. 670 <1Har.>1 Good, good yfaith, this ki$sings good yfaith, I lou'd to $macke it too when I was young, But Mum: they haue felt thy cheek Clare, let them hear thy tung. <1Clar.>1 Such welcome as befits my <1Scarborrows>1 brothers, From me his troth-plight wife be $ure to haue, And tho my tongue proue $cant in any part, The bounds be $ure are large, full in my hart. <1Thomas>1 <1Tho.>1 Tut, thats not that we doubt on wench, but do you heare Sir Iohn, what doe you thinke drue mee from London, and the Innes of Court, thus farre into York$hire? <1Har.>1 I ge$$e to $ee this girle, $hal be your $i$ter. 680 <1Tho.>1 Faith, and I ge$$e partly $o too, but the maine was, and I will not lie to you, that your comming nowe in this wi$e into our kindred, I might be acquainted with you aforehand, that after my brother had married your daughter, I his brother might borrowe $ome money of you. <1Har.>1 What? Do you borrow of your kindred Sir? <1Thom.>1 Sfut what el$e, they hauing interre$t in my blood, why $houlde not I haue interre$t in their coyne. Be$ides Sir, I being a younger brother, would be a$hamed of my generation if I would not borrow of any man that would lend, e$pecially of my affinitie, 690 of whom I keepe a Kalender. And looke you Sir, thus I goe ouer them. Fir$t ore my Vnckles, often ore mine Aunts, then vp to my Nephewes, $traight downe to my Neeces, to this Co$en Thomas, and that Co$en Ieffrey, leauing the courteous claw giuen to none of their elbowes, euen vnto the thirde and fourth remooue of any that hath intere$t in our blood. Al which do vpon their $ummons made by me duely and faithfully prouide for appearance, and $o as they are, I hope we $hall be, more indeerd, intierly, better, and more feelingly acquainted. <1Har.>1 you are a merrie Gentleman. 700 <1Tho.>1 Tis the hope of monie makes me $o, and I know none but fooles v$e to be $ad with it. <1Ioh.>1 From Oxford am I drawne, from $erious $tudies Expecting that my brother $till had $oiournd With you his be$t of choy$e, and this good Knight. <1Har.>1 His ab$ence $hall not make our harts le$$e merrie Then if we had his pre$ence. A daie ere long, Will bring him backe, when one the other meets, At noone ith Church, at night betweene the $heets. Weele wa$h this chat with wine. Some wine: fill vp, 710 The $harpner of the wit, is a full cup. And $o to you Sir. <1Tbo.>1 Do, and Ile drinke, to my new $i$ter, but vpon this condi- tion, that $he may haue quiet daies, little re$t a nights, ha plea$ant afternoones, bee plyant to my brother, and lend me money when $oere Ile borrow it. C 3 <1Har.>1 <1Har.>1 Nay, nay, nay, Women are weake and we mu$t beare with them, Your frolicke healths, are onely fit for men, <1Tho.>1 Well, I am contented, women mu$t to the wal, tho it be to 720 a feather-bed. Fill vp then. <1Enter Clowne.>1 <1Clo.>1 From London am I come, tho not with pipe and Drum, Yet I bring matter, in this poore paper, Will make my young mi$tris, delighting in ki$$es, Do as all Maidens will, hearing of $uch an ill, As to haue lo$t, the thing they wi$ht mo$t, A Husband, a Husband, a pretty $weet Husband, Cry oh, oh, oh, and alas, And at la$t ho, ho, ho, as I do. <1Clar.>1 Returnd $o $oone from London ? Whats the newes ? 730 <1Clow.>1 O mi$tris, if euer you haue $eene <1Demoniceacleare>1 look in- to mine eyes, mine eyes are <1Seuerne,>1 plaine <1Seuerne,>1 the Thames, nor the Ryuer of <1Tweed>1 are nothing to em: Nay all the rayne that fell at <1Noahs>1 floud, had not the di$cretion that my eyes haue: that drunke but vp the whole world, and I ha drownd all the way be- twixt this and London. <1Cla.>1 Thy newes good Robbin. <1Clow.>1 My newes mi$tres, Ile tell you $trange newes, the du$t vp- on London way, being $o great, that not a Lorde, Gentleman, Knight, or Knaue could trauell, lea$t his eies $hould bee blowne 740 out: At la$t, they all agreed to hyre me to go before them, when I looking but vpon this Letter, did with this water, this very water, lay the du$t, as well as if it had raind from the beginning of Aprill to the la$t of May. <1Clar.>1 A Letter from my Scarborrow, giue it thy mi$tris. <1Clow.>1 But Mi$tris. <1Cla.>1 Prethee be gon, I would not haue my father nor this Gentlemen, Be witnes of the comfort it doth bring. <1Clo.>1 Oh but mi$tris. <1Cla.>1 Prethee begone, 750 With this, and the glad newes, leaue me alone. <1Exit Clo.>1 <1Tho.>1 Tis your turne Knight, take your licquor, know I am boun- tifull, Ile forgiue any man any thing that hee owes mee, but his drinke, and that Ile be paid for. <1Cla->1 <1Cla.>1 Nay Gentlemen the hone$ty of myrth Con$i$ts not in Carow$ing with exce$$e, My father hath more welcomes then in wine: Pray you no more. <1Tho.>1 Sayes my $i$ter $o, Ile be ruld by thee then. Do you heare, in hope hereafter youle lend me $ome mony, now we are halfe drunk lets go to dinner. Come Knight. <1Exeunt. Manet Cla,>1 760 <1Clar.>1 I am glad your gone, Shall I now opent: no, Ile ki$$e it fir$t, Becau$e his out$ide la$t did ki$$e his hand. Within this fould, Ile calt a $acred $heet, Are writ blacke lines, when our white harts $hall meet, Before I ope this dore of my delight, Methinkes I ge$se how kindly he doth write, Of his true Loue to me, as Chuck, Sweet-hart, I prethee do not thinke the time too long, That keepes vs from the $weets of marriage rites, 770 And then he $ets my name and ki$ses it, Wi$hing my lips his $heet to write vpon, With like de$ire methinkes as mine owne thoughts, Aske him now heere for me to looke vpon, Yet at the la$t thinking his loue too $lacke, Ere it arriue at my de$ired eyes, He ha$tens vp his me$sage with like $peed, Euen as I breake this ope, wi$hing to read: Oh: whats hear? Mine eyes are not mine owne? $ure th'are not, Tho you ha bin my lamps this $ixteene years, <1Letsfall the Let.>1 780 You do belie my Scarborrow reading $o; Forgiue him, he is married, that were Ill: What lying lights are the$e. Looke I ha no $uch Letter, No wedded $illable of the lea$t wrong Done to a Troth-plight-Virgin like my $elfe. Be$hrow you for your blindnes: Forgiue him, he is married. I know my Scarborrowes con$tancie to me, Is as firme knit as faith to Charity, That I $hall ki$se him often, hug him thus, Be made a happy and a fruitfull Mother 790 Of many pro$perous children like to him, And And read I, he was maried? A$kt forgiuenes? What a blind Foole was I ? yet heeres a Letter To whom directed tro? To my beloued Clare. Why Law ? Women will read, and read not that they $aw. Twas but my feruent loue mi$led mine eyes, Ile once againe to the In$ide, <1Forgiue me, I am married:>1 <1william Scarborrow.>1 He has $et his name too't to, 800 O periury? within the harts of men Thy fea$ts are kept, their tongues proclaimeth them. <1Enter Thomas Scarborrow.>1 <1Tho.>1 Si$ter, Gods precious, the cloths laide, the meate cooles, we all $tay, and your father cals for you. <1Clar.>1 Kind Sir, excu$e me I pray you a little, Ile but peru$e this Letter and come $traight. <1Tho.>1 Pray you make ha$t, the meat $taies for vs, and our $tomacks Ready for the meat, for beleeue this, Drinke makes men hungry, or it makes them lie, 810 And he thats drunke ore night, ith mornings dry, Seene and approued. <1Exit.>1 <1Clar.>1 He was contracted mine, yet he vniu$t Hath married to another: whats my e$tate then ? A wretched maid, not fit for any man, For being vnited his with plighted faiths, Who euer $ues to me commits a $inne, Be$iedgeth me, and who $hal marry me: Is like my $elfe, liues in Adultery, (O God) That $uch hard Fortune, $hould betide my youth. 820 I am Young, Fayre, Rich, Hone$t, Virtuous, yet for all this, who ere $hall marry mee I am but his whore, liue in Adultery. I cannot $tep into the path of plea$ure For which I was created, borne vnto, Let me liue nere $o hone$t, rich or poore, If I once wed, yet I mu$t liue a whore. I mu$t be made a $trumpet gain$t my will, A name I haue abhord, a $hame full Ill I haue e$chewed, and now cannot with$tand it 830 In my $elfe. I am my fathers onely child, In In me he hath a hope, tho not his name Can be increa$t, yet by my I$$ue His land $hall be po$$e$t, his age delighted. And tho that I $hould vow a $ingle life : To keepe my $oule vn$potted, yet will he Inforce me to a marriage: So that my griefe doth of that waight con$i$t, It helpes me not to yeeld, nor to re$i$t: And was I then created for a Whore? A whore, Bad name, bad act, Bad man makes me a $corn: 840 Then liue a Strumpet? Better be vnborne. <1Enter Iohn Scarborow>1 Si$ter, Pray you will you come, Your father and the whole meeting $tayes for you. <1Clar.>1 I come, I come, I pray returne: I come. <1Iohn>1 I mu$t not goe without you. <1Clare,>1 Be thou my V$her, $ooth Ile follow you <1Exit.>1 He writes here to forgiue him, he is marryed: Fal$e Gentleman: I do forgiue thee with my hart, Yet will I $end an an$were to thy letter, And in $o $hort words thou $halt weep to read them, 850 And hears my agent ready: <1Forgiue me, I am dead.>1 Tis writ, and I will act it: Be iudge you Mayds Haue tru$ted the fal$e promi$es of men. Be iudge you wiues, the which haue been infor$t From the white $heets you lou'd, to them ye loathed: Whether this <1Axiome>1 may not be a$$ured, <1Better one $inne, then many be endured.>1 My armes imbracings, Ki$ses, Cha$tity, Were his po$$e$sions: and whil$t I liue He doth but $teale tho$e plea$ures he enioyes, 860 Is an Adulterer in his married armes, And neuer goes to his defiled bed, But God writes $in vpon the Tea$ters hed. Ile be a Wife now, helpe to $aue his $oule Tho I haue lo$t his body, giue a $lake To his iniquities, and with one $inne Done by this hand, ende many done by him. Farwell the world, then farewell the wedded ioyes D Till Till this I haue hop't for, from that Gentleman, 870 Scarborrow, forgiue me: thus thou ha$t lo$t thy wife, Yet record world, though by an act too foule, A wife thus did to clean$e her husbands $oule. <1Enter Sir Iohn Harcop.>1 <1Har.>1 Gods precious, for his mercy, wheres this wench? Mu$t all my friends and gue$ts attend on you? Where are you Minion ? <1Clar.>1 Scarborrow come clo$e mine eyes, for I am dead. <1Har.>1 That $ad voyce was not hers I hope: Who$e this, my daughter ? 880 <1Clar.>1 Your daughter, That begs of you to $ee her buried, Prayes Scarborrow to forgiue her: $he is dead. <1Dyes.>1 <1Har.>1 Patience good teares, and let my words haue way Clare, my daughter, Help my $eruants there: Lift vp thine eyes, and looke vpon thy father, They were not borne to loo$e their light $o $oone, I did beget thee for my comforter, And not to be the Author of my care. Why $peak$t thou not ? Some helpe my Seruants there: 890 What hand hath made thee pale? Or if thine owne, What cau$e had$t thou that wert thy fathers Ioy, The Trea$ure of his age, the Cradle of his $leepe, His all in all? I prethee $peake to me? Thou art not ripe for death, come backe againe, Clare, my Clare, If death mu$t needs haue one, I am the fitte$t, prethee let me go, Thou dying whil$t I liue, I am dead with woe. <1Enter Thomas, and Iohn Scarborrow.>1 <1Tho.>1 What meanes this outcry? 900 <1Io.>1 O ruthfull $pectacle. <1Har.>1 Thou wert not wont to be $o $ullen childe, But kind and louing to thy aged father: Awake, awake, Ift be thy la$ting $leepe, Would I had not $ence for griefe, nor eies to weepe. <1Io.>1 What Papers this, the $ad contents doth tell me, My Brother writ, he hath broke his faith to her, And $he replies, for him $he hath kild her $elfe. <1Har.>1 <1Har.>1 Was that the cau$e that thou ha$t $oyld thy $elfe, With the$e red $pots, the$e blemi$hers of beauty? My child, my childe, wa$t periury in him, 910 Made thee $o fayre, act now $o foule a $inne, That he deceiued thee in a Mothers hopes, Po$terity, the bli$$e of marriage ? Thou ha$t no tung to an$were no, or I, But in red Letters writes: For him I die. Cur$e on his Traiterous tung, his youth, his blood, His plea$ures, Children, and po$$e$sions, Be all his dayes like winter, comfortle$$e: Re$tles his nights, his wants Remorcele$$e, And may his Corps be the Phi$itians $tage, 920 Which plaid vpon, $tands not to honored Age, Or with di$ea$es may he lie and pine, Till greefe wax blind his eies, as greefe doth mine. <1Exit>1 <1Ioh.>1 O good old man, made wretched by this deed, The more thy age, were to be pittied. <1Enter Scarborrow, his wife katherine, Ilford, Wentlo,>1 <1Barley and Butler.>1 <1Ilf.>1 What ride by the gate, & not call, that were a $hame yfaith. <1Went.>1 Weele but ta$te of his Beere, ki$$e his Daughter, and to hor$e againe, wheres the good Knight heare? 930 <1Scar.>1 You bring me to my $hame vnwillingly. <1Ilf.>1 Shamed of what, for deceiuing of a wench, I ha not blu$ht, that ha dunt to a hundred of em. In womens loue hees wi$e, doth follow this. Loue one $o long till her another ki$$e. Wheres the good Knight heere? <1Io.>1 Brother, you are come to make your eie Sad mourner at a fatall Tragedy. Peru$e this Letter fir$t, and then this Corps. <1Scar.>1 O wronged Clare? Accur$ed Scarborrow ? 940 I writ to her, that I was married, She writes to me, forgiue her $he is dead: Ile balme thy body with my faithfull teares, And be perpetuall mourner at thy Tombe, Ile $acrifice this Commit into $ighes, D 2 Make Make a con$umption of this pile of man, And all the benefits my parents gaue, Shall turne di$tempered to appea$e the wrath For this blood $hed, and I am guilty of. 950 <1Kat.>1 Deere husband. <1Scar.>1 Fal$e woman, not my wife, tho married to me, Looke what thy friends, and thou art guilty of, The murther of a creature, equald heauen In her Creation, who$e thoughts like fire, Neuer lookt ba$e, but euer did a$pire To ble$$ed benifits, till you and yours vndid her, Eye her, view, tho dead, yet $he dus looke, Like a fre$h frame, or a new printed booke Of the be$t paper, neuer lookt into, 960 But with one $ullied finger, which did $pot her, Which was her owne too, but who was cau$e of it, Thou and thy friends, and I will loath thee fort. <1Enter Sir Iohn Harcop.>1 <1Har.>1 They do bely her that do $ay $hees dead, She is but $traid to $ome by-gallery, And I mu$t ha her againe. Clare, where art thou Clare? <1Scar.>1 Here, laid to take her euerla$ting $leepe. <1Har.>1 A lyes that $ayes $o, Yet now I know thee, I do lie that $ay it, 970 For if $he be a villen like thy $elfe, A periurd Traitor, recreant, mi$creant, Dog, a dog, a dog, has dunt. <1Scar.>1 O Sir Iohn Harcop. <1Har.>1 O Sir Iohn villen, to be troth thy $elfe To this good creature, harmele$$e, harmeles child, This kernell hope, and comfort of my hou$e, Without Inforcement, of thine own accord, Draw all her $oule ith compa$$e of an oth, Take that oth from her, make her for none but thee, 980 And then betray her? <1Scar.>1 Shame on them were the cau$e of it. <1Har.>1 But harke what thou ha$t got by it, Thy wife is but a $trumpet, thy children Ba$tards, Thy Thy $elfe a murderer, thy wife, acce$sary, Thy bed a $tewes, thy hou$e a Brothell. <1Scar.>1 O, tis too true. <1Har.>1 I, made a wretched father childles. <1Scar.>1 I, made a married man, yet wiueles. <1Har.>1 Thou the cau$e of it. <1Scar.>1 Thou the cau$e of it. 990 <1Har.>1 Cur$e on the day that ere it was begun, For I an old man am, vndone, vndone. <1Exit>1 <1Scar.>1 For Charity haue care vpon your father, Lea$t that his greefe, bring on a more mi$hap, This to my armes, my $orrow $hall bequeath, Tho I haue lo$t her, to thy graue Ile bring, Thou wert my wife, and Ile thy <1Requiem>1 $ing: Go you to the Country, Ile to London backe, All ryot now, $ince that my $oules $o blacke. <1Exit with Clare.>1 <1Ka.>1 Thus am I left like Sea-to$t-Marriners, 1000 My Fortunes being no more then my di$tre$$e, Vpon what $hore $oeuer I am driuen, Be it good or bad, I mu$t account it heauen, Tho married, I am reputed not a wife, Neglected of my Husband, $corned, de$pi$'d, And tho my loue and true obedience Lies pro$trate to his becke, his heedles eye, Receiues my $eruices vnworthily. I know no cau$e nor will be cau$e of none, But hope for better dayes when bad be gone, 1010 You are my guide, whether mu$t I, Butler? <1But.>1 Toward Wakefield, where my ma$ters liuing lyes. <1Ka.>1 Toward Wakefield where thy mai$ter weele attend, When things are at the wor$t, tis hopt theyle mend. <1Enter Thomas, and Iohn Scarborrow.>1 <1Tho.>1 How now $i$ter, no further forward on your iourney yet? <1Ka.>1 When greefes before one, who'd go on to griefe, Ide rather turne me backe to find $ome comfort. <1Iohn>1 And that way $orrowes hurtfuller then this, My Brother hauing brought vnto a graue, 1020 That murthered body whom he cald his wife, And And $pent $o many teares vpon her Hear$e, As would haue made a Tyrant to relent, Then kneeling at her Coffin, thus he vowd, From thence he neuer would embrace your bed. <1Tho.>1 The more Foole he. <1Iohn>1 Neuer from hence acknowledge you his wife, When others $triue to enrich their fathers name, It $hould be his only ayme, to begger his, 1030 To $pend their meanes, and in his onely pride, Which with a $igh confirmd, hees rid to London, Vowing a cour$e, that by his life $o foule Men nere $hould ioyn the hands, without the $oule. <1Kath.>1 All is but griefe, and I am armd for it. <1Iohn>1 Weel bring you on your way in hope thats $trong Time may at length make $trait. what yet is wrong. <1Exit.>1 <1sc. v Enter <1Ilford, Wentloe, Bartley.>1 <1Went.>1 Hees our owne, hees our own, Come, lets make v$e of his wealth, as the $unn of Ice: Melt it, melt it. 1040 <1Ilf.>1 But art $ure he will hold his meeting. <1Wen.>1 As $ure as I am now, & was dead drunke la$t night. <1Ilf.>1 Why then $o $ure will I be arre$ted by a couple of Ser- geants, and fall into one of the vnlucky Crankes about Cheap- $ide, cald Counters. <1Bar.>1 Withall, I haue prouided M. <1Grype>1 the V$urer, whoe vpon the in$tant will be ready to $tep in, charge the Seargeaunts to keepe thee fa$t, and that now hee will haue his fiue hundered pounds, or thou $halt rot for it. <1Went:>1 When it followes, young <1Scarborow>1 $hall be bounde 1050 for the one: then take vp as much more, we $hare the one half, & help him to be drunke with the other. <1Ilf.>1 Ha, ha, ha. <1Enter Scarborow.>1 <1Bar.>1 Why, do$t laugh Franke ? <1Ilf.>1 To $ee that wee and V$urers liue by the fal of yong heirs as $wine by the dropping of Acorns. But hees come. Where be the$e Rogues ? $hall we ha no tendance here ? <1Scarb.>1 Good day Gentlemen. <1Ilf.>1 A thou$and good dayes, my noble Bully, and as manye good fortunes as there wer Gra$hoppers in Egypt, and thats co- uered uered ouer with good lucke: but Nouns, Pronounes, and Par- 1060 ticiples. Where be the$e Rogues here: what, $hall we haue no Wine here ? <1Enter Drawer.>1 <1Drawer>1 Anon, anon, $ir. <1Ilf.>1 Anon, goodman Ra$call, mu$t wee $tay your ley$ure? gee't vs by and by, with a poxe to you. <1Scar.>1 O, do not hurt the fellow? <1Exit Drawer>1 <1Ilf.>1 Hurt him, hang him, Scrape-trencher, $tar-waren, Wine $piller, mettle-clancer, Rogue by generation. Why, do$t heare <1Will?>1 If thou do$t not v$e the$e Grape-$pillers as you doetheyr pottle-pots, quoit em down $tayres three or foure times at a $up- 1070 per, theyle grow as $awcy with you as Sergeants, and make bils more vncon$cionable then Taylors. <1Enter Drawer>1 <1Draw.>1 Heres the pure and neat grape Gent. I hate for you. <1Ilford.>1 Fill vp: what ha you brought here, goodman roge <1Drawer>1 The pure element of Claret $ir. <1Ilf.>1 Ha you $o, and did not I call for Rheni$h <1Throws the>1 you Mungrell? <1wine in the Drawers face.>1 <1Scar.>1 Thou need$t no wine, I prethee be more mild ? <1Ilf.>1 Be mild in a Tauerne, tis trea$on to the red Lettyce, ene- my to their $igne po$t, and $laue to humor: 1080 Prethee, lets be mad, Then fill our heads with wine, till euery pate be drunke, Then pi$$e i'the $treet, Iu$$ell all you meet, and with a Punke, As thou wilt do now and then: Thanke me thy good May$ter, that brought thee to it. (yet <1Went.>1 Nay, he profits well, but the wor$t is he will not $wear <1Scar.>1 Do not belie me: If there be any good in me thats the be$t: Oathes are nece$$ary for nothing, They pa$$e out of a ma~s mouth, like $moake through a chimney, that files all the waye it goes. <1Went.>1 Why then I think <1Tobacco>1 be a kind of $wearing, 1090 for it furs our no$e pockily. <1Scar.>1 But come, lets drinke our $elues into a $tomach afor $up- per. <1Ilf.>1 Agreed. Ile begin with a new health. Fill vp. <1To them that make Land fly,>1 <1By wine, whores, and a Die.>1 <1To them, that only thriues,>1 <1By kissing others Wiues.>1 <1To>1 <1To them that pay for cloathes,>1 <1With nothing but with Oathes:>1 1100 <1Care not from whom they get,>1 <1So they may be in debt:>1 <1This health my harts drinkes.>1 <1But who their Taylors pay,>1 <1Borrow, and keepe their day,>1 <1Weel hold him like this Glasse,>1 <1A brainle$$e empty A$$e,>1 <1And not a mate for vs.>1 Drinke round my harts. <1Wen.>1 An excellent health. 1110 <1Enter Drawer.>1 May$ter <1Ilford,>1 theres a couple of $trangers be- neath de$ires to $peake with you. <1Ilf.>1 What beards ha they? Gentleman-like-beards, or bro- ker-like-beards ? <1Drawer>1 I am not $o well acquainted with the Art of Face- mending $ir: but they would $peake with you. <1Ilf.>1 Ile goe downe to em. <1Went.>1 Doe: and weele $tay here and drinke Toba cco. <1Scarb.>1 Thus like a Feuer that doth $hake a man From $trength to weakne$$e, I con$ume my $elfe: 1120 I know this company, theyr cu$tome vilde, Hated, abhord of good-men, yet like a childe By rea$ons rule in$tructed how to know Euill from good, I to the wor$er go. Why doe you $uffer this, you vpper powers, That I $hould $urfet in the $inne I ta$t, haue $ence to feele my mi$chiefe, yet make wa$t Of heauen and earth: My $elfe will an$wer, what my $elfe doth aske ? Who once doth cheri$h $inne, begets his $hame, 1130 For vice being fo$terd once, coms Impudence, Which makes men count $inne, Cu$tom, not offence, When all like mee, their reputation blot, Pur$uing euill, while the good's forgot. <1Enter Ilford led in by a couple of Sergeants, and Gripe the V$urer.>1 <1Ser.>1 Nay, neuer $triue, we can hold you. <1Ilf.>1 <1Ilf.>1 I, me, and any man el$e, and a fall into your Clutches: Let go your tugging, as I am a Gentleman, Ile be your true pri$oner. <1Wen.>1 How now: whats the matter Franke? <1Ilf.>1 I am fallen into the hands of Sergiants, I am are$ted. <1Bart.>1 How, arre$t a Gentleman in our company? 1140 <1Ilf.>1 Put vp, put vp, for $ins $ake put vp, lets not all $uppe in the Counter to night, let me $peak with mai$ter <1Gripe>1 the Creditor. <1Grip.>1 Well: what $ay you to me Sir ? <1Ilf.>1 You haue arre$ted me heere mai$ter Gripe. <1Gri.>1 Not I Sir, the Sergiants haue. <1Ilf.>1 But at your $ute ma$ter Gripe: yet hear me, as I am a Gent. <1Gri.>1 I rather you could $ay as you were an hone$t man, and then I might beleeue you. <1Ilf.>1 Yet heare me. <1Gri.>1 Heare me no hearings, I lent you my mony for good will. 1150 <1Ilf.>1 And I $pent it for meere nece$sity, I confe$$e I owe you $iue hundred pound, and I confe$$e I owe not a peny to any man, but he wold be glad to hate: my bond you haue already ma$ter Gripe If you will, now take my word. <1Grip.>1 Word me no wordes: Officers looke to your pri$oner: If you cannot either make me pre$ent paiment, or put me in $ecurity $uch as I $hall like too. <1Ilf.>1 Such as you $hall like too: what $ay you to this young Gent. He is the widgen that wee mu$t feed vpon. <1Grip.>1 Who young mai$ter Scarborrow, he is an hone$t Gentle- 1160 man for ought I know, I nere lo$t peny by him. <1Ilf.>1 I would be a$hamd any man $hould $ay $o by me, that I haue had dealings withall: But my inforced friends, wilt plea$e you but to retire into $ome $mal di$tance, whil$t I di$cend with a few words to the$e Gentlemen, and Ile commit my $elfe into your hands im- mediately. <1Ser.>1 Well $ir weele wait vpon you. <1Ilf.>1 Gentlemen I am to proferre $ome conference, and in e$pe- cially to you mai$ter Scarborrow, our meeting here for your mirth hath proued to me thus aduer$e, that in your companies I am Ar- 1170 re$ted: How ill it will $tand with the flouri$h of your reputations when men of ranke and note communicate, that I Franke Ilforde, Gentlem. who$e Fortunes may tran$cend, to make ample Gratui- E ties ties future, and heape $atisfaction for any pre$ent extention of his friends kindnes, was Inforced from the Miter in Bred$treet, to the Counter i'th Poultrey: for mine owne part, if you $hall thinke it meet, and that it $hall acord with the $tate of gentry, to $ubmit my $elfe from the featherbed in the Mai$ters $ide, or the Flock-bed in the Knights warde, to the $traw-bed in the hole, I $hall buckle to 1180 my heeles in$ted of guilt $purs, the armour of patience, and doote. <1Went.>1 Come, come, what a pox need all this, this is <1Mellis Flo->1 <1ra,>1 the $weete$t of the hony, he that was not made to fat Cattel, but to feed Gentlemen. <1Bart.>1 You weare good cloaths. <1Wen.>1 Are well de$cended. <1Bart.>1 Keepe the be$t company. <1Went.>1 Should regard your credit. <1Bar.>1 Stand not vpon't, be bound, be bound. <1Wen.>1 Ye are richly married. 1190 <1Bar.>1 Loue not your wife, <1Wen.>1 Haue $tore of friends. <1Bar.>1 Who $hall be your heyre. <1Wen.>1 The $onne of $ome $laue. <1Bar.>1 Some groome. <1Wen.>1 Some Hor$e-keeper. <1Bart.>1 Stand not vpont, be bound, be bound. <1Scar.>1 Well at your Importance, for once Ile $tretch my pur$e Who$e borne to $inke, as good this way as wor$e. <1went.>1 Now $peakes my Bully like a Gentleman of worth. 1200 <1Bart.>1 Of merit. <1went.>1 Fit to be regarded. <1Bar.>1 That $hall command our $oules. <1went.>1 Our $words. <1Bart.>1 Our $elues. <1Ilf.>1 To feed vpon you as <1Pharoes>1 leane kine did vpon the Fat. <1Scar.>1 Mai$ter Gripe is my bond currant for this Gentleman. <1Ilf.>1 Good $ecurity you AEgyptian Gra$hopper, good $ecurity? <1Gri.>1 And for as much more kinde Mai$ter Scarborrow. Prouided that men mortal as we are, 1210 May haue. <1Scar.>1 May haue $ecurity. <1Gripe>1 <1Gri.>1 Your bond with land conuaid, which may a$$ure me of mine owne againe. <1Scar.>1 You $hal be $atisfied, and Ile become your debter, for full fiue hundred more then he doth owe you. This night we $up heere, beare vs company, And bring your Coun$ell, Scriuener, and the mony with you, Where I wil make as ful a$$urance as in the Law you'd wi$h. <1Gri.>1 I take your word Sir, And $o di$charge you of your pri$oner. <1Ilf.>1 Why then lets come and take vp a new roome, the infected 1220 hath $pit in this. He that hath $tore of Coyne, wants not a frend, Thou $halt receiue $weet rogue, and we will $pend. <1Exeunt.>1 <1Enter Thomas and Iohn Scarborrow, Sc. v>1 <1Ioh.>1 Brother, you $ee the extreamity of want Inforceth vs to que$tion for our owne, The rather that we $ee, not like a Brother Our Brother keepes from vs to $pend on other. <1Tho.>1 True, he has in his hands our portions, the patrimony which our Father gaue vs, with which he lies fatting him$elfe with Sacke 1230 and $uger in the hou$e, and we are faine to walke with lean pur$es abroad. Credit mu$t be maintained which wil not be without mo- ny, Good cloaths mu$t be had, which will not be without money, company mu$t be kept which wil not be without money, al which we mu$t haue, and from him we will haue money. <1Io.>1 Be$ides, we haue brought our $i$ter to this Towne, That $he her $elfe hauing her owne from him, Might bring her $elfe in Court to be preferd, Vnder $ome Noble per$onage, or els that he Who$e friends are great in Court, by his late match, 1240 As he is in nature bound, prouide for her. <1Tho.>1 And he $hall do it brother, tho we haue waited at his lod- ging, longer then a Taylours bil on a young Knight for an old re- koning, without $peaking with him, Heere we know he is, and we wil call him to parle. <1Io.>1 Yet let vs doot in mild and gentle tearmes, Faire words perhaps may $ooner draw our owne, Then ruffer cour$es by which his mi$chiefe grown. <1En. Draw>1 <1Dr.>1 Anon, anon, looke downe into the Dolphine there. <1Tho.>1 Here comes a drawer we wil que$tion him. E 2 Do 1250 <1Tho.>1 Doe you heare my friend, is not mai$ter Scarborrow here ? <1Draw.>1 Here $ir, what a ie$t is that, where $hould hee bee el$e, I would haue you well know my mai$ter hopes to grow rich before he leaues him. <1Io.>1 How long hath he continued heere $ince he came hether. <1Draw.>1 Faith Sir not $o long as Noahs floude, yet long enough to haue drowned vp the liuings of three Knights, as Knights goes now adaies, $ome moneth or there abouts. <1Iohn.>1 Time ill con$umed to ruinate our hou$e, 1260 But what are they that keepe him company? <1Draw. Pitch, Pitch,>1 but I mu$t not $ay $o, but for your further $a- tisfaction, did you euer $ee a young whelpe and a Lyon plaie to- gether. <1Iohn.>1 Yes. <1Draw.>1 Such is mai$ter <1Scarborrows>1 company. <1Within Oliuer.>1 <1Draw.>1 Anon, anon, looke downe to the Pomgranate there. <1Tho.>1 I prethee $ay heeres them would $peake with him. <1Draw.>1 Ile do your me$sage: Anon, anon there. <1Exit>1 1270 <1Iohn>1 This foole $peakes wi$er then he is aware, young heires left in this towne where $ins $o ranke, And prodigals gape to grow fat by them, Are like young whelps throwne in the Lyons den, Who play with them awhile, at length deuoure them. <1Enter Scarborrow.>1 <1Scar.>1 Who$e there would $peake with me ? <1Iohn.>1 Your Brothers, who are glad to $ee you well. <1Scar,>1 Well. <1Iohn.>1 Tis not your ryot, that we heare you v$e, 1280 (With $uch as wa$t their goods, as Time the world With a continuall $pending, nor that you keepe The companie of a mo$t Leprous route, Con$umes your bodies wealth, infects your name With $uch Plague-$ores, that had you rea$ons eie, Twould make you $icke, to $ee you vi$it them) Hath drawne vs, but our wants to craue the dew Our father gaue, and yet remaines with you. <1Tho.>1 Our Byrth-right good brother, this Towne craues main- tai- teinance, $ilke $tockings mu$t be had, and we would be loath our heritage $hould be arraigned at the Vintners bar, and $o condem- 1290 ned to the Vintners box, though while you did keepe hou$e, wee had $ome Belly-timber at your Table, or $o, yet wee would haue you think, we are your Brothers, yet no E$aus to $ell our patrimo- ny for Porridge. <1Scar.>1 So, $o, what hath your comming el$e ? <1Io.>1 With vs our $i$ter ioynes in our reque$t, Whom we haue brought along with vs to London, To haue her portion, wherewith to prouide, An honord $eruice, or an hone$t bride. <1Scar.>1 So, then you two my Brothers, and $he my $i$ter, come not 1300 as in duty you are bound, to an elder brother, out of York$hire to $ee vs, but like leaches to $ucke from vs. <1Io.>1 We come compeld by want to craue our owne. <1Scar.>1 Sir, for your owne, then thus be $atisfied, Both hers and yours were left in tru$t with me, And I will keepe it for ye: Mu$t you appoint vs, Or what we plea$e to like mixt with reproofe, You haue bin to $awcy both, and you $hall know, Ile curbe you for it, aske why; Ile haue it $o? <1Io.>1 We do but craue our owne. 1310 <1Scar.>1 Your owne $ir: whats your owne ? <1Tho.>1 Our portions giuen vs by our fathers will. <1Io.>1 Which here you $pend. <1Tho.>1 Con$ume ? <1Io.>1 Wayes wor$e then ill. <1Scar.>1 Ha, ha, ha. <1Enter Ilford.>1 <1Ilf.>1 Nay, nay, nay, <1Wil:>1 prethy come away, we haue a full gal- lon of Sacke $taies in the fire for thee, thou mu$t pledge it to the health of a friend of thine. 1320 <1Scar.>1 What do$t thinke the$e are Franke ? <1Ilf.>1 They are Fidlers I thinke, if they be, I preethe $ende them into the next roome, and let them $crape there, and weell $end to them pre$ently. <1Scar.>1 They are my brothers Franke, come out of Yorke$hire, To the Tauerne here, to aske their portions: E 3 They they call my plea$ures, ryots, my company Leproes, & like a $chool boy, they would tutor me ? <1Ilf.>1 O, thou $hould$t haue done wel to haue bound them pren- 1330 ti$es when they were young, they woulde haue made a couple of $awcy Taylers. <1Tho.>1 Taylers ? <1Ilf.>1 I Birdlime: Taylers: Taylours are good men, and in the Terme time they weare good Cloathes. Come, you mu$t learne more manners, $tand at your Brothers backe, as to $hift a Trean- cher neately, and take a Cuppe of Sacke, and a Capons legge con- tentedly. <1Tho.>1 You are a $laue That feeds vpon my brother like a flie, Poy$oning where thou do$t $ucke. 1340 <1Scar.>1 You lie. <1Io.>1 O, to my griefe I $peake it, you $hall find, Theres no more difference in a Tauern-haunter Then is betweene a Spittle and a Begger. <1Tho.>1 Thou work$t on him like Tempe$ts on a $hip. <1Io.>1 And he the worthy Trafficke that doth $inke. <1Tho.>1 Thou mak$t his name more loath$ome then a graue. <1Io.>1 Liue$t like a Dog, by vomit, <1Tho.>1 Die a $lave ? <1Heere they draw. Wentlo, and Bartley come in, and the two Vintners>1 1350 <1boyes, with Clubbes. All $et vpon the two Brothers. Butler,>1 <1Scarborrows man comes in, $tands by, $ees them fight>1 <1takes part with neyther.>1 <1But.>1 Do, fight: I loue you all well, becau$e you were my olde ma$ters $onnes, but Ile neither part you, nor be partaker with you. I come to bring my ma$t. newes, he hath two $ons borne at a birth in York$hire, and I find him together by the ears with his brothers in a Tauerne in London. Brother and brother at ods, tis naught: $ure, it was not thus in the days of charity. Whats this world lyke to ? Faith iu$t like an Inne-keepers Chamber-pot, receiues all waters, 1360 good and bad, It had need of much $couring. My old ma$t. kept a good hou$e, and twenty or thirty tall $worde and Buckler men a- bout him, and yfayth his $onne differs not much, he wil haue met- tle to, tho he hath not $tore of Cutlers blades, he will haue plentie of Vintners pots. His father kept a good hou$e for hone$t men, his his Tenants, that brought him in part, and his $on keeps a badde hou$e with Knaues that helpe to con$ume al. Tis but the change of time: why $houlde any man repyne at it: Crekits, good li- uing, and lucky wormes, were wont to feede, $ing, and reioyce in the fathers chimney, and nowe Carrion Crowes builds in the $ons Kitchen, I could be $orry for it, but I am too old to weepe. Well 1370 then, I will go tel him newes of his of-$prings. <1Exit>1 <1Enter the two brothers, Thomas and Iohn Scarborrow hurt, and $i$ter.>1 <1Si$t.>1 Alas good Brothers, how came this mi$chance ? <1Tho.>1 Our portions, our brother hath giuen vs our portions $i$ter, hath he not ? <1Si$t.>1 He would not be $o mon$trous I am $ure. <1Io.>1 Excu$e him not, he is more degenerate, Then greedy Vipers that deuoure their mother, They eat on her but to pre$erue them$elues, And he con$umes him$elfe, and Beggers vs. 1380 A Tauerne is his Inne, where among$t Slaues, He kils his $ub$tance, making pots the graues To bury that which our forefathers gaue. I askt him for our portions, told him that you Were brought to London, and we were in want, Humbly we crau'd our owne, when his Reply Was, he knew none we had, beg, $tarue, or die. <1Si$t.>1 Alas what cour$e is left for vs to liue by then? <1Tho.>1 In troth $i$ter, we two to beg in the fields, And you to betake your $elfe to the old trade, 1390 Filling of $mal Cans in the $uburbes. <1Si$t>1. Shall I be left then like a common road, That euery bea$t that can but pay his tole May trauel ouer, and like to Cammomil, Flouri$h the better being trodden on. <1Enter Butler bleeding.>1 <1But,>1 Well I will not cur$e him: he feedes now vppon Sacke & Anchoues with a pox to him: but if he be not faine before he dies to eate Acornes, let me liue with nothing but pollerd, and my mouth be made a Cooking$toole for euery $colde to $et her tayle on. 1400 <1Tho.>1 How now Butler, whats the meaning of this? <1But.>1 Your brother meanes to lame as many as he can, that when he is is a begger him$elfe, many liue with him in the Ho$pital. His wife $ent me out of York$hire, to tell him, that God had ble$t him with two $onnes, he bids a plague of them, a vengeance of her, cro$$es mee ore the pate, and $endes mee to the Surgeons to $eeke $alue: I lookt at lea$t he $hould haue giuen me a brace of Angels for my paines. <1Tho.>1 Thou ha$t not lo$t all thy longing, I am $ure he hath giuen 1410 thee a crackt crowne. <1But.>1 A plague on his fingers, I cannot tel, he is your Brother & my mai$ter, I would be loath to Prophe$ie of him, but who $oere doth cur$$e his Children being Infants, ban his wife lying in child- bed, and beats his man brings him newes of it, they may bee borne rich, but they $hall liue Slaues, be Knaues, and die Beggers. <1Si$t.>1 Did he do $o. <1But.>1 Ge$$e you, he bid a plague of them, a vengeance on her, & $ent me to the Surgeons. <1Si$t.>1 Why then I $ee there is no hope of him. Some husbandes 1420 are re$pectles of their wiues, During the time that they are y$$ule$$e, But none with Infants ble$t, can nouri$h hate, But loue the mother for the childrens $ake. <1Io.>1 But hee that is giuen ouer vnto $in, Lepro$ed therewith without, and $o within, O Butler, we were y$$ue to one father? <1But.>1 And he was an hone$t Gentleman. <1Io.>1 Who$e hopes were better then the $unne he left, Should $et $o $oon, vnto his hou$es $hame. 1430 He liues in Tauernes, $pending of his wealth, And heere his Brothers and di$tre$$ed Si$ter, Not hauing any meanes to helpe vs with. <1Tho.>1 Not a Scots Baubee (by this hand) to ble$se vs with. <1Io.>1 And not content to ryot out his owne, But he detaines our portions: $uffers vs In this $trange Ayre, open to euery wracke, Whil$t he in ryot $wims to be in lacke. <1But.>1 The mores the pitty. <1Si$t>1. I know not what cour$e to take me to, 1440 Hone$ty fain would liue: What $hall I do? <1Butler>1 <1But.>1 Sooth Ile tell you, your brother hath hurt vs, We three will hurt you, and then go all to a $pittle together. <1Si$t.>1 Ie$t not at her, who$e burden is too greeuous, But rather lend a meanes how to releeue vs. <1But.>1 Well I doe pitty you, and the rather becau$e you $aie, you woulde faine liue hone$t and want meanes for it, for I can tell you tis as $trange heere to $ee a maid faire, poore, and hone$t, as to $ee a Collier with a cleane face. Maids heere do liue (e$pecially with- out maintenance) Like Mice going to a trap, 1450 They nibble long, at la$t they get a clap. Your father was my good Benifactor, and gaue me a hou$e whil$t I liue to put my head in: for I would be loth then to $ee his onely daughter, for want of meanes, turne punk, I haue a drift to keepe you hone$t. Haue you a care to keepe your $elfe $o, yet you $hall not know of it, for womens tounges are like $iues, they will holde nothing, they haue power to vent. You two wil further me. <1Iohn.>1 In any thing good hone$t Butler. <1Tho.>1 Ift be to take a pur$e Ile be one. <1But.>1 Perhaps thou $peake$t righter then thou art aware of: wel, 1460 as chance is, I haue receiued my wages: there is forty $hillings for you, Ile $et you in a lodging, and till you heare from vs, let that prouide for you, weele first to the $urgeons. To keepe you hone$t, and to keepe you braue, For once an hone$t man, will turne a Knaue. <1Exeunt.>1 <1Enter Scarborrow hauing a Boy carrying a Torch with him, Ilford sc. v.>1 <1Wentlo, and Batley.>1 <1Scar.>1 Boy, bear the Torch faire: Now am I armd to fight with a Wind-mill, and to take the wall of an Emperor: Much drinke, no money: A heauy head, and a light paire of heeles. 1470 <1Went.>1 O, $tand man ? <1Scar.>1 I weare an excellent creature to make a Punk of, I $hould downe with the lea$t touch of a knaues finger, thou ha$t made a good night of this: What ha$t won Franke ? <1Ilf.>1 A matter of nothing, $ome hundred pounds. <1Scar.>1 This is the hel of al gam$ters, I thinke when they are at play, the boord eates vp the money: For if there be fiue hundred pound lo$t, theres neuer but a hundred pounds wonne. Boy, take F the the wall of any man, and yet by light, $uch deedes of darknes may 1480 not be. <1Put out the Torch.>1 <1Went.>1 What do$t meane by that <1Will?>1 <1Scar.>1 To $aue charge, and walke like a Fury with a fire-brande in my hand, euery one goes by the light, & weel go by the $moke. <1Enter Lord Faulconbridge.>1 <1Scar.>1 Boy, keepe the Wall: I will not budge for any man, by the$e Thumbs, and the paring of the Nayles $hal $tick in thy teeth not for a world. <1Lord.>1 Who$e this, young Scarborrow ? <1Scar.>1 The man that the Mare rid on. 1490 <1Lord.>1 Is this the reuerence that you owe to me? <1 Scar.>1 You $hould haue brought me vp better. <1Lord.>1 That vice $hould thus transforme man to a bea$t. <1Scar.>1 Go to, your names Lorde, Ile talke with you when your out a debt and ha better cloaths. <1Lord.>1 I pitty thee euen with my very $oule. <1Scar.>1 Pitty ith thy throat, I can drinke Mu$cadine and Egges, and Muld $ack, do you heare: you put a peece of turnd $tuffe vp- on me, but I wil- <1Lord.>1 What will you do Sir ? <1Scar.>1 Pi$$e in thy way, and thats no $lander. 1500 <1Lord.>1 Your $ober blood wil teach you otherwi$e. <1Enter Sir William Scarborrow.>1 <1S.Will.>1 My honoured Lord, your happily wel met, <1Lord.>1 Ill met to $ee your Nephew in this ca$e, More like a brute Bea$t, then a Gentleman. <1S.wil.>1 Fie Nephew, $hame you not thus to transform your $elf? <1Scar.>1 Can your no$e $mell a Torch. <1Ilf.>1 Be not $o wilde, it is thine Vnckle Scarborrow. <1Scar.>1 Why then tis the more likely tis my Fathers brother. <1 $ir wil.>1 Shame to our name, to make thy $elfe a Bea$t, 1510 Thy body worthy borne, and thy youths bre$t Tyld in due time for better di$cipline. <1Lo.>1 Thy $elfe new married to a Noble hou$e, Rich in po$$e$sions, and Po$terity, Which $hould cal home thy vn$taid affections. <1S.will.>1 Where thou mak$t havock. <1Lo.>1 Ryot, $poyle, and wa$t. <1will.>1 <1Syr willi.>1 Of what thy father left. <1Lor.>1 And liue$t di$grac$t. <1Scar.>1 Ile $end you $horter to heauen, then you came to the earth, do you Catechize? Do you Catechize? 1520 <1He drawes and $trikes at them.>1 <1Ilf.>1 Hold, hold, do you draw vpon your vnckle? <1Scar.>1 Pox of that Lord, Weele meet at Miter, where weele $up downe $orrow, We are drunke to night, and $o weele be to morrow. <1Exeunt>1 <1Lo.>1 Why now I $ee: what I hard of, I beleeu'd not, Your kin$man liues. <1S.wil.>1 Like to a $wine. <1Lo.>1 A perfect <1Epythite>1 hee feeds on draffe, And wallowes in the mire, to make men laugh, 1530 I pitty him. <1Sir wil.>1 No pitties fit for him. <1Lo.>1 Yet weele adui$e him. <1Syr wil.>1 He is my kin$man. <1Lo.>1 Being in the pit where many do fall in, We wil both comfort him, and coun$el him. <1Exeunt>1 <1Anoy$e within, crying, Follow,follow,follow : Then enter Butler, Tho- Sc. v VIII>1 <1mas and Iohn Scarborrow with money bagges.>1 <1Tho.>1 What $hal we do now Butler ? <1But.>1 A man had better lyne a good hand$ome payre of gallows 1540 before his time, then be born to do the$e $ucklings good, their mo- thers milke not wrung out of their no$e yet, they knowe no more how to behaue them$elues in this hone$t and needeful calling of Pur$e-taking, then I do to peece $tockings. <1within.>1 This way, This way, this way. <1Both.>1 Sfut what $hal we do now ? <1But.>1 See if they do not quake like a trembling-A$p-leafe, and look more mi$erable then one of the wicked Elders picturd in the painted cloth, $hould they but come to the credit to be arraind for their valor, before a wor$hipfull bench, their very lookes woulde 1550 hang em, and they were indighted but for $tealing of Egs. <1within.>1 Follow, follow, this way follow. <1Tho>1 : Butler. <1Iohn.>1 Hone$t Butler. <1Butler.>1 Squat hart $quat, creepe mee into the$e Bu$hes, F2 and lye me as clo$e to the ground as you would do to a wench. <1Tho.>1 How good Butler, $how vs how. <1But.>1 By the Moone patrone$$e of all pur$e-takers, who woulde be troubled with $uch Changelings, $quat hart $quat. <1Tho.>1 Thus Butler. 1560 <1But.>1 I $o $uckling, $o, $turre not nowe, If the peering Rogues chance to goe ouer you, yet $turre not younger Brothers call you em and haue no more foreca$t, I am a$hamd of you, the$e are $uch who$e fathers had neede leaue them money, euen to make them ready withall, for by this hiltes, they haue not wit to butten theyr $leeues without teaching, clo$e, $quat clo$e. Now if the lot of han- ging do fall to my $hare, $o, then the Fathers old man drops for his young mai$ters. If it chance it chances, and when it chaunces, hea- uen and the Sheriffe $end me a good rope, I wold not go vp the la- ther twice for any thing, in the meane time preuentions, hone$t 1570 preuentions do well, off with my skin, $o you on the ground, and I to this tree to e$cape the Gallows. <1With.>1 Follow, follow, follow. <1But.>1 Do follow, if I do not deceiue you, Ile bid a poxe of this wit, and hang with a good grace. <1Enter Sir Iohn Harcop with two or three other with him.>1 <1Har.>1 Vp to this wood they tooke, $earch neare my friendes, I am this morne robd of three hundred pound. <1But.>1 I am $orry there was not foure to hae made euen money now by the Deuils hornes, tis Sir Iohn Harcop. 1580 <1Har.>1 Leaue not a bu$h vnbeate, nor tree vn$earcht, as $ure as I was robd the theeues went this way. <1But.>1 Theirs Nobody I perceiue but may lie at $ometime for one of them climbd this wayes. 1. Stand, I heare a voice, and heres an Owle in an Iuy bu$h. <1But.>1 You lie, tis an old Seruingman in a Nut-tree. 2 Sirrah, $ir, what make you in that tree. <1But.>1 Gathring of Nuts, that $uch fools as you are may cracke the $hels, and I eat the kernels. <1Har.>1 What fellowes that ? 1590 <1But.>1 Sir Iohn Harcop, my Noble Knight, I am gladde of your good health, you beare your Age faier, you keep a good hou$e, I ha fed at your boord, and bin drunke in your buttery. <1Har.>1 <1Har.>1 But $irha: what made you in that tree ? My man and I at foot of yonder hill Were by three knaues robd of three hundred pound. <1But.>1 A $hrewd lo$$e berlady $ir, but your good wor$hip may now $ee the fruit of being mi$erable: You will ride but with one man to $aue hor$-meat and mans meat at your Inne at night, & lo$e three hundred pound in a morning. <1Har.>1 Sirha, I $ay I ha lo$t three hundred pound. 1600 <1But.>1 And I $ay $ir, I wi$h all mi$erable knights might bee $er- ued $o: For had you kept halfe a dozen tall fellowes, as a man of your coat $hould do, they woulde haue helpt now to keep your money. <1Har.>1 But tell me $ir, why lurkt you in that tree ? <1But.>1 Mary, I will tell you $ir, Comming to the top of the hill where you (Right wor$hipfull) wer robd at the bottome, & $ee- ing $ome a $cuffling together, my mind $trait gaue me ther were knaues abroad. Now $ir, I knowing my $elfe to be olde, tough, and vnwieldy, not being able to doe as I would, as muche as to 1610 $ay, Re$cue you (right Wor$hipfull,) I like an hone$t man, one of the Kings liege people, and a good $ubiect <1Ser.>1 A $ayes well Sir. Got me vp to the top of that tree: The tree (if it could $peake) would beare me witne$$e, that there I might $ee which way the knaues tooke, then to tell you of it, and you right wor$hipfullie to $end hue to cry after em. <1Har.>1 Was it $o. <1But.>1 Nay twas $o $ir. <1Har.>1 Nay then I tell thee they tooke into this wood. 1620 <1But.>1 And I tell thee ($etting thy wor$h. knighthood a$ide) he lyes in his throat that $aies $o: Had not one of them a white Frocke? Did they not bind your wor$hips knighthoode by the thumbs? then fagoted you and the fool your man, back to back. <1Man.>1 He $ayes true. <1But.>1 Why then $o truly, came not they into this wood, but tooke ouer the Lawnes, & left Winno $teeple on the left hand. <1Har.>1 It may be $o, by this they are out of reach, Well, farewell it. <1But,>1 Ride with more men, good knight. 1630 F 3 <1Har.>1 <1Har.>1 It $hall teach me wit. <1Exit Har. with followers.>1 <1But.>1 So, If this bee not playd a weapon beyonde a Schollers Prize, let me be hi$t at. Now to the next. Come out you Hedg- hogs? <1Tho.>1 O Butler, thou de$eru$t to be chronicled for this. <1But.>1 Do not bely me, If I had my right I de$erue to be han- ged fort. But come, Downe with your du$t, our mornings pur- cha$e. <1Tho.>1 Heer tis, Thou ha$t playd well, Thou de- $eru$t two $hares in it. <1But.>1 Three hundred pound: A pretty breakfa$t: Many a ma~ 1640 workes harde all his daies and neuer $ees halfe the money. But come, Tho it be badly got, it $halbe better be$towd. But do ye heare Galants, I ha not taught you this trade to get your liuings by. V$e it not, for if you doe, though I $capt by the Nut tree, be $ure youle $peed by the Rope: But for your paynes at this tyme, Theres a hundred pounds for you, how you $hall be$tow it, Ile giue you in$tructions. But do you heare, Looke you goe not to your Gilles, your Punkes, and your Cock-tricks with it, If I hear you do: as I am an hone$t theefe, tho I helpt you now out of the Bryers, Ile be a meanes yet to helpe you to the Gallowes. How 1650 the re$t $hall be employd I haue determined, and by the way Ile make you acquainted with it. To $teale is bad, but taken where is $tore, The faults the le$$e, being don to helpe the pore <1Exeunt.>1 <1sc. ix Enter Ilford, wentloe, Bartley. Ilford hauing a letter>1 <1in his hande.>1 <1Ilf.>1 Sure I ha $ed my prayers, and liud vertuou$ly a late, that this good fortunes befalne me. Looke Gallants: I am $ent for to come downe to my Fathers buriall. <1went.>1 But du$t meane to goe? 1660 <1Ilf.>1 Troth no, Ile go down to take po$$e$sion of his land, let the cu~try bury him & they wil: Ile $tay here a while, to $aue charg at his funerall. <1Bart.>1 And how do$t feel thy $elfe Franke, now thy father is dead? <1Ilf.>1 As I did before, with my hands, how $hould I feel my $elfe el$e? But Ile tell you newes Gallants. <1went.>1 Whats that? Do$t meane now to $erue God? <1Ilf.>1 Faith partly, for I intend $hortly to goe to Church, and from thence do faithfull $eruice to one woman. <1Enter>1 <1Enter Butler.>1 <1But.>1 Good, I ha met my fle$h-hooks together. 1670 <1Hart.>1 What, Do$t meane to be marryed ? <1Ilf.>1 I Mungrell, Marryed. <1But.>1 Thats a bayt for me. <1Ilf.>1 I will now be hone$tly marryed. <1went.>1 Its impo$sible, for thou ha$t bin a whoremay$ter this $eauen yeare. <1Ilf.>1 Tis no matter, I will now marry, And to $om hone$t wo- man to, and $o from hence her vertues $hall be a countenance to my vices. <1Bart.>1 What $hall $he be, prethee ? <1Ilf.>1 No Lady, no widdow, nor no waiting gentlewoman, for 1680 vnder protection Ladyes may larde their husbands heads, Widdows will Wood- cocks make, & chambermayds of $eruigme~ learn that, theyle ner for$ake. <1Went.>1 Who wilt thou wed then, prethe ? <1Ilf.>1 To any mayd, $o $he be fayr: To any mayd, $o $he be rich To any mayd $o $he be young: and to any mayde <1Bart.>1 So $he be hone$t. <1Ilf.>1 Faith, its no great matter for her hone$tye, for in the$e dayes, thats a Dowrie out of reque$t. <1But.>1 From the$e Crabes will I gather $weetne$$e: wherin Ile 1690 imitate the Bee, that $ucks her hony, not from the $weete$t flow- ers, but Timb the bittere$t: So the$e hauing beene the meanes to begger my may$ter, $halbe the helpes to releeue his brothers and $i$ter. <1Ilf.>1 To whom $hall I now be a $uter? <1But.>1 Faire fall ye Gallants. <1Ilf.>1 Nay, and $he be fayre $he $hall fall $ure enough. <1Butler,>1 how I$t good Butler. <1But.>1 Wil you be made gallants? <1went.>1 I, but not willingly Cuckolds, tho we are now talking about wiues. 1700 <1But.>1 Let your wiues agree of that after, will you fir$t be rich- ly married? <1All.>1 How Butler: richly married? <1But.>1 Rich in beauty, rich in pur$e, riche in vertue, riche in all things. But <1Mum,>1 Ile $ay nothing, I know of two or three rich heyres. But <1Cargo,>1 my fiddle$tick cannot play without Rozen: <1went.>1 Butler. (Auant. <1Ilf.>1 Do$t not know me Butler? <1But.>1 For Kex, dryde Kex, that in $ummer ha bin $o liberal to fodder other mens cattle, and $carce haue inough to keepe your 1710 owne in Winter. Mine are precious Cabinets, and mu$t haue pretious Iewels put into them, and I know you to be merchants of Stockfi$h, and not men for my market: Then vani$h. <1Ilf.>1 Come, ye old mad-cap you, what need all this? Cannot a man ha bin a little whoore-may$ter in his youth, but you mu$t vpbraide him with it, and tell him of his defects, which when he is maried, his wife $hall finde in him? Why my fathers dead man now, who by his death has left me the better part of a thou$and a yeare. <1But.>1 Tut, $he of Lanca$hire has fifteen hundred. 1720 <1Ilf.>1 Let me haue her then, good Butler. <1But.>1 And then $hee the bright beauty of Ley$ter$hire, has a thou$and, nay thirteen hundred a yeare, at lea$t. <1Ilf.>1 Or let me haue her, hone$t Butler. <1But.>1 Be$ides, $he the mo$t delicate, $weet countenan$t, blacke browd gentlewoman in Northampton$hire, in $ub$tance equals the be$t of em. <1Ilf.>1 Let me haue her then. <1Bart.>1 Or I. <1Went.>1 Or I, good Butler. 1730 <1But.>1 You were be$t play the partes of right fooles, and mo$t de$perate whore-may$ters, and go together by the eares for the~ ere ye $ee them. But they are the mo$te rare featurd, well faced, excellent $poke, rare qualited, vertuous, and worthy to be admi- red gentlewoman, <1All.>1 And rich Butler ? <1But.>1 (I that mu$t be one, tho they want all the re$t) And rich Gallants, as are from the vtmo$t parts of <1A$ya,>1 to the$e pre$ent confines of Europe. <1All>1 And wilt thou helpe vs to them Butler? 1740 <1But.>1 Faith, tis to be doubted, for pretious pearle will hardly be bought without pretious $tones, and I think theres $car$e one indifferent one to be found, betwixt you three: yet $ince there is $ome hope ye may proue hone$t, as by the death of your fathers you Fathers you are proued rich, walke $euerally, for I knowing you all three to be couetous Tug-muttons will not tru$t you with the $ight of each others beawty but will $euerally, talke with you, and $ince you haue deignd in this needfull portion of wedlocke to bee ruld by mee Butler, will mo$t bountifully prouide wiues for you generally. <1All.>1 Why thats hone$tly $aid. 1750 <1But.>1 Why $o, and now fir$t to you Sir Knight <1Ilf.>1 Godamercy. <1But.>1 You $ee this couple of abhominable Woodcocks heare. <1Ilf.>1 A pox on them ab$olute Coxcomes. <1But.>1 You heard me tel them, I had Intelligence to giue of three Gentlewomen. <1Ilf.>1 True. <1But.>1 Now indeed Sir I ha but the performance of one. <1Ilf.>1 Good. <1But.>1 And her I doe intende for you, onely for you. 1760 <1Ilf.>1 Hone$t Butler. <1But.>1 Now $ir, $hee being but lately come to this towne, and $o neerely watcht by the iealous eyes of her friends, $he being a Rich heyre, lea$t $he $hould be $tolne away by $ome di$olute Prodigal, or de$perat e$tated $pend-thrift, as you ha bin Sir. <1Ilf.>1 O but thats pa$t Butler. <1But.>1 True I knowt, & intend now but to make v$e of them, flat- ter with them with hopefull promi$es, and make them needefull in$truments. <1Ilf.>1 To helpe me to the wench, 1770 <1But>1 You ha hit it which thus mu$t be effected, fir$t by keeping clo$e your purpo$e. <1Ilf.>1 Good. <1Bu.>1 Al$o concealing from them, the lodging beauty and riches of your new, but admirable Mi$tris. <1Ilf.>1 Excellent. <1But.>1 Of which your following happines, if they $hould know either in enuy of your good, or hope of their owne aduancement theyd make our labours knowne to the gentlewomans Vncles, and $o our benefit be fru$trate. 1780 <1Ilf.>1 Admirable Butler. G <1Ilford>1 <1But.>1 Which done, als but this, being as you $hal be brought in- to hir company, and by my prai$ing your vertues you get po$$e$si- on of her Loue, one morning $tep to the tower, or to make al $ure, hier $ome $tipendary prie$te for money: for Money in the$e dayes, what wil not be done, and what will not a man do for a rich wife, and with him make no more ado but marrie hir in hir lodging and being married, lie with her and $pare not. <1Ilf.>1 Do they not $ee vs, do they not $ee vs, let mee ki$$e thee, let 1790 me ki$$e thee Butler, let but this be done, and all the benefit requi- tall and happines I can promi$e thee fort, $hall be this, Ile be thy rich mai$ter, and thou $halt carry my pur$e. <1But.>1 Enough, meet me at her lodging $ome half an houre hence : harke $he lies. <1Ilf.>1 I hate. <1But.>1 Faile not. <1Ilf.>1 Will I liue. <1But.>1 I wil but $hift of the$e two Rhinoceros, <1Ilf.>1 Wigens, wigens, a couple of guls. 1800 <1But.>1 With $ome di$cour$e of hope to wiue them two, and be with you $traight. <1Ilf.>1 Ble$t day, my loue $hal be thy cu$hion hone$t Butler. <1But.>1 So now to my tother Gallants. <1Went.>1 O Butler, we ha bin in pa$sion at thy tediou$nes, <1But.>1 Why looke you. I had al this talke for your good. <1Bar.>1 Had$t. <1But.>1 For you know the knight is but a $curuy-proud-prating- Prodigall, licentious vnnece$sary. <1Went.>1 An A$$e, an A$$e, an A$$e. 1810 <1 But.>1 Now you heard me tel him I had three Wenches in $tore, <1Bar.>1 And he would ha had them al would he. <1But.>1 Heare me, tho he may liue to be an Oxe, he had not now $o much of the Goat in him, but onely hopes for one of the three when indeed I ha but two, and knowing you to bee men of more vertue, and deerer in my re$pect intend them to be yours. <1Went.>1 We $hal honor thee. <1Bar.>1 But how Butler. <1Bu.>1 I am now go- ing to their place of re$idence, $cituate in the choi$e$t place in the Citty, and at the $igne of the Wolfe iu$t again$t Gold-$miths-row where where you $hal meet me, but ask not for me, only walk too and fro 1820 and to auoid $u$pition you may $pende $ome conference with the Shop-keepers wiues, they haue $eats built a purpo$e for $uch fami- liar entertainment, where from a bay window which is oppo$ite, I wil make you knowne to your de$ired beauties, commende the good parts you haue. <1Went>1 Bith ma$$e mine are very few. <1But.>1 And win a kind of de$ire, as women are $oone wonne to make you bee beloued where you $hall fir$te ki$$e, then Woe, at length Wed, and at la$t bed my Noble harts. <1Both. O>1 Butler. 1830 <1But.>1 Wenches bona robes, ble$$ed beauties, without colour or counterfet: Away, put on your be$t Cloaths, get you to the Bar- bers, Curle vp your haire, walke with the be$t $trouts you can, you $hal $ee more at the Window, and I ha vowd to make you. <1Bart.>1 Wilt thou. <1But.>1 Both Fooles, and Ile want of my wit but Ile doot. <1Bar.>1 We wil liue together as felowes. <1Went.>1 As Brothers. <1But.>1 As arrant knaues if I keepe you company, O, the mo$t wretched $ea$on of this time, 1840 The$e men like Fi$h, do $wim within one $treame, Yet theyd eat one another, making no Con$cience To drinke with them theyd poy$on, no offence, Betwixt their thoughts and actions haue controle, But headlong run, like an vnbiac$t Bowle, Yet I will throw them on, but like to him, At play knowes how to loo$e, and when to win. <1Enter Thomas and Iohn Scarborrow.>1 <1Tho.>1 Butler. <1But.>1 O, are you come. And fit as I appointed: $o, tis wel, 1850 you knowe your kues, and haue in$tructions howe to beare your $elues: Al, al is fit, play but your part, your $tates from hence are firme. <1Exit.>1 <1Iohn.>1 What $hal I tearme this creature not a man. <1Betwixt this Butler leads Ilford in.>1 G 2 Hees Hees not of mortals temper but hees one, Made all of goodnes, tho of fle$h and bone, O Brother, brother, but for that hone$t man, As neere to mi$ery had bin our breath, 1860 As where the thundring pellet $trikes is death, <1Tho.>1 I, my $hift of $hirts and change of cloths knowt. <1Iohn.>1 Well tel of him, like bels who$e mu$ick rings One Coronation day for ioy of Kings, That hath pre$eru'd their $teeples not like towles, That $ummons liuing tears for the dead $oules. <1Enter Butler and Ilford aboue.>1 <1But.>1 Gods precious Sir, the hel Sir, euen as you had new ki$t, and were about to court her, if her Vncles be not come. 1870 <1Ilf.>1 A plague on thee, $pite ont. <1But.>1 But tis no matter Sir, $tay you heere in this vpper cham- ber, & Ile $tay beneath with her, tis ten to one you $hal hear them talke now, of the greatnes of her po$$e$sions, the care they haue to $ee her well be$towed, the admirablenes of her vertues, all which for all their comming, $hall be but happines ordained for you, & by my meanes be your inheritance. <1Ilf.>1 Then thou't $hift them away, and keepe from the $ighte of them. <1But.>1 Haue I not promi$t to make you. 1880 <1Ilf.>1 Thou ha$t. <1But.>1 Go to then, re$t heere with patience, and be confident in my tru$t, onely in my ab$ence, you may prai$e God for the ble$$ed- nes you haue to come, and $ay your prayers if you will, Ile but pre- pare her hart for entertainement of your loue, di$mi$$e them, for your free acce$$e, and returne $traight. <1Ilf.>1 Hone$t-ble$t-natural-friend, thou deale$t with mee like a Brother: Butler, <1Exit.>1 Sure heauen hath re$erued this man to weare Grey-hairs to do me good, now wil I li$ten, li$ten clo$e, and $ucke in her Vncles words 1890 with a reioycing eare, <1Tho.>1 As we were $aying Brother, Where $hal we find a husband for my Neece. <1Ilf.>1 Marry $he $hal find one heere tho you little knowt, thanks, thankes, Thankes hone$t Butler. <1Io.>1 She is left rich in Money, Plate, and Iewels. <1Ilf.>1 Comfort, comfort to my $oule. <1Tho.>1 Hath all her manner hou$es richly furni$hed. <1Ilf.>1 Good, good, Ile find imployment for them. <1With. But.>1 Speake loud enough that he may heare you. <1Io.>1 I take her $tate to be about a thou$and pound a yeare, 1900 <1Ilf.>1 And that which my father, hath left me, will make it about fifteene, hundred admirable. <1Ioh.>1 In debt to no man, then mu$t our natural care be, As $he is wealthy to $ee her married well. <1Ilf.>1 And that $he $hall be as well as the prie$t can, hee $hall not, Leaue out a word ont. <1Tho.>1 I thinke $he has. <1Ilf.>1 What a Gods name. <1Tho.>1 About foure thou$and pound in her great che$t. <1Ilf.>1 And Ile find a vent fort I hope. 1910 <1Io.>1 Shee is vertuous, and $he is faire. <1Ilf.>1 And $he were foule, being rich, I would be glad of her. <1But>1 Pi$ht, pi$ht. <1Io.>1 Come, weele go vi$it her, but with this care, That to no $pend thrift we do marry her. <1Exeunt>1 <1Ilf.>1 You may chance be deceiued old gray-beardes, heares hee will $pend $ome of it, thankes, thankes, hone$t Butler, now doe I $ee the happines of my future e$tate, I walke me as to morrow, be- ing the day after my marriage, with my fourteene men in Liuerie cloakes after me, and $tep to the wall in $ome cheefe $treete of the 1920 Citty, tho I ha no occa$ion to v$e it, that the Shop-keepers may take notice how many followers $tand bare to mee, and yet in thys latter age, the keeping of men being not in reque$t, I will turne my afore$aid fourteen into two Pages and two Coaches, I wil get me $elfe into grace at Court, runne head-long into debt, and then looke $curuily vpon the Citty, I wil walke you into the pre$ence in the afternoone hauing put on a richer $ute, then I wore in the mor- ning, and call boy or $irrah, I wil ha the grace of $ome great Lady though I pay fort, and at the next Triumphes runne a Tilte, that when I runne my cour$e, though I breake not my launce: $he may 1930 whi$per to her $elfe, looking vppon my Iewel, wel run my knight G3 I I will now keepe great hor$es, $corning to haue a Queane to keep me, indeede I will practi$e all the Gallantry in v$e, for by a Wyfe comes all my happines. <1Enter Butler.>1 <1But.>1 Now $ir, you ha heard her Vnckles, and how do you lyke them. <1Il.>1 O But. they ha made good thy words, & I am raui$ht with the~. <1Bu.>1 And hauing $een & ki$t the gentlewo. how do you like hir? 1940 <1Ilf.>1 O Butler beyonde di$cour$e, $hee's a Paragon for a Prince, then a fit Implement for a Gentleman, beyond my Element. <1But.>1 Well then, $ince you like her, and by my meanes, $he $hall like you, nothing re$ts now but to haue you married. <1Ilf.>1 True Butler, but withall to haue her portion. <1But.>1 Tut, thats $ure yours when you are maried once, for tis hirs by Inheritance, but do you loue her? <1Ilf.>1 O, with my $oule. <1Bus.>1 Ha you $worne as much. <1Ilf.>1 To thee, to her, and ha cald heauen to witnes. 1950 <1But.>1 How $hall I know that. <1Ilf.>1 Butler, heere I prote$t, make vowes Irreuocable. <1But.>1 Vpon your knees. <1Ilf.>1 Vpon my knees, with my hart, and $oule I loue her. <1But.>1 Will liue with her. <1Ilf.>1 Will liue with her. <1But.>1 Marry her and maintaine her. <1Ilf.>1 Marry her and maintaine hir. <1But.>1 For her for$ake al other women. <1Ilf.>1 Nay for her for$weare all other women. 1960 <1Ilf.>1 In al degrees of Loue. <1But.>1 In all degrees of Loue, either to Court, ki$$e, giue priuate fauours, or v$e priuate meanes, Ile doe nothing that married men being clo$e whoremai$ters do, $o I may haue her. <1But.>1 And yet you hauing bin an open whoremai$ter, I will not beleeue you til I hear you $weare as much in the way of contract to her $elfe, and call me to bee a witne$$e. <1Ilf.>1 By heauen, by earth, by Hell, by all that man can $weare, I will, $o I may haue her. <1But.>1 <1But.>1 Enough. Thus at fir$t $ight, ra$h men to women $weare, 1970 When $uch oaths broke, heauen greeues and $heds a teare: But $hees come, ply her, ply her. <1Enter Scarborrowes Si$ter.>1 <1Ilf.>1 Kind Mi$tres, as I prote$ted, $o againe I vow. Ifaith I loue you. <1Si$t.>1 And I am not Sir $o vncharitable, To hate the man that loues me. <1Ilf.>1 Loue me then, The which loues you as Angels loues good men, Who wi$h them to liue with them euer, In that high bli$$e whom hell cannot di$$euer. <1But.>1 Ile $teale away and leaue them, $o wi$e men do, 1980 Whom they would match, let them ha leaue to wo. <1Exit Butler>1 <1Ilf.>1 Mi$tris I know your worth is beyond my de$ert, yet by my prai$ing of your virtues, I woulde not haue you as women v$e to do, become proud. <1Si.>1 None of my affections are prides children, nor a kin to them <1Ilf.>1 Can you loue me then? <1Si$t.>1 I can, for I loue al the world, but am in loue with none. <1Ilf.>1 Yet be in loue with me, let your affections Combine with mine, and let our $oules Like Turtles haue a mutual Simpathy, 1990 Who loue $o well, that they together die, Such is my life, who couets to expire, If it $hould loo$e your loue. <1Si$t.>1 May I beleeue you ? <1Ilf.>1 Introth you may, Your lifes my life, your death my dying day. <1Si$t.>1 Sir the commendations I haue receiued from Butler of your byrth and worth, together with the Iudgement of mine owne eie, bids me beleeue and loue you. <1Ilf.>1 O $eale it with a ki$$e, 2000 Ble$t hower my life had neuer ioy till this. <1Enter Wentloe, and Bartley beneath.>1 <1Bars.>1 Here about is the hou$e $ure. <1Wentlo.>1 We cannot mi$take it, for heres the $igne of the Wolfe and the Bay-window. <1Enter Butler aboue.>1 <1But.>1 <1But.>1 What $o clo$e? Tis well I ha $hifted away your Vncles Mi$tris, but $ee the $pight Sir Francis, if yon $ame couple of Smel-$mockes, Wentloe and Bartley, ha not $ented after vs. 2010 <1Ilf.>1 A poxe on em, what $hall we do then Butler? <1But.>1 What but be married $traight man. <1Ilf.>1 I but how Butler. <1But.>1 Tut, I neuer faile at a dead lift, for to perfect your bli$$e, I haue prouided you a Prie$t. <1Ilf.>1 Where, prethe Butler where? <1but.>1 Where? But beneath in her Chamber. I ha fild his hands with Coine, and he $hall tye you fa$t with wordes, he $hall clo$e your hands in one, and then doe clap your $elfe into her $heetes and $pare not. 2020 <1Ilf.>1 O $weete. <1(Exit Ilford with his Sister.>1 <1bus.>1 Downe, downe, tis the onely way for you to get vp. Thus in this taske, for others good I toyle, And $he kind Gentlewoman weds her $elfe, Hauing bin $carcely woed, and ere her thoughts, Haue learnd to loue him, that being her husband, She may releeue her, brothers in their wantes, She marries him to helpe her neare$t kin, I make the match, and hope it is no $inne. <1Went.>1 Sfut it is $curuy Walking, for vs $o neare the two Coun- 2030 ters, would he would come once? <1Bar.>1 Ma$$e hees yonder: Now Butler. <1But.>1 O Gallants are you here, I ha done wonders for you com- mended you to the Gentlewomen, who hauing taken note of your good legs, and good faces, haue a liking to you, meet me beneath. <1both>1 Happy Butler. <1but.>1 They are yours, and you are theirs, meet me beneath I $ay. By this they are wed, I and perhaps haue bedded. <1Ex. wen & bar>1 Now followes whether knowing $hee is poore, Heele $wear he lou'd her as he $wore before. <1Exit butler>1 <1sc. x Enter Ilford with Scarborrowes $i$ter.>1 2041 <1Ilf.>1 Ho Sirrha, who would ha thought it, I perceiue now a wo- man may be a maid, be married, and loo$e her maiden-head, and all in halfe and an hower, and how doe$t like me now wench. <1$i$ter>1 <1Si$t.>1 As doth befit your $eruant and your wife, That owe you loue and duty al my life. <1Ilf.>1 And there $hal be no Loue lo$t, nor $eruice neither, Ile do thee $eruice at boord, and thou $halt do me $eruice a bed: Nowe mn$t I as youg married men v$e to do, ki$$e my portion out of my yong wife. Thou art my $weet Rogue, my Lambe, my Pig$ny, my play-fellow, my pretty pretty any thing, come a bu$$e prethee, $o 2050 tis my kind hart, and wats thou what now? <1Si$t.>1 Not till you tel me Sir, <1Ilf.>1 I ha got thee with Childe in my Con$cience, and lyke a kind Husbande, methinkes I breede it for thee. For I am alreadie $icke at my $tomacke and long extremely. Now mu$t thou bee my helpful Phy$ition, and prouide for me. <1Si$t.>1 Euen to my blood, Whats mine is yours, to gaine your peace or good. <1Ilf.>1 What a kind $oule is this, could a man haue found a greater content in a wife, if he $hould ha $ought thorough the worlde for 2060 her: Prethy hart as I $aid, I long, and in good troth I do, and me- thinkes thy fir$t childe wil bee borne without a no$e, if I loo$e my longing, tis but for a trifle too, yet methinkes it wil do me no good vnle$$e thou effect it for me. I could take thy keyes my $elfe, go in- to thy Clo$et, and read ouer the deeds and euidences of thy Land, & in reading ouer them, reioice I had $uch ble$t fortune to haue $o fayre a wife with $o much endowment, and then open thy Che$ts, and $uruey thy Plate, Iewels, Trea$ure. But a pox ont, al will doe me no good, vnle$$e thou effect it for me. <1Si$t.>1 Sir I wil $hew you al the wealth I haue 2070 Of Coyne, of Iewels, or Po$$e$sions, <1Ilf.>1 Good gentle hart, Ile giue thee another bu$$e for that, for that giue thee a new gowne to morrow morning, by this hand do thou but dreame what $tuffe and what Fa$hion thou wilt haue it on to night. <1Si$t.>1 The land I can endow you with, is my Loue, The riches I po$$e$se for you is loue, A Trea$ure greater then is Land or Gold, It cannot be forfeited, and it $hal neare be $old. <1Ilf.>1 Loue I know that, and Ile an$wer thee loue for. Loue in a- 2080 bundance: but come prethee come, lets $ee the$e deedes and e- H uiden- uidences, this Mony, Plate, and Iewels, wilt ha thy Childe borne without a no$e, if thou bee$t $o carele$$e, $pare not, why my little frappet you, I heard thy Vnckles talk of thy riches, that thou had$t hundreds a yeare, $euerall Lord-$hips, Mannours Hou$es, Thou- $ands of poundes in your great Che$ts, Iewels, Plate, and Ringes in your little Box. <1Si$t.>1 And for that riches you did marry me. <1Ilf>1 Troth I did, as now adaies Batchelers do $ware I lou'd thee 2090 but indeed married thee for thy wealth. <1$i$t.>1 Sir I be$eech you, $ay not your oths were $uch, So like falce coyne, being put vnto the touch, Who beare a flouri$h in the outward $how, Of a true $tampe, but truely are not $o, You $wore me loue, I gaue the like to you, Then as a $hip being wedded to the $ea, Dus either $ayle or $inke euen $o mu$t I, You being the hauen to which my hopes mu$t flie. <1Ilf.>1 True Chucke I am thy hauen, and harbor too, 2100 And like a $hip I took thee, who brings home Trea$ure As thou to me, the Marchant-venturer. <1Si$t>1. What riches I am balla$t with are yours. <1Ilf.>1 Thats kindly $aide now. <1Si$t.>1 If but with $and, as I am but with earth, Being your right of right, you mu$t receiue me, I ha no other lading but my Loue, Which in abundance I will render you, If other fraught you do expect my $tore, Ile pay you teares, my riches, are no more. 2110 <1Ilf.>1 Howes this? howes this? I hope you do but Ie$t, <1Si$t.>1 I am Si$ter to decaied Scarborrow. <1Ilf.>1 Ha. <1Si$t.>1 Who$e $ub$tance your Inticements did con$ume. <1Ilf.>1 Wor$e then an Ague. <1Si$t.>1 Which as you did beleeue $o they $uppo$ed, Twas fitter for your $elfe then for another, To keepe the $i$ter, had vndone the brother. <1Ilf.>1 I am guld by this hand. An old Coni cacher, and beguild; where the pox now are my two Coaches, choi$e of hou$es, $euerall $utes $utes, a plague on them, and I knowe not what: Doe you heare 2120 Puppet, do you thinke you $hal not be damned for this, to Co$en a Gentleman of his hopes, and compell your $elfe into Matrimo- ny with a man, whether hee wil or no with you, I ha made a fayre match yfaith, wil any man buy my commodity out of my hand, as God $aue me he $hall haue her for halfe the money $he co$t me. <1Enter Wentlo, and Bartley.>1 <1went.>1 O, ha we met you Sir. <1Bart.>1 What, turnd Micher, $teale a wife, and not make your old friends acquainted with it. <1Ilf.>1 A pox on her, I would you had her. 2130 <1went.>1 Wel, God giue you Ioy, we can heare of your good for- tune, now tis done, tho we could not be acquainted with it afore- hand. <1Bart.>1 As that you haue two thou$and pound a yeare. <1Went.>1 Two or three mannor hou$es. <1Bart.>1 A wife, faire, rich, and vertuous. <1Ilf.>1 Pretty infaith, very pretty. <1went.>1 Store of Gold. <1Bart.>1 Plate in abundance. <1Ilf.>1 Better, better, better. <1went.>1 And $o many Oxen, that their hornes are able to $tore 2140 al the Cuckolds in your Country. <1Ilf.>1 Do not make me mad good Gentlemen, do not make me mad, I could be made a Cuckold with more patience, then indure this. <1We.>1 Foe we $hal haue you turne proud now, grow re$pect- les of your Ancient acquaintance, why Butler told vs of it: Who was the maker of the match for you? <1Ilf.>1 A pox of his furtheraunce, Gentlemen as you are Chri$ti- ans, vex me no more, that I am married I confe$se, a plague of the Fates, that wedding and hanging comes by de$teny, but for the riches $he has brought, beare witnes how Ile rewarde her. 2150 <1Si$t.>1 Sir. <1Ilf.>1 Whore, I and Iade, Witch, Ilfac$t, $tinking-breath, croo- ked-no$e, wor$e then the Deuill, and a plague on thee that euer I $aw thee. <1Bart.>1 A Comedy, a Comedy. <1Went.>1 Whats the meaning of all this, is this the maske after thy marriage. H2 <1Ilf.>1 <1Ilf.>1 O Gentlemen, I am vndone, I am vndone, for I am marryed, I that could not abide a Woman, but to make her a 2160 whore, hated all Shee-creatures, fayre and poore, $wore I would neuer marry but to one that was rich, and to be thus cunnicacht. Who do you thinke this is Gentlemen ? <1went.>1 Why your wife, Who $hould it be el$e? <1Ilf.>1 Thats my misfortune, that marrying her in hope $he was rich, $he prooues to be the beggerly Si$ter to the more beggerly Scarborrow. <1Bart.>1 How ? <1Went.>1 Ha, ha, ha. <1Ilf.>1 I, you may laugh, but $he $hall cry as well as I for't, 2170 <1Bart.>1 Nay, do not weepe. <1went.>1 He dus but counterfeit now to delude vs, he has all her portion of Land, Coyne, Plate, Iewels: and now di$$embles thus lea$t we $hould borrow $ome Mony of him. <1Ilf.>1 And you be kinde Gentlemen lend me $ome, for ha- uing payd the Prie$t, I ha not $o much left in the world, as will higher me a hor$e to carry me away from her. <1Bart.>1 But art thou thus guld infaith. <1Ilf.>1 Are you $ure you ha eyes in your head. <1went>1 Why then, By her brothers $etting one in my con$cience, 2180 who knowing thee now to ha $omewhat to take to, by the death of thy father, and that hee hath $pent her portion, and his owne po$$e$$ions, hath laid this plot, for thee to marry her, and $o he to be rid of her him$elfe. <1Ilf.>1 Nay, thats without que$tion, but Ile be reuenged of em both, for you Minxe. Nay Sfut, giue em me, or Ile kicke el$e. <1Si$t.>1 Good, $weete. <1Ilf.>1 Sweete with a poxe, you $tinke in my no$e, giue me your Iewels ? Nay Bracelets too. <1Si$t.>1 O me, mo$t mi$erable. 2190 <1Ilf.>1 Out of my $ight, I and out of my doores, for now, whats within this hou$e is mine, and for your brother He made this match, in hope to do you good, And I weare this for which, $hall draw his bloud. <1went.>1 A braue re$olution. <1Exit with went. and Batley.>1 <1Bart.>1 In which wele $econd thee. <1Ilf.>1 <1Ilf.>1 Away, whore, Out of my doores whore. <1Si$t.>1 O greefe, that pouerty $hould ha that power to teare Men from them$elues, tho they wed, bed, and $weare. <1Enter Thomas and Iohn Scarborrow, with Butler.>1 <1Tho.>1 How now $i$ter. 2200 <1$i$t.>1 Vndone, vndone. <1But.>1 Why Mi$tris, how i$t? how i$t? <1$i$t.>1 My husband has for$ooke me. <1But.>1 O periury. <1$t$t.>1 Has taine my Iewels, and my Bracelets from me. <1Tho.>1 Vengeance, I playd the theefe for the mony that bought em. <1$i$t.>1 Left me di$tre$t, and thru$t mee forth a doores. <1Tho.>1 Damnation on him, I will heere no more, But for his wrong reuenge me on my brother, Degenerate, and was the cau$e of all, 2210 He $pent our portion, and Ile $ee his fall. <1Ioh.>1 O but Brother. <1Tho.>1 Per$wade me not. All hopes are $hipwract, mi$erie comes on, The comfort we did looke from him is fru$trate, All meanes, all maintenance, but griefe is gone. And all $hall end by his de$truction. <1Exit.>1 <1Ioh.>1 Ile follow and preuent, what in this heat may happen, His want makes $harpe his $word, to greates the ill, If that one brother $hould another kill. <1Exit.>1 2220 <1But,>1 And what will you do Mi$tris ? <1$i$t.>1 Ile $it me downe, $igh loude in $tead of wordes, And wound my $elfe with griefe as they with $words. And for the $u$tenance that I $hould eate, Ile feed on griefe, tis woes be$t relli$ht meate. <1But.>1 Good hart I pitty you, You $hall not be $o cruell to your $elfe, I haue the poore Seruingmans allowance, Twelue pence a daye to buy me $u$tenance, One meale a day Ile eate, the tothe fa$t, 2230 To giue your wantes reliefe. And Mi$tris Be this $ome comfort to your mi$eries, Ile ha thin cheekes, eare you $hall ha wet eyes. <1Exeunt.>1 H 3 <1Enter>1 <1sc.i; Enter Scarrborrow.>1 What is prodigallity? Faith like a Bru$h That weares him$elfe to flori$h others cloathes, And hauing worne his hart euen to the $tump, Hees throwne away like a deformed lump. Oh $uch am I, I ha $pent all the wealth 2240 My ance$tors did purcha$e, made others braue In $hape and riches, and my $elfe a knaue. For tho my wealth rai$d $ome to paint their doore, Tis $hut again$t me, $aying I am but poore: Nay, euen the greate$t arme, who$e hand hath gra$t, My pre$ence to the eye of Maie$ty, $hrinkes back, His fingers cluch, and like to lead, They are heauy to rai$e vp my $tate, being dead. By which I find, $pendthriftes, and $uch am I, Like $trumpets flori$h, but are foule within, 2250 And they like Snakes, know when to ca$t their skin. <1Enter Tho.>1 <1Tho.>1 Turne, draw, and dye, I come to kill thee. <1Scar.>1 Whats he that $peakes ? Like $ickne$$e: Oh i$t you, Sleepe $till, you cannot mooue me, fare you well. <1Tho.>1 Thinke not my fury $lakes $o, or my bloud Can coole it $elfe to temper by refu$all, Turne or thou dye$t. <1Scar.>1 Away. <1Tho.>1 I do not wi$h to kill thee like a $laue, That taps men in their cups, and broch their harts, 2260 Eare with a warning peece they haue wakt their eares, I would not like to powder $hoote thee downe, To a flat graue, ere thou ha$t thought to frowne: I am no Coward, but in manly tearmes, And fayre$t oppo$itions vow to kill thee. <1Scar.>1 From whence proceedes this heat. <1Tho.>1 From $parkles bred by thee, that like a villain. <1Sca.>1 Ha. <1Tho.>1 Ile hallow it in thine eares till thy $oule quake to heare it, That like a villain ha$t vndone thy brothers. 2270 <1Sca.>1 Would thou wert not $o neere me: yet farewell. <1 Tho.>1 By nature, and her lawes make vs a kinne, As As neere as are the$e hands, or $in to $inne. Draw and defend thy $elfe, or Ile forget Thou art a man. <1Scar.>1 Would thou were not my Brother ? <1Tho.>1 I di$claime thee. <1Scar.>1 Are wee not off-$pring of one parent wretch. <1Tho.>1 I do forget it, pardon me the dead, I $hould deny the paines you bid for me. My blood growes hot for vengeance, thou ha$t $pent 2280 My liues reuenewes that our parents purcha$t. <1Scar.>1 O do not wracke me with remembrance ont. <1Tho.>1 Thou ha$t made my life a Begger in this world, And I will make thee bankrout of thy breath: Thou ha$t bin $o bad, the be$t I can giue, Thou art a Deuill, not with men to liue. <1Scar.>1 Then take a Deuils payment. <1Heere they make a pa$$e one vpon another, when at Scarborrowes backe,>1 <1comes in Ilford, Wentloe, and Bartley.>1 <1Ilf.>1 Hees here, draw Gentlemen. 2290 <1Went.Bart.>1 Die Scarborrow. <1Scar.>1 Girt round with death. <1Tho.>1 How $et vpon by three, Sfut feare not Brother, you Co- wards, three to one, $laues, wor$e then Fen$ers that wear long wea- pons. You $hall be fought withall, you $hall be fought withall. <1Here the Brothers ioyne, driue the re$t out,>1 <1and returne.>1 <1Scar.>1 Brother I thanke you, for you now haue bin A patron of my life, forget the $inne I pray you, which my loo$e and wa$tfull houres, 2300 Hath made again$t your Fortunes, I repent em, And wi$h I could new ioynt and $trength your hopes, Tho with indifferent ruine of mine owne. I haue a many $innes, the thought of which Like fini$ht Needles pricke me to the $oule, But find your wronges, to haue the $harpe$t point. If penitence your lo$$es might repayre, You $hould be rich in wealth, and I in care. <1Tho.>1 I do beleeue you Sir, but I mu$t tell you, I Euils 2310 Euils the which are gain$t an other done, Repentance makes no $atisfaction To him that feeles the $mart. Our father $ir, Left in your tru$t my portion: you ha $pent it, And $uffered me (whil$t you in ryots hou$e, A drunken Tauerne, $pild my maintainance Perhaps vpon the ground with ouerflowne cups, Like birds in harde$t winter halfe $tarud, to flie) And picke vp any food, lea$t I $hould die. <1$car.>1 I prethee let vs be at peace together. 2320 <1Tho.>1 At peace for what? For $pending my inheritance, By yonder $un that euery $oule has life by, As $ure as thou ha$t life Ile fight with thee. <1Scar.>1 Ide not be moou'd vntoot. <1Tho.>1 Ile kill thee then, wert thou now cla$pt Within thy mother, wife, or childrens armes. <1$car.>1 Would$t homicide ? art $o degenerat? Then let my blood grow hot. <1Tho.>1 For it $hall coole. <1$car.>1 To kill rather then bee kild is manhoods rule. 2330 <1Enter Iohn Scarborrow.>1 <1Io.>1 Stay let not your wraths meet. <1Tho.>1 Hart, what mak$t thou here ? <1Io.>1 Say who are you, or you, are you not one, That $carce can make a fit di$tinction Betwixt each other. Are you not Brothers ? <1Tho.>1 I renounce him. <1$car.>1 Shalt not need. <1Tho.>1 Giue way. <1$car.>1 Haue at thee, 2340 <1Io.>1 Who $turs, which of you both hath $trength within his arm To wound his owne bre$t, who$e $o de$perate, To dam him$elfe by killing of him$elfe, Are you not both one fle$h ? <1Tho.>1 Hart, giue me way. <1$ca.>1 Be not a bar betwixt vs, or by my $word Ile mete thy graue out. <1Ioh.>1 O do, for Gods $ake do ? (Tis) Tis happy death, if I may die and you Not murther one another. O do but harken, When dus the Sunne and Moone borne in one frame 2350 Contend, but they breed Earthquakes in mens harts: When any $tarre prodigiou$ly appeares, Tels it not fall of kings or fatall yeares. And then if Brothers fight, what may men thinke, Sinne growes $o high, tis time the world $hould $inke. <1$car.>1 My hart growes coole againe, I wi$h it not. <1Tho.>1 Stop not my fury, or by my life I $weare, I will reueale the robbery we ha done, And take reuenge on thee, That hinders me to take reuenge on him. 2360 <1Io.>1 I yeild to that, but neare con$ent to this, I $hall then die as mine owne $inne affords, Fall by the law, not by my Brothers $words. <1Tho.>1 Then by that light that guids me here I vow, Ile $traight to Sir Iohn Harcop, and make knowne We were the two that robd him. <1Io.>1 Prethy do. <1Tho.>1 Sin has his $hame, and thou $halt ha thy due. <1Exit.>1 <1Io.>1 Thus haue I $hewne the nature of a Brother, Tho you haue prou'd vnnaturall to me. 2370 Hees gone in heate to publi$h out the theft, Which want and your vnkindnes forc$t vs to, If now I die that death and publicke $hame, Is a Cor$iue to your $oule, blot to your name. <1Exit.>1 <1$car.>1 O tis too true, theres not a thought I thinke, But mu$t pertake thy greefes, and drinke A relli$h of thy $orrow and misfortune. With waight of others teares I am ore borne, That $car$e am <1Atlas>1 to hold vp mine owne, And al to good for me. A happy Creature 2380 In my Cradle, and haue made my $elfe The common cur$e of mankind by my life, Vndone my Brothers, made them theeues for bread, And begot pretty children to liue beggers, O Con$cience, how thou are $tung to thinke vpont, I2 My My Brothers vnto $hame mu$t yeeld their blood, My Babes at others $tirrops beg their food, Or el$e turne theeues to, and be choakt fort, Die a Dogs death, be percht vpon a tree, 2390 Hang betwixt heauen and earth, as fit for neither, The cur$e of heauen thats due to reprobates, Di$cends vpon my Brothers, and my children, And I am parent to it, I, I am parent to it. <1Enter Butler.>1 <1But.>1 Where are you Sir? <1Scar.>1 Why $tare$t thou, whats thy ha$t? <1But.>1 Heeres felowes $warme like flies to $peake with you. <1Scar.>1 What are they ? <1But.>1 Snakes I thinke Sir, for they come with $tinges in theyr 2400 mouths, and their tongues are turnd to teeth to: They claw Villa- nou$ly, they haue eate vp your hone$t name, and honourable re- putation by railing again$t you, and now they come to deuoure your po$$e$sions. <1Scar.>1 In playner Euargy, what are they, $peake ? <1But.>1 Mantichoras, mon$trous bea$tes, enemies to mankinde, that ha double rowes of teeth in their mouthes. They are V$urers, they come yawning for mony, & the Sheriffe with them, is come to $erue an extent vppon your Lande, and then cea$e on your bo- die by force of execution, they ha begirt the hou$e round. 2410 <1Scar.>1 So that the roofe our Aunce$tors did build For their $onnes comfort, and their wiues for Charity, I dare not to looke out. <1But.>1 Be$ides Sir, heres your poore children. <1$car.>1 Poore children they are indeede. <1But.>1 Come with fire and water: teares in their eies, and burning greefe in their harts, and de$ire to $peake with you. <1$car.>1 Heape $orrow vpon $orrow ? Tell me, are My brothers gone to execution ? For what I did, for euery haynous $in, 2420 Sits on his $oule by whom it did begin. And $o did theirs by me. Tell me withall, My children carry moy$ture in their eyes, Who$e $peaking drops, $ay father, thus mu$t we Aske Aske our reliefe, or die with infamy, For you ha made vs beggers. Yet when thy tale has kild me to giue my pa$$age comfort from this $tage, Say all was done by infor$t marriage: My graue will then be welcome. <1But.>1 What $hall we do $ir ? <1$car.>1 Do as the deuill dus, hate panther-mankind, 2430 And yet I lie: for deuils $inners loue, When men hate men, tho good like $ome aboue. <1Enter Scarborrowes wife Katherine with two Children.>1 <1But.>1 Your wifes come in $ir. <1Sca.>1 Thou lye$t, I ha not a wife. None can be cald, True man and wife, but tho$e whom heauen in$tald. Say, <1Kath.>1 O my deere husband? <1Sca.>1 You are very welcome, peace: wele ha complement. Who are you Gentlewoman. <1Kat.>1 Sir your di$tre$$ed wife, and the$e your children. 2440 <1Sca.>1 Mine ? Where, how begot: Proue me by certaine in$tance thats deuine, That I $hould call them lawful, or thee mine. <1Kat.>1 Were we not marryed $ir? <1Sca.>1 No, tho we heard the words of Ceremonie, But had hands knit as fellons that weare fetters For$t vpon them. For tell me woman, Did ere my Loue with $ighs intreat thee mine, Did euer I in willing conference, Speake words, made halfe with teares that I did loue thee. 2450 Or was I euer But glad to $ee thee as al Louers are. No, no, thou know$t I was not. <1Ka.>1 O me. <1But.>1 The mores the pitty. <1Scar.>1 But when I came to Church, I did there $tand All water, who$e forc$t breach had drownd my Land, Are you my wife, or the$e my children? Why tis impo$sible, for like the skies, Without the $unnes light, $o looke al your eies, 2460 Darke, Clowdy, thicke, and ful of heauines, I3 Within Within my Country there was hope to $ee Me and my y$$ue to be like our fathers, Vpholders of our Country, al our life, Which $hould ha bin, if I had wed a wife. Where now, As dropping leaues in Autume you looke al, And I that $hould vphold you like to fal, <1Ka.>1 Twas, nor, $hal be my fault, Heauen bear me witnes. 2470 <1Sca.>1 Thou lye$t? $trumpet thou lye$t? <1Bu.>1 O Sir. <1Scar.>1 Peace $awcie Iacke, $trumpet I $ay thou lye$t, For wife of mine thou art not, and the$e thy Ba$terds Whom I begot of thee, with this vnre$t, That Ba$tards borne, are borne not to be Ble$t <1Ka.>1 One me poure al your wrath, but not on them. <1Scar.>1 On thee, and them, for tis the end of lu$t, To $courge it $elfe, heauen lingring to be iu$t: Harlot. 2480 <1Ka.>1 Husband. <1Scar.>1 Ba$tardes. <1Child.>1 Father. <1But.>1 What hart not pitties this ? <1Scar.>1 Euen in your Cradle, you were accur$t of heauen, Thou an Adultere$$e in thy married armes. And they that made the match, bawds to thy lu$t: I, now you hang the heade, $hould$t ha done $o before, Then the$e had not bin Ba$tards, thou a whore. <1But.>1 I cannot brookt no longer, Sir you doe not well in this ? 2490 <1$car.>1 Ha $laue. <1But>1 Tis not the aime of gentry to bring forth, Such har$h vnrelli$ht fruit vnto their wiues, And to their pretty pretty children by my troth. <1Scar.>1 How ra$call. <1But.>1 Sir I mu$t tel you your progenitors Two of the which the$e yeares were $eruant to, Had not $uch mi$ts before their vnder$tanding, Thus to behaue them$elues. <1Scar.>1 And youle controule me $ir. 2500 <1But.>1 I, I, will. <1Scar.>1 <1Scar.>1 You rogue. <1Bus.>1 I, tis I, will tel you tis vngently done Thus to defame your wife, abu$e your children, Wrong them, you wrong your $elfe, are they not yours ? <1Sca.>1 Pretty, pretty Impudence infaith. <1But.>1 Her whom you are bound to loue, to raile again$t, The$e whom you are bound to keepe, to $purne like dogs, And you were not my mai$ter, I would tell you. <1Scar.>1 What $laue. <1But.>1 Put vp your Bird $pit, tut I feare it not, 2510 In doing deeds $o ba$e, $o vild as the$e, Tis but a Kna, kna, kna. <1Scar.>1 Roge. <1But.>1 Tut how$oeuer, tis a di$hone$t part, And in defence of the$e I throw off duty <1Scar.>1 Good Butler. <1But.>1 Peace hone$t Mi$tris, I will $ay you are wronged, Proue it vpon him euen in his blood, his bones, His guts, his Maw, his Throat, his Intrals. <1Scar.>1 You runnagate of three$core, 2520 <1But.>1 Tis better then a knaue of three and twenty. <1Scar.>1 Patience be my Buckler, As not to file my hands in villaines blood, You knaue Slaue-trencher-groome Who is your mai$ter? <1But.>1 You if you were a mai$ter. <1$car.>1 Off with your coate then, get you forth a dores. <1But.>1 My cote $ir. <1Scar.>1 I your coat $laue ? <1But.>1 Sfut when you hate, tis but a thred-bare coat, 2530 And there tis for you: know that I $come To weare his Liuery is $o worthy borne, And liue $o ba$e a life, old as I am, Ile rather be a begger then your man, And theres your $eruice for you. <1Exit>1 <1$car.>1 Away, out of my doore: Away. So, now your Champions gone, Minx thou had$t better ha gone quick vnto thy graue. <1Kath.>1 <1Ca.>1 O me, that am no cau$e of it. 2540 <1Sca.>1 Then haue $ubornd that $laue to lift his hands again$t me. <1Ka.>1 O me, what $hall become of me? <1Sca.>1 Ile teach you tricks for this, ha you a companion. <1Enter Butler.>1 <1But.>1 My hart not $uffer me to leaue my hone$t Mi$tris and hir pretty children. <1Scar.>1 Ile marke thee for a $trumpet, and thy Ba$tards. <1But.>1 What will you do to them Sir. <1$car.>1 The Deuill in thy $hape come backe againe. <1But.>1 No, but an hone$t $eruant Sir wil take this cote, 2550 And weare it with this $word to $auegard the$e, And pitty them, and I am wo for you, But will not $uffer The husband Viper-like to pray on them That loue him, and haue cheri$ht him as the$e, As they haue you. <1$car.>1 Slaue. <1But.>1 I will not humour you, Fight with you, and loo$e my life or the$e Shal ta$t your wrong whom you are bound to loue. 2560 <1$car.>1 Out of my doores $laue. <1But.>1 I will not, but wil $tay and weare this coat, And do you $eruice whether you will or no. Ile weare this $word to, and be Champion, To fight for her in $pight of any man. <1$car.>1 You $hall. You $hall be my mai$ter Sir. <1But.>1 No, I de$ire it not, Ile pay you duty euen vpon my knee, But loo$e my life, ere the$e oppre$t Ile $ee. <1$car.>1 Yes goodman $laue, you $hal be ma$ter, 2570 Lie with my wife, and get more Ba$tards, do, do, do. <1Ka.>1 O me. <1$car>1 Turnes the world vp$ide downe, that men orebeare theyr Mai$ters, It dus, it dus. For euen as Iudas $old his Mai$ter Chri$t, Men buy and $ell their wiues at highe$t price, What wil you giue me ? what wil you giue me ? what wil you giue me? <1But.>1 O, Mi$tris, My $oule weeps, tho mine eyes be dry, To $ee his fall and your aduer$ity, 2580 Some meanes I haue left, which Ile releeue you with, Into your chamber, and if comfort be a kin To $uch great greefe, comfort your children. <1$car.>1 I thanke thee Butler, heauen when he plea$e, Send death vnto the troubled a ble$t ea$e. <1Exit with children.>1 <1But.>1 Introth I know not if it be good or ill, That with this endle$$e toyle I labour thus, Tis but the old times Ancient con$cience That would do no man hurt, that makes me doot, If it be $inne that I do pitty the$e, 2590 If it be $inne I haue releeued his Brothers, Haue plaid the theefe with them to get their food, And made a luckle$$e marriage for his Si$ter, Intended for her good, heauen pardon me. But if $o, I am $ure they are greater $inners, That made this match, and were vnhappy men, For they cau$'d all, and may heauen pardon them. <1Enter $ir William $carborrow.>1 <1$ir Wil.>1 Who$e within heere. <1But.>1 Sir William, kindly welcome. 2600 <1$ir Wil.>1 Where is my kin$man Scarborrow ? <1But.>1 Sooth hees within $ir, but not very well. <1$ir Will.>1 His $ickne$$e ? <1But.>1 The hel of $icknes, troubled in his mind. <1$ir Wil.>1 I ge$$e the cau$e of it, But cannot now intend to vi$it him, Great bu$ines for my $oueraigne ha$ts me hence, Onely this Letter from his Lord and <1Guardian>1 to him, Who$e in$ide I do ge$$e, tends to his good, At my returne Ile $ee him, $o farewell. <1Exit>1 2610 <1But.>1 Who$e in$ide I do ge$$e turnes to his good, He $hall not $ee it now then, for mens minds Perplext like his, are like Land-troubling-winds, Who haue no gracious temper. <1Enter Iohn $carborrow.>1 <1Iohn.>1 O Butler. K <1But.>1 <1But.>1 Whats the fryght now ? <1Iohn>1 Helpe $trait, or on the tree of $hame We both $hall peri$h for the robbery. 2620 <1But.>1 What i$t reueald man ? <1Iohn>1 Not yet good Butler, only my brother Thomas In $pleene to me, that would not $uffer him To kill our elder brother, had vndone vs Is riding now to $ir <1Iohn Harcop>1 $traight, to di$clo$e it. <1But.>1 Hart, who would rob with Sucklings: Where did you leaue him ? <1Iohn>1 Now taking hor$e to ride to York$hire. <1But.>1 Ile $tay his iourney, lea$t I meet a hanging. <1Exeunt>1 <1sc. xii>1 <1Enter Scarrborrow.>1 2630 <1Scar.>1 Ile parley with the Deuill: I, I will, He giues his councell freely, and the cau$e He for his Clyents pleads, goes alwaies with them, He in my cau$e $hall deale then: and Ile aske him Whether a Cormorant may haue $tuft Che$ts And $ee his brother $tarue: why heele $ay I, The le$$e they giue, the more I gaine thereby. <1Enter Butler.>1 Their $oules, their $oules, theyr $oules. How now may$ter? Nay, you are my mai$ter ? 2640 Is my wiues $heets warme? Dus $he ki$$e well? <1But.>1 Good $ir. <1Scar.>1 Foe, makt not $trange for in the$e daies, Theres many men lie in theyr may$ters $heets, And $o may you in mine and yet: Your bu$ine$$e $ir? <1But.>1 Theres one in ciuill habit $ir, would $peake with you. <1$car.>1 In ciuill habite. <1But:>1 He is of $eemly ranke $ir, and cals him$elfe By the name of Doctor Baxtor of Oxford. <1$car.>1 That man vndid me, he did blo$$oms blow 2650 Who$e fruit proued poy$on, tho twas good in $hew, With him Ile parley, and di$robe my thoughts Of this wilde phren$ey that becoms me not: A table, candles, $tooles, and all things fit, I know he comes to chide me, and Ile heare him, With With our $ad conference we will call vp teares, Teach Doctors rules, in$truct $ucceeding yeares V$her him in: Heauen $pare a drop from thence wheres bounties throng Giue patience to my $oule, inflame my toung. <1Enter Doctor.>1 2660 <1Doct.>1 Good may$ter Scarborow. <1Sca.>1 You are mo$t kindly welcome, $ooth ye are. <1Doct.>1 I ha important bu$ine$$e to deliuer you. <1Sca.>1 And I haue ley$ure to attend your hearing. <1Doct.>1 Sir, you know I married you. <1Sca.>1 I know you did $ir. <1Doct.>1 At which you promi$ed both to God and men, Your life vnto your $pou$e $hould like $now, That fals to comfort, not to ouerthrow, And loue vnto your y$$ue $hould be like 2670 The deaw of heauen, that hurts not tho it $trike, When heauen and men did witne$se and record Twas an eternall oath, no idle word Heauen being plea$d therewith, ble$te you with children, And at heauens ble$sings, all good men reioyce. So that Gods chayre and foot$toole, heauen and earth Made offering at your nuptials as a knot To minde you of your vow, O breake it not? <1$car.>1 Tis very true. <1Doc.>1 Now $ir, from this your oth and band, 2680 Faiths pledge, and $eale of con$cience you ha run, Broken all contracts, and the forfeiture, Iu$tice hath now in $ute again$t your $oule, Angels are made the Iurors, who are witne$$es Vnto the oath you took, and God him$elfe Maker of marriage, he that $eald the deed, As a firme lea$e vnto you during life, Sits now as iudge of your tran$gre$sion, The world informes again$t you with this voyce, If $uch $innes raigne, what mortals can reioyce. 2690 <1$car.>1 What then en$ues to me ? <1Doc.>1 A heauy doome, who$e executions Now $erud vpon your con$cience, that euer K2 You You $hall feele plagues whom time $hall not di$$euer, As in a map your eyes $ee all your life, Bad words, wor$e deeds, falce oths, and al the iniuries, You ha done vnto your $oule, then comes your wife, Full of woes drops, and yet as full of pitty, Who tho $he $peaks not, yet her eies are $words, 2700 That cut your hart-$trings, and then your children. <1$car.>1 Oh, oho, oh. <1Doc.>1 Who what they cannot $ay talke in their lookes, You haue made vs vp but as misfortunes bookes, Whom other men may read in, when pre$ently, Taskt by your $elfe, you are not like a Theefe, A$tonied being accu$'d, but $corcht with greefe, <1$car.>1 I, I, I. <1Doct.>1 Heere $tands your wiues tears. <1$car.>1 Where ? 2710 <1Doc.>1 And you fry for them, here lie your childrens wants. <1Sca.>1 Heere ? <1Doct.>1 For which you pine in con$cience burne, And wi$h you had bin better, or nere borne. <1Scar.>1 Dus all this happen to a wretch like me. <1Doc.>1 Both this and wor$e, your $oule eternally Shall liue in torment, tho the body dy. <1Scar.>1 I $hall ha need of drinke then Butler, <1Doc.>1 Nay all your $innes are on your children laide, For the offences that the father made. 2720 <1Scar.>1 Are they Sir. <1Doc.>1 Be $ure they are. <1Enter Butler.>1 <1Scar.>1 Butler. <1But.>1 Sir? <1$car.>1 Go fetch my wife and children hether. <1But.>1 I will $ir. <1$ca.>1 Ile read a Letter to the Doct. too, hees a Deuine ? I hees a Deuine. <1But.>1 I $ee his mind is troubled, and haue made bold with dutie to reade a Letter tending to his good, haue made his Bro- thers friendes: both which I will conceale til better temper: He 2730 $ends me for his wife and children, $hall I fetch em. <1$car.>1 Hees a Deuine, and this Deuine did marry mee, thats good good, thats good, <1Doc.>1 Mai$ter Scarborrow. <1Scar.>1 Ile be with you $traight Sir, <1But.>1 I wil obey him, If any thing doth happen that is Ill, Heauen beare me record tis again$t Butlers wil. <1Exit.>1 <1$car.>1 And this Deuine did marry me, Who$e tongue $hould be the key to open truth, As Gods Amba$$ador. Deliuer, deliuer, deliuer. 2740 <1Do.>1 Mai$ter Scarborrow. <1$ca.>1 Ile be with you $traight $ir, Saluation to afflicted con$ciences, And not giue torment to contented minds, Who $hould be lamps to comfort out our way, And not like Firedrakes to lead men a$tray, I, Ile be with you $traight $ir. <1Enter Butler.>1 <1But.>1 Heres your wife and children $ir ? <1$car.>1 Giue way then, 2750 I ha my le$$on perfit, leaue vs heere <1But.>1 Yes I wil go, but I will be $o neere, To hinder the mi$hap the which I feare. <1Exit Butler.>1 <1$car.>1 Now $ir, you know this Gentlewoman ? <1Doct.>1 Kind mi$tris Scarborrow, <1Scar.>1 Nay pray you keepe your $eat, for you $hal heare, The $ame affliction you ha taught me feare, Due to your $elfe. <1Doc.>1 To me $ir. <1$car.>1 To you $ir, 2760 You matcht me to this Gentlewoman. <1Doct.>1 I know I did $ir. <1$car.>1 And you will $ay $he is my wife then. <1Doc.>1 I ha rea$on $ir, becau$e I married you. <1$car.>1 O that $uch tongues $hould ha the time to lie, Who teach men how to liue, and how to die, Did not you know my $oule had giuen my faith, In contract to another, and yet you Would ioyne this Loome vnto vnlawful twi$ts. K 3 <1Doc.>1 2770 <1Doc.>1 Sir. <1$car.>1 But $ir, You that can $ee a Mote within my eie, And with a Ca$$ocke blind your owne defects, Ile teach you this, tis better to do ill, Thats neuer knowne to vs, then of $elfe will, And the$e all the$e in thy $educing eye, As $corning life make em be glad to die. <1Doc.>1 Me Scarborrow. <1$car.>1 Heere will I write, that they which marry wiues, 2780 Vnlawfull liue with $trumpets al theyr liues, Here wil I $eale the children that are born, From wombes vncon$ecrate, euen when their $oule Has her infu$ion, it regi$ters they are foule, And $hrinkes to dwell with them, and in my clo$e, Ile $hew the world, that $uch abortiue men, Knit hands without free tongues looke red like them Stand you and you, to acts mo$t Tragicall, Heauen has dry eies, when $inne makes $inners fall. <1Doc.>1 Helpe mai$ter Scarborrow, 2790 <1Child.>1 Father. <1Ka.>1 Husband. <1Sca.>1 The$e for thy act $hould die, $he for my Clare, Who$e wounds $tare thus vpon me for reuenge. The$e to be rid from mi$ery, this from $inne, And thou thy $elfe $halt haue a pu$h among$t em, That made heauens word a pack-hor$e to thy tongue. Cote$t $cripture to make euils $hine like good, And as I $end you thus with wormes to dwell, Angels applaud it as a deed done well. <1Enter Butler.>1 2800 <1But>1 Stay him, $tay him. What will you do $ir. <1Scar.>1 Make fat wormes of $tinking carka$$es, What ha$t thou to do with it? <1Enter Ilford and his wife, the two Brothers, and Sir William Scarborrow>1 <1But.>1 Looke who are here $ir. <1Sca.>1 Iniurious villen that preuent$t me $till. <1But.>1 They are your brothers and allyance Sir. <1Scar.>1 <1Scar.>1 They are like full ordinance then, who once di$chargd, A farre off giue a warning to my $oule, That I ha done them wrong. 2810 <1$ir Wil>1 Kin$man. <1Brother and $i$ter.>1 Brother. <1Ka.>1 Husband. <1Child.>1 Father. <1$car,>1 Harke how their words like Bullets $hoot me thorow And tel mee I haue vndone em, this $ide might $ay, We are in want, and you are the cau$e of it, This points at me, yare $hame vnto your hou$e, This tung $aies nothing, but her lookes do tell, Shees married but as tho$e that liue in hel: 2820 Whereby all eies are but misfortunes pipe, Fild full of wo by me, this feeles the $tripe. <1But.>1 Yet looke Sir, Heeres your Brothers hand in hand, whom I ha knit $o. <1Wife.>1 And looke Sir heeres my husbands hand in mine, And I reioyce in him, and he in me. <1$ir wil.>1 I $ay Co$e what is pa$t, the way to bli$$e, For they know be$t to mend, that know ami$$e, <1Ka.>1 Wee kneele, forget, and $ay if you but loue vs, You gaue vs greefe for future happines. 2830 <1$car.>1 Whats al this to my Con$cience ? <1But.>1 Ea$e, promi$e of $ucceeding ioy to you, Read but this Letter. <1$ir Will.>1 Which tels you that your Lord & Guardians dead. <1But.>1 Which tels you that he knew he did you wrong, Was greeud fort, and for $atisfaction Hath giuen you double of the wealth you had. <1Bro.>1 Increa$t our portions. <1Wife.>1 Giuen me a dowry too. <1But.>1 And that he knew, 2840 Your $inne was his, the puni$hment his due. <1Sca.>1 All this is heere, Is heauen $o gracious to $inners then ? <1But.>1 Heauen is, and has his gracious eies, To giue men life not like intrapping $pies. <1$car.>1 <1$car.>1 Your hand, yours, yours, to you my $oule, to you a ki$$e, Introth I am $orry I ha $traid ami$$e, To whom $hall I be thankefull. All $ilent: None $peake: whi$t: why then to God, 2850 That giues men comfort as he giues his rod, Your portions Ile $ee paid, and I will loue you, You three Ile liue withall, my $oule $hall loue you, You are an hone$t $eruant, $ooth you are, To whom, I the$e and all mu$t pay amends, But you I will admoni$h in coole tearmes, Let not promotions hope, be as a $tring, To tie your tongue, or let loo$e it to $ting. <1Doc.>1 From hence it $hall not Sir. <1$car.>1 Then husbands thus $hal nori$h with their wiues. <1Ki$$e>1 2860 <1Ilf.>1 As thou and I will wench. Brothers in brotherly loue thus link together, <1Imbrace.>1 <1$ca.>1 Children and $eruants pay their duty thus. <1bow and kneele.>1 And all are plea$'d. <1All.>1 We are. <1$car.>1 Then if all the$e bee $o, I am new wed $o ends old marryage woe, And in your eies $o louingly being wed, We hope your hands will bring vs to our bed. FINIS.