A new way to pay old debts a comoedie as it hath beene often acted at the Phænix in Drury-Lane, by the Queenes Maiesties seruants. The author. Philip Massinger.

A new way to pay old debts a comoedie as it hath beene often acted at the Phænix in Drury-Lane, by the Queenes Maiesties seruants. The author. Philip Massinger.

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TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE ROBERT EARLE OF CARNARVAN, Master Falconer of England.

TO THE INGENIOVS AVTHOR MASTER PHILIP MASSINGER, ON HIS COMOEDIE Called, A new way to pay old Debts.

To his friend the Author.

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A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS A COMOEDIE As it hath beene often acted at the Phaenix in Drury-Lane, by the Queenes Maiesties seruants.

The Author. PHILIP MASSINGER.

LONDON, Printed by E. P. for Henry Seyle, dwelling in S. Pauls Church-yard, at the signe of the Tygers head. Anno. M. DC. XXXIII.

TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE ROBERT EARLE OF CARNARVAN, Master Falconer of England.

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MY GOOD LORD,

Pardon I beseech you my boldnesse, in presuming to shelter this Comoedie vnder the wings of your Lordships fauour, and protection, I am not ignorant (hauing neuer yet deseru'd you in my seruice) that it cannot but meete with a seuere construction, if in the clemencie of your noble disposition, you fashion not a better defence for mee, than I can fancie for my selfe. All I can alleage is, that diuers Italian [Page] Princes, and Lords of eminent rancke in England, haue not disdain'd to receaue, and read Poems of this Nature, nor am I wholy lost in my hopes, but that your Honor (who haue euer exprest your selfe a fauourer, and friend to the Muses) may vouchsafe, in your gratious acceptance of this trifle, to giue me encouragement, to present you with some labour'd worke, and of a higher straine hereafter, I was borne a deuoted seruant, to the thrice noble Family of your incomparable Lady, and am most ambitious, but with a becomming distance, to be knowne to your Lordship, which if you please to admit, I shall embrace it as a bounty, that while I liue shall oblige me to acknowledge you for my noble Patron, and professe my selfe to be

Your Honours true seruant Philip Massinger.

TO THE INGENIOVS AVTHOR MASTER PHILIP MASSINGER, ON HIS COMOEDIE Called, A new way to pay old Debts.

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TIs a rare charity, and thou couldst not

So proper to the time haue found a plot:

Yet whilst you teach to pay, you lend, the age

We wretches liue in; that to come, the stage,

The thronged audience that was thither brought

Inuited by your fame, and to be taught

This lesson. All are growne indebted more,

And when they looke for freedome ran in score.

It was a cruell courtesie to call

In hope of liberty, and then, enthr all.

The nobles are your bond-men Gentry, and

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All besides those that did not vnderstand.

They were no men of credit Banckroupts borne

Fit to be trusted with no stocke, but scorne.

You haue more wisely credited to such,

That though they cannot pay, can value much.

I am your debtor too, but to my shame

Repay you nothing backe, but your owne fame.

Henry Moody. miles.

To his friend the Author.

YOu may remember how you chid me when

I ranckt you equall with those glorious men;

Beaumont, and Fletcher: if you loue not praise

You must for beare the publishing of playes.

The craftie Mazes of the cunning plot;

The polish'd phrase; the sweet expressions; got

Neither by theft, nor violence; the conceipt

Fresh, and vnsullied; All is of weight,

Able to make the captiue Reader know

I did but iustice when I plac't you so.

A shamefast Blushing would become the brow

Of some weake Virgin writer, we allow,

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To you a kind of pride; and there where most,

Should blush at commendations, you should boast.

If any thinke I flatter, let him looke

Of from my idle trifles on thy Booke.

Thomas Iay. Miles.

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Dramatis personae.

Louell. An English Lord.

Sir Giles Ouerreach. A cruell extortioner.

Welborne.A prodigall.

Alworth. A young gentleman page to Lord Louell.

Greedy, A hungry Iustice of peace.

Marrall. A Tearme-driuer. A creature of Sir Giles Ouerreach.

Order. Amble. Furnace. Watchall.Seruants to the Lady Alworth.

Will-doe. A parson.

Tapwell. An alehouse keeper.

Three Creditors.

The Ladie Alworth. A Rich Widdowe.

Margaret. Ouerreach his daughter.

Waiting Woman.

Chambermaide.

Froth. Tapwells wife.

Actus primus, Scena prima:

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Welborne. Tapwell. Froth.

WElborne.

No bouze? nor no Tobacco?

Tapwell.

Not a sucke Sir,

Nor the remainder of a single canne

Left by a drunken porter, all night palde too.

Froth.

Not the dropping of the tappe for your mornings draught, Sir,

'Tis veritie I assure you.

Welborne.

Verity, you brach!

The Diuell turn'd precisian? Rogue what am I?

Tapwell.

Troth durst I trust you with a looking glasle,

To let you see your trimme shape, you would quit me,

And take the name your selfe.

Welborne.

How! dogge?

Tapwell.

Euen so, Sir.

And I must tell you if you but aduance,

Your plimworth cloke, you shall be soone instructed

There dwells, and within call, if it please your worship,

A potent moharch, call'd the Constable,

That does command a Citadell, call'd the Stockes;

Whose guards are certaine files of rusty Billmen,

Such as with great dexterity will hale

Your tatter'd, louzie---

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Welborne.

Rascall, slaue.

Froth.

No rage, Sir.

Tapwell.

At his owne perill, doe not put your selfe

In too much heate, there being no water neare

To quench your thirst, and sure for other liquor,

As mighty Ale, or Beere, they are things I take it

You must no more remember, not in a dreame Sir.

Wellborne.

Why thou vnthankefull villaine dar'st thou talke thus?

Is not thy house, and all thou hast my gift?

Tapwell.

I find it not in chalke, and Timothie Tapwell

Does keepe no other register.

Welborne.

Am not I Hee

Whoseriots fed, and cloth'd thee? wert thou not

Borne on my fathers land, and proud to bee

A drudge in his house?

Tapwell.

What I was Sir, it skills not,

What you are is apparent. Now for a farewel';

Since you talke of father, in my hope it will torment you,

I'le briefly tell your story. Your dead father,

My quondam master, was a man of worship,

Old Sir John Wellborne, Iustice of peace, and quorum,

And stood faire to bee Custos rotulorum;

Bare the whole sway of the shire; kep't a great house;

Relieu'd the poore, and so forth; but Hee dying,

And the twelue hundred a yeare comming to you,

Late Master Francis, but now forlorne Welborne.

Welborne.

Slaue, stoppe, or I shall lose my selfe.

Froth.

Very hardly;

You cannot out of your way.

Tapwell.

But to my story.

You were then a Lord of Akers; the prime gallant;

And I your vnder-butler; note the change now.

You had a merry time of't. Hawkes, and Hounds,

With choice of running horses; Mistrisses

Of all sorts, and all sizes; yet so hot

As their embraces made your Lordships melt;

Which your Vncle Sir Giles Ouerreach obseruing,

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Resoluing not to lose a droppe of'em,

On foolish mortgages, statutes, and bonds,

For a while suppli'd your loosenesse, and then left you.

Welborne.

Some Curate hath penn'd this inuectiue, mongrell,

And you haue studied it.

Tapwell.

I haue not done yet:

Your land gone, and your credit not worth a token,

You grew the common borrower, no man scap'd

Your paper-pelletts, from the Gentleman

To the beggers on high wayes, that sold you switches

In your gallantry.

Welborne.

I shall switch your braines out.

Tapwell.

Where poore Tim Tapwell with a little stocke

Some forty pounds or so, bought a small cottage,

Humbled my selfe to marriage with my Froth here;

Gaue entertainment.

Welborne.

Yes, to whores, and canters,

Clubbers by night.

Tapwell.

True, but they brought in profit,

And had a gift to pay for what they call'd for,

And stucke not like your mastership. The poore Income

I glean'd from them, hath made mee in my parish,

Thought worthy to bee Scauinger, and in time

May rise to be Ouerseer of the poore;

Which if I doe, on your petition Welborne,

I may allow you thirteene pence a quarter,

And you shall thanke my worship.

Welborne.

Thus you doggebolt,

And thus.

beates, and kicks him.

Tapwell.

Cry out for helpe.

Welborne.

Stirre and thou diest:

Your potent Prince the Constable shall not saue you.

Heare me vngratefull hellhound; did not I

Make purses for you? Then you lick'd my bootes,

And thought your holy day cloke too course to cleane'em.

'Twas I that when I heard thee sweare, if euer

Thou could'st arriue at forty pounds, thou would'st

Liue like an Emperour: 'twas I that gaue it,

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In ready gold. Denie this, wretch.

Tapwell.

I must Sir,

For from the tauerne to the taphouse, all

On forfeiture of their licences stand bound,

Neuer to remember who their best guests were,

If they grew poore like you.

Welborne.

They are well rewarded

That begger themselues to make such cuckolds rich.

Thou viper thanklesse viper; impudent bawde!

But since you are grow'n forgetfull, I will helpe

Your memory, and tread thee into mortar:

Not leaue one bone vnbroken.

Tapwell.

Oh.

Froth.

Aske mercie.

Enter Allworth.

Welborne.

I will not be granted.

Alworth.

Hold, for my sake hold.

Deny mee, Franke? they are not worth your anger.

Welborne.

For once thou hast redeem'd them from this scepter:

His Cudegell.

But let'em vanish, creeping on their knees,

And if they grumble, I reuoke my pardon.

Froth.

This comes of your prating husband, you presum'd

On your ambling wit, and must vse your glib tongue

Though you are beaten lame for't.

Tapwell.

Patience Froth.

There's law to cure our bruizes.

They goe off on their hands, and knees.

Welborne.

Sent to your mother?

Alworth.

My Lady, Franke, my patronesse! my all!

Shee's such a mourner for my fathers death,

And in her loue to him, so fauours mee,

That I cannot pay too much obseruance to her.

There are few such stepdames.

Welborne.

'Tis a noble widdow,

And keepes her reputation pure, and cleere

From the least taint of infamie; her life

With the splendour of her actions leaues no tongue

To Enuy, or Detraction. Prethee tell mee;

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Has shee no suitors?

Alworth.

Euen the best of the shire, Franke,

My Lord excepted. Such as sue, and send,

And send, and sue againe, but to no purpose.

Their frequent visits haue not gain'd her presence;

Yet shee's so far from fullennesse, and pride,

That I dare vndertake you shall meete from her

A liberall entertainment. I can giue you

A catalogue of her suitors names.

Welborne.

Forbeare it,

While I giue you good counsaile. I am bound to it;

Thy father was my friend, and that affection

I bore to him, in right descends to thee;

Thou art a handsome, and a hopefull youth,

Nor will I haue the least affront sticke on thee,

If I with any danger can preuent it.

Alworth.

I thanke your noble care, but pray you in what?

Doe I run the hazard?

Wellborne.

Art thou not in loue?

Put it not off with wonder.

Allworth.

In loue at my yeares?

Welborne.

You thinke you walke in clouds, but are transrent,

I haue heard all, and the choice that you haue made;

And with my finger can point out the North starre,

By which the loadstone of your follie's guided.

And to confirme this true, what thinke you of

Faire Margaret the only child, and heyre

Of Cormorant Ouerreach? does it blush? and start,

To heare her only nam'd? blush at your want

Of wit, and reason.

Alworth.

You are too bitter Sir.

Welborne.

Wounds of this nature are not to bee cur'd

With balmes, but corrosiues. I must bee plaine:

Art thou scarce manumiz'd from the porters lodge,

And yet sworne seruant to the pantophle,

And dar'st thou dreame of marriage? I feare

'Twill bee concluded for impossible,

That there is now, nor ere shall bee hereafter,

A handsome page, or players boy of fourteene,

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But either loues a Wench, or drabs loue him;

Court-waiters not exempted.

Alworth.

This is madnesse.

How ere you haue discouer'd my intents,

You know my aimes are lawfull, and ifeuer

The Queene of flowers, the glory of the spring,

The sweetest comfort to our smell, the rose

Sprang from an enuious brier, I may inferre

There's such disparitie in their conditions,

Betweene the goddesse of my soule, the daughter,

And the base churle her father.

Welborne.

Grant this true

As I beleeue it; canst thou euer hope

To enioy a quiet bed with her, whose father

Ruin'd thy state?

Alworth.

And yours too.

Welborne.

I confesse it.

True I must tell you as a friend, and freely,

That where impossibilities are apparent,

'Tis indiscretion to nourish hopes.

Canst thou imagine, (let not selfe-loue blind thee)

That Sir Giles Ouerreach, that to make her great

In swelling titles, without touch of conscience,

Will cut his neighbours throate, and I hope his owne too;

Will ere consent to make herthine? Giue or'e

And thinke of some course sutable to thy rancke,

And prosper in it.

Alworth.

You haue well aduis'd me.

But in the meane time, you that are so studious

Of my affaires, wholly neglect your owne.

Remember your selfe, and in what plight you are.

Welborne.

No matter, no matter.

Alworth.

Yes, 'tis much materiall:

You know my fortune, and my meanes, yet something,

I can spare from my selfe, to helpe your wants.

Welborne.

How's this?

Alworth.

Nay bee not angry. There's eight peeces

To put you in better fashion.

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Welborne.

Money from thee?

From a boy? a stipendary? one that liues

At the deuotion of a stepmother,

And the vncertaine fauour of a Lord?

Ile eate my armes first. Howsoe're blind fortune

Hath spent the vtmost of her malice on mee;

Though I am vomited our of an Alehouse,

And thus accoutred; know not where to eate,

Or drinke, or sleepe, but vnderneath this Canopie;

Although I thanke thee, I despise thy offer.

And as I in my madnesse broke my state,

Without th'assistance of anothers braine,

In my right wits Ile peece it; at the worst

Dye thus, and bee forgotten.

Alworth.

A strange humor.

Exeunt.

Actus primi, Scena secunda.

Order.

Amble.

Furnace.

Watchall.

ORder.

Set all things right, or as my name is Order,

And by this staffe of office that commands you;

This chaine, and dubble ruffe, Symboles of power;

Who euer misses in hi function,

For one whole weeke makes forfeiture of his breakefast,

And priuilege in the wine-seller.

Amble.

You are merrie

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Good Master Steward.

Furnace.

Let him; Ile bee angry.

Amble.

Why fellow Furnace, 'tis not twelue a clocke yet,

Nor dinner taking vp, then 'tis allow'd

Cookes by their places may bee cholericke.

Furnace.

You thinke you haue spoke wisely goodman Amble,

My Ladie's goe-before.

Order.

Nay, nay; no wrangling.

Furnace.

'Twit me with the Authority of the kitchin?

At all houres, and all places Ile be angrie;

And thus prouok'd, when I am at my prayers,

I will bee angry.

Amble.

There was no hurt meant.

Furnace.

I am friends with thee, and yet I will be angry.

Order.

With whom?

Furnace.

No matter whom: yet now I thinke on't

I am angrie with my Lady.

Watchall.

Heauen forbid, man.

Order.

What cause has she giuen thee?

Furnace.

Cause enough Master Steward.

I was entertain'd by her to please her palat,

And till she forswore eating I perform'd it.

Now since our master, noble Alworth died,

Though I cracke my braines to find out tempting sawces.

And raise fortifications in the pastrie,

Such as might serue for modells in the Low-Countries,

Which if they had beene practis'd at Breda,

Spinola might haue throwne his cap at it, & ne're tooke it.

Amble.

But you had wanted matter there to worke on.

Furnace.

Matter? with fix egges, and a strike of rie-meale

I had kep't the Towne, till doomesday, perhaps longer.

Order.

But what's this to your pet against my Lady?

Furnace.

What's this? Marrie this, when I am three parts rosted,

And the fourth part parboyld, to prepare her viands,

Shee keepes her chamber, dines with a panada,

Or water-gruell; my sweat neuer thought on.

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Order.

But your art is seene in the dining-roome.

Furnace.

By whom?

By such as pretend loue to her, but come,

To feed vpon her. Yet of all the Harpies,

That doe deuoure her, I am out of charity

With none so much, as the thinne-gutted Squire

That's stolne into commission.

Order.

Iustice Greedy:

Furnace.

The same, the same. Meate's cast away vpon him,

It neuer thriues. He holds this Paradoxe,

Who eates not well, can ner'e doe iustice well:

His stomacke's as insatiate as the graue,

Or strumpetts rauenous appetites

Watchall.

One knockes.

Alworth knockes, and enters.

Order.

Our late young master.

Amble.

Welcome, Sir.

Furnace.

Your hand,

If you haue a stomake, a cold bake-meate's ready.

Order.

His fathers picture in little.

Furnace.

We are all your seruants.

Amble.

In you he liues.

Alworth.

At once, my thankes to all

This is yet some comfort. Is my Lady stirring?

Enter the Lady Alworth, Wayting woman, Chambermaid.

Order.

Her presence answer for vs.

Lady.

Sort those silkes well?

Ile take the ayre alone.

Exeunt Waiting Woman; and Chamber-maide.

Furnace.

You aire, and aire,

But will you neuer tast but spoonemeate more?

To what vse serue I?

Lady.

Prethee be not angry,

I shall er'e long: I'the meane time, there is gold

To buy thee aprons, and a sommer suite.

Furnace.

I am appeas'd, and Furnace now growes Cooke.

Lady.

And as I gaue directions, if this morning

I am visited by any, entertaine'em

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As heretofore: but say in my excuse

I am indispos'd.

Order.

I shall, Madam.

Lady.

Doe, and leaue me.

Nay stay you Alworth.

Exeunt Order. Amble, Furnace; Watchall.

Alworth.

I shall gladly grow here,

To waite onyour commands.

Lady.

So soone turn d Courtier.

Alworth

Stile not that Courtship Madam, which is duty,

Purchas'd on your part.

Lady.

Well, you shall or'ecome;

Ile not contend in words. How is it with

Your noble master?

Alworth.

Euer like himselfe;

No scruple lessend in the full weight of honour,

He did command me (pardon my presumption)

As his vnworthy deputy to kisse

Your Ladyships faire hands.

Lady.

I am honour'd in

His fauour to mee. Does he hold his purpose

For the Low-Countreyes?

Alworth.

Constantly good Madam,

But he will in person first present his seruice.

Lad.

And how approue you of his course? you are yet,

Like virgin parchement capable of any

Inscription vitious, or honorable.

I will not force your will, but leaue you free

To your owne election.

Alworth.

Any forme, you please,

I will put on: but might I make my choice

With humble Emulation I would follow

The path my Lord markes to me.

Lady.

'Tis well answer'd,

And I commend your spirit: you had a father

(Bless'd bee his memory) that some few houres

Before the will of heauen tooke him from me,

Who did commend you, by the dearest tyes

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Of perfect loue betweene vs, to my charge:

And therefore what I speake, you are bound to heare

With such respect, as if he liu'd in me,

He was my husband, and how ere you are not

Sonne of my wombe, you may be of my loue,

Prouided you deserue it.

Allworth.

I haue found you

(Most honor'd Madam) the best mother to me,

And with my vtmost strengths of care, and seruice,

Will labour that you neuer may repent

Your bounties showr'd vpon me.

Lady.

I much hope it.

These were your fathers words. If ere my Sonne

Follow the warre, tell him it is a schoole

Where all the principles tending to honour,

Are taught if truly followed: But for such

As repaire thither, as a place, in which

They doe presume they may with licence practise

Their lusts, and riots, they shall neuer merit

The noble name of souldiers. To dare boldly

In a faire cause, and for the Countries safety

To runne vpon the cannons mouth vndaunted;

To obey their leaders, and shunne mutenies;

To beare, with patience, the winters cold,

And sommers scorching heate, and not to faint

When plenty of prouision failes, with hunger,

Are the essentiall parts make vp a souldier,

Not swearing dice, or drinking.

Alworth.

There's no syllable

You speake, but is to me an Oracle,

Which but to doubt, were impious.

Lady.

To conclude;

Beware ill company, for often men

Are like to those with whom they do conuerse,

And from one man I warn'd you, and that's Welborne:

Not cause Hee's poore, that rather claimes your pitty,

But that hee's in his manners so debauch'd,

And hath to vitious courses sold himselfe.

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'Tis true your father lou'd him, while he was

Worthy the louing, but if he had liu'd

To haue seene him as he is, he had cast him off

As you must doe.

Alworth.

I shall obey in all things.

Lady.

You follow me to my chamber, you shall haue gold

To furnish you like my sonne, and still supplied,

As I heare from you.

Alworth.

I am still your creature.

Exeunt.

Actus primi, Scena tertia.

Ouerreach.

Greedie.

Order.

Amble.

Furnace.

Watchall.

Marrall.

GReedie.

Not to be seene?

Ouerreach.

Still cloistered vp? Her reason,

I hope assures her, though she make her selfe

Close prisoner euer for her husbands losse,

'Twill not recouer him.

Order.

Sir, it is her will,

Which we that are her seruants ought to serue it,

And not dispute. How ere, you are nobly welcome,

And if you please to stay, that you may thinke so;

There came not fix dayes since from Hull, a pipe

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Ofrich Canarie, which shall spend it selfe

For my Ladies honour.

Greedie.

Is it of the right race?

Order.

Yes, Master Greedie.

Amble.

How his mouth runs or'e!

Furnace.

Ile make it run, and run. Saue your good worship.

Greedie.

Honest Master Cooke, thy hand, againe. How I loue thee:

Are the good dishes still in being? speake boy.

Furnace.

If you haue a minde to feed, there is a chine

Of beefe well seasoned.

Greedie.

Good!

Furnace.

A pheasant larded.

Greedie.

That I might now giue thanks for't.

Furnace.

Other Kukeshawes.

Besides there came last might from the forrest of Sherwood

The fattest stagge I euer cook'd.

Greedie.

A stagge man?

Furnace.

A stagge Sir part of it prepar'd for dinner,

And bak'd in puffpast.

Greedie.

Puffepast too, Sir Giles!

A ponderous chine of beefe! a pheasant larded!

And red deere too Sir Giles, and bak'd in puffepast!

All businesse set aside; let vs giue thankes here.

Furnace.

How the leane Sceleton's rap'd!

Ouerreach.

You know wee cannot.

Marrall.

Your Worships are to sit on a commission,

And if you faile to come, you lose the cause.

Greedie.

Cause me no causes. I'le proue't, for such a dinner

We may put off a commission: you shall find it

Henrici decimo quarto.

Ouerreach.

Fie Master Greedie.

Will you loose me a thousand pounds for a dinner?

No more for shame. We must forget the belly,

When we thinke of profit.

Greedy.

Well, you shall or'erule me

I could eu'n crie now. Doe you heare master Cooke.

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Send but a corner of that immortall pastie,

And I, in thankefulnesse, will by your boy

Send you a brace of three-pences.

Furn.

Will you be so prodigall?

Enter Welborne.

Ouer.

Remember me to your Lady. Who haue wee here?

Welb.

You know me:

Ouer.

I did once, but now I will not,

Thou art no blood of mine. Auant thou begger,

If euer thou presume to owne me more;

Ile haue thee cag'd, and whipp'd.

Greed.

Ile grant the warrant,

Thinke of Piecorner, Furnace.

Exeunt Ouerreach. Greedie. Marrall.

Watch.

Will you out Sir?

I wonder how you durst creepe in.

Ord.

This is rudenesse,

And sawcie impudence.

Amb.

Cannot you stay

To be seru'd among your fellowes from the basket,

But you must presle in to the hall?

Furn.

Prethee vanish

Into some outhouse, thought it be the piggestie,

My skullion shall come to thee.

Enter Allworth.

Welb.

This is rare:

Oh here's Tom. Alworth Tom.

Alw.

We must be strangers,

Nor would I haue you seene here for a million.

Exit Alworth

Welb.

Better, and better. He contemnes mee too?

Enter Woman and Chambermaide.

Wom.

Foh what a smell's here! what thing's this?

Chamb.

A creature

Made out of the priuie. Let vs hence for loues sake,

Or I shall sowne.

Wom.

I beginne to faint already.

Exeunt woman, & Chambermaide.

Watch.

Will know your way?

Amb.

Or shall wee teach it you,

By the head, and shoulders?

Welb.

No: I will not stirre.

Doe you marke, I will not. Let me see the wretch

That dares attempt to force me. Why you slaues,

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Created only to make legges, and cringe;

To carrie in a dish, and shift a trencher;

That haue not sou'es only to hope a blessing

Beyond blacke iackes, or flagons; you that were borne

Only to consume meate, and drinke, and batten

Vpon reuersions: who aduances? who

Shewes me the way?

Ord.

My Lady.

Enter Lady. Woman. Chambermaide.

Chamb.

Here's the Monster.

Wom.

Sweet Madam, keepe your gloue to your nose.

Chamb.

Or let me,

Fetch some perfumes may be predominant,

You wrong your selfe else.

Welb.

Madam, my designes

Beare me to you.

Lad.

To me?

Welb.

And though I haue met with

But ragged entertainment from your groomes here,

I hope from you to receiue that noble vsage,

As may become the true friend of your husband,

And then I shall forget these.

Lady.

I am amaz'd,

To see, and heare this rudenesse. Dar'st thou thinke

Though sworne, that it can euer find beleefe,

That I, who to the best men of this Countrey,

Deni'd my presence since my husbands death,

Can fall so low, as to change words with thee?

Thou Sonne of infamie, forbeare my house,

And know, and keepe the distance that's betweene vs,

Or, though it be against my gentler temper,

I shall take order you no more shall be

An eye-sore to me.

Welb.

Scorne me not good Lady;

But as in forme you are Angelicall

Imitate the heauenly natures, and vouchsafe

At the least awhile to heareme. You will grant

The blood that runs in this arme, is as noble

As that which fills your veines; those costly iewells,

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And those rich clothes you weare; your mens obseruance,

And womens flatterie, are in you no vertues,

Nor these ragges, with my pouerty, in me vices.

You haue a faire fame, and I know deserue it,

Yet Lady I must say in nothing more,

Than in the pious sorrow you haue show'n

For your late noble husband.

Ord.

How she starts!

Furn.

And hardly can keepe finger from the eye

To heare him nam'd.

Lady.

Haue you ought else to say?

Welb.

That husband Madam, was once in his fortune

Almost as low, as I. Want, debts, and quarrells

Lay heauy on him: let it not be thought

A boast in me, though I say, I releeu'd him.

'Twas I that gaue him fashion; mine the sword

That did on all occasions second his;

I brought him on, and off with honour, Lady:

And when in all mens iudgements he was sunke,

And in his owne hopes not to be bung'd vp,

I step'd vnto him, tooke him by the hand,

And set him vpright.

Furn.

Are not wee base Rogues

That could forget this?

Welb.

I confesse you made him

Master of your estate, nor could your friends

Though he brought no wealth with him, blame you for't.

For he had a shape, and to that shape a minde

Made vp of all parts, either great, or noble,

So winning a behauiour, not to be

Resisted, Madam.

Lad.

'Tis most true, He had.

Welb.

For his sake then, in that I was his friend,

Doe not contemne me.

Lad.

For what's past, excuse me,

I will redeeme it. Order giue the Gentleman

A hundred pounds.

Welb.

No Madam, on no termes:

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I will nor begge, nor borrow six pence of you,

But be suppli'd elsewhere, or want thus euer.

Only one suite I make, which you deny not

To strangers: and 'tis this.

Whispers to her.

Lad.

Fie, nothing else?

Welb.

Nothing; vnlesse you please to charge your seruants,

To throw away a little respect vpon mee.

Lad.

What you demand is yours.

Welb.

I thanke you, Lady.

Now what can be wrought out of such a suite,

Is yet in supposition; I haue said all,

When you please you may retire. Nay, all's forgotten,

And for a luckie Omen to my proiect,

Shake hands, and end all quarrells in the cellar.

Ord.

Agreed, Agreed.

Furn.

Still merry master Welborne.

Exeunt.

Actus secundi, Scena prima.

1

Ouerreach.

Marrall.

OVerreach.

Hee's gone I warrant thee; this

Commission crush'd him.

Marrall.

Your worship haue the way out, and ne're misse

To squeeze these vnthrifts into ayre: and yet

The chapp-falne Justice did his part, returning

For your aduantage the Certificate

Against his conscience, and his knowledge too,

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(With your good fauour) to the vtter ruine

Of the poore Farmer.

Ouer.

'Twas for these good ends

I made him a Iustice. He that bribes his bellie,

Is certaine to command his soule.

Mar.

I wonder

(Still with your licence) why, your Worship hauing

The power to put this thinne-Gut in commission,

You are not in't your selfe?

Ouer.

Thou art a foole;

In being out of Office I am out of danger

Where if I were a Iustice, besides the trouble,

I might, or out of wilfulnesse, or error,

Run my selfe finely into a Praemunire,

And so become a prey to the Informer.

No, I'le haue non of't; 'tis enough I keepe

Greedie at my deuotion: so he serue

My purposes, let him hang, or damne, I care not.

Friend-ship is but a word.

Mar.

You are all wisdome.

Ouer.

I would be worldly wise, for the other wisdome

That does prescribe vs a well-gouern'd life,

And to doe right to others, as our selues,

I value not an Atome.

Mar.

What course take you

With your good patience to hedge in the Mannour

Of your neighbour master Frugall? as 'tis sayd,

He will nor sell, nor borrow, nor exchange,

And his land lying in the mid'st of your many Lordshipps,

Is a foule blemish.

Ouer.

I haue thought on't, Marrall,

And it shall take. I must haue all men sellers,

And I the only Purchaser.

Mar.

'Tis most fit Sir.

Ouer.

I'le therefore buy some Cottage neare his, Mannour,

Which done, I'le make my men breake ope his fences;

Ride o're his standing corne, and in the night

Set fire on his barnes; or breake his cattells legges.

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These Trespasses draw on Suites, and Suites expences,

Which I can spare, but will soone begger Him.

When I haue harried him thus two, or three yeare,

Though he sue in forma pauperis, in spite

Of all his thrift, and care he'le grow behind-hand.

Mar.

The best I euer heard; I could adore you.

Ouer.

Then with the fauour of my man of Law,

I will pretend some title: Want will force him

To put it to arbitrement: then if he sell

For halfe the value, he shall haue ready money,

And I possesse his land.

Mar.

'Tis aboue wonder!

Welborne was apt to sell, and needed not

These fine arts Sir to hooke him in.

Ouer.

Well thought on.

This varlet Marrall liues too long, to vpbraide me

With my close cheate put vpon him. Will nor cold,

Nor hunger kill him?

Mar.

I know not what to thinkeon't.

I haue vs'd all meanes, and the last night I caus'd

His host the Tapster to turne him out of doores;

And haue beene since with all your friends, and tenant's,

And on the forfeit of your fauour charg'd him,

Though a crust of mouldie bread would keep him fró staruing

Yet they should not relieue him. This is done, Sir.

Ouer.

That was something, Marrall, but thou must goe further,

And suddainely Marrall.

Mar.

Where, and when you please Sir.

Ouer.

I would haue thee seeke him out, and if thou canst

Perswade him that 'tis better steale, than begge.

Then if I proue he has but rob'd a Henroost,

Not all the world shall saue him from the gallowes.

Doe any thing to worke him to despaire,

And 'tis thy Masterpeece.

Mar.

I will doe my best, Sir.

Ouer.

I am now on my maine worke with the Lord Louell,

The gallant minded, popular Lord Louell;

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The minion of the peoples loue. I heare

Hee's come into the Country, and my aimes are

To infinuate my selfe into his knowledge,

And then inuite him to my house.

Mar.

I haue you.

This points at my young Mistris.

Ouer.

She must part with

That humble title, and write honourable,

Right honorable Marrall, my right honorable daughter;

If all I haue, or e're shall get will doe it.

I will haue her well attended, there are Ladies

Of errant Knights decay'd, and brought so low,

That for cast clothes, and meate, will gladly serue her.

And 'tis my glory, though I come from the Cittie,

To haue their issue, whom I haue vndone,

To kneele to mine, as bond-slaues.

Mar.

'Tis fit state, Sir.

Ouer.

And therefore, Ile not haue a Chambermaide

That tyes her shooes, orany meaner office,

But such whose Fathers were Right worshipfull.

'Tis a rich Mans pride, there hauing euer beene

More than a Fewde, a strange Antipathie

Betweene vs, and true Gentry.

Enter Welborne.

Mar.

See, who's here, Sir.

Ouer.

Hence monster; Prodigie.

Welb.

Sir your Wifes Nephew,

Shee, and my Father tumbled in one belly.

Ouer.

Auoid my sight, thy breath's infectious, Rogue.

I shun thee as a Leprosie, or the Plague.

Come hither Marrall, this is the time to worke him.

Mar.

I warrant you, Sir.

Exit Ouer.

Welb.

By this light I thinke hee's mad.

Mar.

Mad? had you tooke compassion on your selfe,

You long since had beene mad.

Welb.

You haue tooke a course

Betweene you, and my venerable Vncle,

To make me so.

Mar.

The more pale spirited you,

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That would not be instructed. I sweare deepely.

Welb.

By what?

Mar.

By my Religion.

Welb.

Thy religion!

The Diuells Creed, but what would you haue done?

Mar.

Had there beene but one tree in all the Shire,

Nor any hope to compasse a penny Halter,

Before, like you, I had outliu'd my fortunes,

A With had sern'd my turne to hang my selfe.

I am zealous in your cause: pray you hang your selfe,

And presently, as you loue your credit.

Welb.

I thanke you.

Mar.

Will you stay till you dye in a ditch? Or lice deuoure you?

Or if you dare not doe the feate your selfe,

But that you'le put the state to charge, and trouble,

Is there no purse to bee cut? house to be broken?

Or market Women with egges that you may murther,

And so dispatch the businesse.

Welb.

Heer's varietie

I must confesse; but I'le accept of none

Of all your gentle offers, I assure you.

Mar.

Why, haue you hope euer to eate againe?

Or drinke? Or be the master of three farthings?

If you like not hanging, drowne your selfe, take some course

For your reputation.

Welb.

'Twill not do; deare tempter,

With all the Rhetorike the fien'd hath taught you.

I am as farre as thou art from despaire,

Nay, I haue Confidence, which is more than Hope,

To liue, and suddainely better than euer.

Mar.

Ha! Ha! these Castles you build in the aire

Will not perswade me, or to giue, or lend

A token to you.

Welb.

Ile be more kind to thee.

Come thou shalt dine with me.

Mar.

With you.

Welb.

Nay more, dine gratis,

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Mar.

Vnder what hedge I pray you? Or at whose cost?

Are they Padders? or Abram-men, that are your consorts?

Welb.

Thou art incredulous, but thou shalt dine

Not alone at her house, but with a gallant Lady,

With mee, and with a Lady.

Mar.

Lady! what Lady?

With the Lady of the Lake, or Queene of Fairies?

For I know, it must be an inchanted dinner.

Welb.

With the Ladie Alworth, knaue.

Mar.

Nay, now there's hope

Thy braine is crack'd.

Welb.

Marke there, with what respect

I am entertain'd.

Mar.

With choice no doubt of Dogge-whippes.

Why doest thou euer hope to pafse her Porter?

Welb.

'Tis not far off, go with me: trust thine owne eyes

Mar.

Troth in my hope, or my assurance rather

To see thee curuet, and mount like a Dogge in a blanket

If euer thou presume to passe her threshold,

I will endure thy company.

Welb.

Come along then.

Exeunt.

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Actus secundi, Scena secunda.

Alworth.

Waiting-woman.

Chambermaide.

Order.

Amble.

Furnace.

Watchall.

WOman.

Could you not command your leasure one houre longer?

Chamberm.

Or halfe an houre?

Alw.

I haue told you what my hast is:

Besides being now anothers, not mine owne,

How e're I much desire to enioy you longer,

My duty suffers, if to please my selfe

I should neglect my Lord.

Wom.

Pray you doe me the fauour

To put these few Quince-cakes into your pocket,

They are of mine owne preseruing.

Chamb.

And this Marmulade;

'Tis comfortable for your stomacke,

Wom.

And at parting

Excuse me if I begge a farewell from you.

Chamb.

You are still before me. I moue the same suite

Sir.

Kisses'em seuerally.

Furn.

How greedie these Chamberers are of a beardlesse chinne!

I thinne the Titts will rauish him.

Alw.

My seruice

To both.

Wom.

Ours waites on you.

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Chamb.

And shall doe euer.

Ord.

You are my Ladyes charge, be therefore carefull

That you sustaine your parts.

Wom.

We can beare I warrant you.

Exeunt Woman and Chambermaide.

Furn.

Here; drinke it off, the ingredients are cordiall,

And this the true Elixir; It hath boild

Since midnight for you. 'Tis the Quintessence

Of fiue Cockes of the game, ten dozen of Sparrowes,

Knuckells of Veale, Potato rootes, and Marrow;

Currall, and Ambergreece: were you two yeares elder,

And I had a Wife, or gamesame Mistrisse

I durst trust you with neither: You neede not baite

After this I warrant you; though your iourney's long,

You may ride on the strength of this till to morrow morning.

Alw.

Your courtesies ouerwhelme me: I much grieue

To part from such true friends, and yet find comfort;

My attendance on my honorable Lord

(Whose resolution holds to visit my Lady)

Will speedily bring me backe.

Knocking at the gate; Marrall and Welborne within.

Mar.

Dar'st thou venture further?

Welb.

Yes, yes, and knocke againe.

Ord.

'Tis he; disperse.

Amb.

Performe it brauely.

Furn.

I know my Cue, nere doubt me.

They go off seuerall wayes.

Watch.

Beast that I wasto make you stay: most welcome,

You were long since expected.

Welb.

Say so much

To my friend I pray you.

Watch.

For your sake I will Sir.

Mar.

For his sake!

Welb.

Mum; this is nothing.

Mar.

More than euer,

I would haue beleeu'd though I had found it in my Primer.

Alw.

When I haue giu'n you reasons for my late harshnesse,

You'le pardon, and excuse me: for, beleeue me

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Though now I part abruptly, in my seruice

I will deserue it.

Mar.

Seruice! with a vengeance!

Welb.

I am satisfied: farwell Tom.

Alw.

All ioy stay with you.

Exit Alw. Enter Amble.

Amb.

You are happily encounter'd: I yet neuer

Presented one so welcome, as I know

You will be to my Lady.

Mar.

This is some vision;

Or sure these men are mad, to worship a Dunghill;

It cannot be a truth.

Welb.

Be still a Pagan,

An vnbeleeuing Infidell, be so Miscreant,

And meditate on blanketts, and on doggewhippes.

Enter Furnace.

Furn.

I am glad you are come, vntill I know your pleasure.

I knew not how to serue vp my Ladies dinner.

Mar.

His pleasure; is it possible?

Welb.

What's thy will?

Furn.

Marry Sir, I haue some Growse, and Turkie chicken,

Some Rayles, and Quailes, and my Lady will'd me aske you

What kind of sawces best affect your palat,

That I may vse my vtmost skill to please it.

Mar.

The Diuell's enter'd this cooke, sawce for his palat!

That on my knowledge, for almost this twelue month,

Durst wish but cheeseparings, and browne bread on Sundayes.

Welb.

That way I like 'em best.

Furn.

It shall be done Sir.

Exit Furnace.

Welb.

What thinke you of the hedge we shall dine vnder?

Shall we feed gratis?

Mar.

I know not what to thinke;

Pray you make me not mad.

Enter Order.

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Ord.

This place becomes you not;

Pray you walke Sir, to the dining roome.

Welb.

I am well here

'Till her Ladiship quitts her chamber.

Mar.

Well here say you?

'Tis a rare change! but yesterday you thought

Your selfe well in a Barne, wrapp'd vp in Pease-straw.

Enter Woman, and Chamber-maide.

Wom.

O Sir, you are wish'd for.

Chamb.

My Lady dream't Sir of you.

VVom.

And the first command she gaue, after she rose

Was (her deuotions donne) to giue her notice

When you approch'd here.

Chamb.

Which is done on my vertue.

Mar.

I shall be conuerted, I begin to grow

Into a new beleefe, which Saints, nor Angells

Could haue woone me to haue faith in.

VVom.

Sir, my Lady.

Enter Lady.

Lady.

I come to meete you, and languish'd till I saw you.

This first kisse is for forme; I allow a second

To such a friend.

Mar.

To such a friend! Heau'n blesse me!

VVelb.

I am wholly yours, yet Madam, if you please

To grace this Gentleman with a salute.

Mar.

Salute me at his bidding.

VVelb.

I shall receaue it

As a most high fauour.

Lady.

Sir, you may command me.

VVelb.

Run backward from a Lady? and such a Lady?

Mar.

To kisse her foote is to poore, me a fauour;

I am vnworthy of

(Offers to kisse her foote.

Lady.

Nay, pray you rise,

And since you are so humble, I'le exalt you

You shall dine with me to day, at mine owne table.

Mar.

Your Ladiships table? I am not good enough

To sit at your Stewards boord.

Lady.

You are too modest:

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I will not be deni'd.

Enter Furnace.

Furn.

Will you still be babling;

Till your meate freeze on the table? the old tricke still.

My Art ne're thought on.

Lady.

Your arme, Master VVelborne:

Nay keep vs company.

Mar.

I was neuer so grac'd.

Exeunt VVelborne. Lady. Amble. Marrall. Woman.

Order.

So we haue play'd our parts, and are come off well.

But if I know the mistery why my Lady

Consented to it, or why Master VVelborne

Desir'd it, may I perish.

Furn.

Would I had

The roasting of his heart, that cheated him,

And forces the poore gentleman to these shiftes,

By Fire (for Cookes are Persians, and sweare by it).

Of all the griping, and extorting tyrants

I euer heard, or read of, I ne're met

A match to Sir Giles Ouerreach.

VVatch.

What will you take

To tell him so fellow Furnace?

Furn.

Iust as much

As my throate is worth, for that would be the price on't.

To haue a vsurer that starues himselfe,

And weares a cloke of one and twenty yeares

On a sute of fourteene groates, bought of the Hangman,

To grow rich, and then purchase, is too common:

But this Sir Giles feedes high, keepes many seruants,

Who must at his command doe any outrage;

Rich in his habit; vast in his expences;

Yet he to admiration still increases

In wealth, and Lordships.

Ord.

He frights men out of their Estates,

And breakes through all Law-netts, made to curbe ill men,

As they were cobwebbs. No man dares reproue him.

Such a spirit to dare, and power to doe, were neuer

Lodg'd so vnluckily.

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Amb.

Ha, ha; I shall burst.

Enter Amble.

Ord.

Containe thy selfe man.

Furn.

Or make vs partakers

Of your suddaine mirth.

Amb.

Ha, ha, my Lady has got

Such a guest at her table, this terme-driuer Marrall,

This suippe of an Attourney.

Furn.

What of him man?

Amb.

The knaue thinkes still hee's at the cookes shop in Ramme-alley,

Where the Clarkes diuide, and the Elder is to choose;

And feedes so slouenly.

Furn.

Is this all?

Amb.

My Lady

Dranke to him sor fashion sake, or to please master VVelborne.

As I liue he rises, and takes vp a dish,

In which there were some remnants of a boild capon,

And pledges her in whitebroth.

Furn.

Nay, 'tis like,

The rest of his tribe.

Amb.

And when I brought him wine,

He leaues his stoole, and after a legge or two

Most humbly thankes my worship.

Ord.

Rose already.

Amb.

I shall be chid.

Enter Lady. Welborne. Marrall.

Furn.

My Lady frownes.

Lady.

You waite well.

Let me haue no more of this, I obseru'd your icering.

Sirra, I'le haue you know, whom I thinke worthy

To sit at my table, be he ne're so meane,

When I am present, is not your companion.

Ord.

Nay shee'le preserue what's due to her.

Furn.

This refreshing

Followes your flux of laughter.

Lady.

You are master.

Of your owne will. I know so much of manners

As not to enquire your purposes, in a word

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To me you are euer welcome, as to a house

That is your owne.

Velb.

Marke that.

Mar.

With reuerence Sir,

And it like your Worship.

Welb.

Trouble your selfe no farther;

Deare Madam; my heart's full of zeale, and seruice,

How euer in my language I am sparing.

Come master Marrall.

Mar.

I attend your Worship.

Exeunt Welb. Mar.

Lad.

I see in your lookes you are sorry, and you know me

An easy mistris: bee merry; I haue forgot all.

Order, and Furnace come with me, I must giue you

Further directions.

Ord.

What you please.

Furn.

We are ready.

Actus secundi, Scena tertia.

Welborne.

Marrall.

WElborne.

I thinke I am in a good way.

Marrall.

Good Sir; the best way.

The certaine best way.

Welb.

There are casualties

That men are subiect too.

Mar.

You are aboue'em,

And as you are already Worshipfull,

I hope e're long you will increase in Worship,

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And be Right worshipfull.

Welb.

Prethee doe not flowt mee.

What I shall be, I shall be. Is't for your ease,

You keepe your hat off?

Mar.

Ease, and it like your Worship?

I hope Jacke Marrall shall not liue so long,

To proue himselfe such an vnmannerly beast,

Though it haile Hazell Nutts, as to be couer'd

When your Worshipp's present.

Welb.

Is not this a true Rogue?

aside.

That out of meere hope of a future cosnage

Can turne thus suddainely: 'tis ranke already.

Mar.

I know your Worshipp's wise, and needs no counsell:

Yet if in my desire to doe you seruice,

I humbly offer my aduice, (but still

Vnder correction) I hope I shall not

Incurre your high displeasure.

Welb.

No; speake freely.

Mar.

Then in my iudgement Sir, my simple iudgement,

(Still with your Worshipps fauour) I could wish you

A better habit, for this cannot be,

But much distastfull to the noble Lady.

(I say no more) that loues you, for this morning

To me (and I am but a Swine to her)

Before th'assurance of her wealth perfum'd you;

You sauour'd not of amber.

VVelb,

I doe now then?

Kisses the end of his cudgell,

Mar.

This your Battoone hath got a touch of it.

Yet if you please for change I haue twenty pounds here

Which, out of my true loue I presently

Lay downe at your Worshipps feet: 'twill serue to buy you

A riding suite.

Welb.

But where's the horse?

Mar.

My Gelding

Is at your seruice: nay, you shall ride me

Before your Worship shall be put to the trouble

To walke a foote. Alas, when you are Lord

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Of this Ladies mannour (as I know you will be)

You may with the lease of glebe land, call'd knaues-acre,

A place I would manure, requite your vassall.

Welb.

I thanke thy loue: but must make no vse of it,

What's twenty pounds?

Mar.

'Tis all that I can make, Sir.

Welb.

Doest thou thinke though I want clothes I could not haue 'em,

For one word to my Lady?

Mar.

As I know not that.

Welb.

Come I'le tell thee a secret, and so leaue thee.

I'le not giue her the aduantage, though she be

A gallant minded Lady, after we are married

(There being no woman, but is sometimes froward)

To hit me in the teeth, and say she was forc'd

To buy my wedding clothes, and tooke me on

With a plaine Riding-suite, and an ambling Nagge.

No, I'le be furnish'd something like my selfe.

And so farewell; for thy suite touching Knaues acre.

When it is mine 'tis thine.

Mar.

I thanke your Worship.

Exit Welb.

How was coozen'd in the calculation

Of this mans fortune, my master coozen'd too

Whose pupill I am in the art of undoing men,

For that is our profession; well, well, master Welborne

You are of a sweet nature, and fit againe to be cheated:

Which, if the fates please, when you are possess'd

Of the land, and Lady, you sans question shall be.

I'le presently thinke of the meanes.

Walke by mafing, Enter Ouerreach.

Ouer.

Sirrha, take my horse.

I'le walke to get me an appetite? 'tis but a mile,

And Exercise will keep me, from being pursie.

Ha! Marrall! is he coniuring! perhaps

The knaue has wrought the prodigall to doe

Some outrage on himselfe, and now he feeles

Compunction in his conscience for't: no matter

So it be done, Marrall.

Marrall.

Sir,

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Ouer.

How succeed we

In our plot on Welborne?

Mar.

Neuer better Sir.

Ouer.

Has he hang'd, or drown'd himselfe?

Mar.

No Sir, he liues.

Liues once more to be made a prey to you,

A greater prey than euer.

Ouer.

Art thou in thy witts?

If thou art reueale this miracle, and briefely.

Mar.

A Lady Sir, is falne in loue with him.

Ouer.

With him? what Lady?

Mar.

The rich Lady Alworth.

Ouer.

Thou Dolt; how dar'st thou speake this?

Mar.

I speake truth;

And I doe so but once a yeare, vnlesse

It be to you Sir, we din'd with her Ladyship,

I thanke his Worship.

Ouer.

His Worship!

Mar.

As I liue Sir;

I din'd with him, at the great Ladyes table,

Simple as I stand here, and saw when, she kiss'd him,

And would at his request, haue kiss'd me too,

But I was not so audacious, as some Youths are,

And dare do any thing be it ne're so absurd,

And sad after performance.

Ouer.

Why thou Rascall,

To tell me these impossibilities:

Dine, at her table? and kisse him? or thee?

Impudent Varlet. Haue not I my selfe

To whom great Countesses dores haue oft flew open,

Ten times attempted, since her husbands death

In vaine to see her, though I came --- a suitor;

And yet your good Sollicitor-ship, and rogue ---- Welborne,

Were brought into her presence, feasted with her.

But that I know thee a Dogge, that cannot blush

This most incredible lye would call vp one

On thy buttermilke cheekes.

Mar.

Shall I not trust my eyes Sir?

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Or tast? I feele her good cheere in my belly.

Ouer.

You shall feele me, if you giue not ouer Sirra,

Recouer your braines agen, and be no more gull'd

With a beggers plot assisted by the aides

Of seruing men, and chambermaides; for beyound these

Thou neuer saw'st a Woman, or I'le quit you

From my imployments.

Mar.

Will you credit this yet?

On my confidence of their marriage I offer'd Welborne

(I would giue a crowne now, I durst say his worship) --- aside

My nagge, and twenty pounds.

Ouer.

Did you so I doe?

Strikes him downe

Was this the way to worke him to despaire

Or rather to crosse me?

Mar.

Will your worship kill me?

Ouer.

No, no; but driue the lying spirit out of you.

Mar.

Hee's gone.

Ouer.

I haue done then: now forgetting,

Your late imaginerie feast, and Lady.

Know my Lord Louell dins with me to morrow,

Be carefull nought, be wanting to receaue him,

And bid my daughters women trimne her vp,

Though they paint her, so she catch the Lord, Ple thanke 'em,

There's a peece for my late blowes.

Mar.

I must yet suffer:

But there may be a time. ---- aside.

Ouer.

Doe you grumble?

Mar.

No Sir.

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Louell.

Alworth.

Seruants.

LOuell.

Walke the horses downe the hill: something in priuate,

I must impart to Alworth.

Exeunt serui.

Alw.

O my Lord,

What sacrifice of reuerence, dutie watching;

Although I could put off the vse of sleepe,

And euer waite on your commands serue 'em;

What dangers, though in ne're so horri'd shapes,

Nay death it selfe, though I should run to meet it,

Can I, and with a thankefull willingnesse suffer;

But still the retribution will fall short

Of your bounties showr'd vpon me.

Lou.

Louing Youth;

Till what I purpose be put into act,

Doe not o're-prize it, since you haue trusted me

With your soules nearest, nay her dearest secret,

Rest confident 'tis in a cabinet lock'd,

Treachery shall neuer open, I haue found you

(For so much to your face I must professe,

How er'e you guard your modesty with a blush for't)

More zealous in your loue, and seruice to me

Than I haue beene in my rewards.

Alw.

Still great ones

Aboue my merit.

Lou.

Such your Gratitude calls 'em:

Nor am I of that harsh, and rugg'd temper

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As some Great men are tax'd, with who imagine

They part from the respect due to their Honours,

If they vse not all such as follow 'em,

Without distinction of their births, like slaues.

I am not so condition'd: I can make

A fitting difference betweene my Foot-boy,

And a Gentleman, by want compell'd to serue me.

Alw.

'Tis thankefully acknowledg'd: you haue beene

More like a Father to me than a Master.

Pray you pardon the comparison.

Lou.

I allow it;

And to giue you assurance I am pleas'd in't,

My carriage and demeanor to your Mistrisse

Faire Margaret, shall truely witnesse for me

I can command my passions.

Alw.

'Tis a conquest

Few Lords can boast of when they are tempted. Oh!

Lou.

Why do you sigh? can you be doubtfull of mee?

By that faire name, I in the warres haue purchas'd,

And all my actions hitherto vntainted,

I will not be more true to mine owne Honour,

Than to my Alworth.

Alw.

As you are the braue Lord Louell,

Your bare word only giuen, is an assurance

Of more validity, and weight to me

Than all the othes bound vp with imprecations,

Which when they would deceiue, most Courtiers practize:

Yet being a man (for sure to stile you more

Would rellish of grosse flatterie) I am forc'd

Against my confidence of your worth, and vertues,

To doubt, nay more to feare.

Lou.

So young, and iealous?

Alw.

Were you to encounter with a single foe,

The victorie were certaine: but to stand

The charge of two such potent enemies,

At once assaulting you, as Wealth and Beauty,

And those too seconded with Power, is oddes

Too great for Hercules.

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Lou.

Speake your doubts, and feares,

Since you will nourish 'em in plainer language,

That I may vnderstand 'em.

Alw.

What's your will;

Though I lend armes against my felfe, (prouided

They may aduantage you) must be obeyed.

My much lou'd Lord, were Margaret only faire,

The cannon of her more than earthly forme,

Though mounted high, commanding all beneath it,

And ramn'd with bullets of her sparkeling eyes,

Of all the bulwarkes that defend your senses

Could batter more, but that which guards your sight.

But when the well tun'd accents of her tongue

Make musike to you, and with numerous sounds

Assault your hearing (such as if Vlysses

Now liu'd againe, how ere he stood the Sirens,

Could not resist) the combat must grow doubtfull,

Betweene your Reason, and rebellious Passions.

Ad this too; when you feele her touch, and breath,

Like a soft Westerne wind, when it glides o're

Arabia, creating gummes, and spices:

And in the Van, the Nectar of her lippes

Which you must tast, bring the battalia on,

Well arm'd, and strongly liu'd with her discourse,

And knowing manners, to giue entertainement,

Hyppolitus himselfe would leaue Diana,

To follow such a Uenus.

Lou.

Loue hath made you

Poeticall, Alworth.

Alw.

Grant all these beat off,

Which if it be in man to doe, you'le doe it;

Mammon in Sir Giles Ouerreach stepps in

With heapes of ill got gold, and so much land,

To make her more remarkable, as would tire

A Falcons winges in one day to fly ouer.

O my good Lord, these powerfull aydes, which would

Make a mishapen Negro beautifull,

(Yet are but ornaments to giue her lustre,

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That in her selfe is all perfection) must

Preuaile for her. I here release your trust.

'Tis happinesse, enough, for me to serue you,

And sometimes with chast eyes to looke vpon her.

Lou.

Why shall I sweare?

Alw.

O by no meanes my Lord;

And wrong not so your iudgement to the world

As from your fond indulgence to a boy,

Your page, your seruant, to refuse a blessing

Diuers Great men are riualls for.

Lou.

Suspend

Your iudgement 'till the triall. How far is it

'T Ouerreach house?

Alw.

At the most some halfe houres riding;

You'le soone be there.

Eou.

And you the sooner freed

From your iealous feares.

Alw.

O that I durst but hope it.

Exeunt.

Actus tertii, Scena secunda.

Ouerreach.

Greedie. Marrall.

Verreach.

Spare for no cost, let my Dressers cracke with the weight

Of curious viands.

Greedie.

Store indeed's no sore, Sir.

Ouer.

That prouerbe fitts your stomacke

Master Greedie.

And let no plate be seene, but what's pure gold,

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Or such whose workemanship exceeds the matter

That it is made of, let my choicest linnen

Perfume the roome, and when we wash the water

With pretious powders mix'd, so please my Lord,

That he may with enuie wish to bath so euer.

Mar.

'Twil be very chargeable.

Ouer.

Auant you Drudge:

Now all my labour'd ends are at the stake,

I'st a time to thinke of thrift? call in my daughter,

And master. Justice, since you loue choice dishes,

And plenty of 'em.

Greed.

As I doe indeed Sir,

Almost as much as to giue thankes for 'em.

Ouer.

I doe conferre that prouidence, with my power

Of absolute command to haue abundance,

To your best care.

Greed.

I'le punctually discharge it

And giue the best directions. Now am I

In mine owne conceite a Monarch, at the least

Arch-president of the boyl'd, the roast, the bak'd,

For which I will eate often, and giue thankes,

When my bellies brac'd vp like a drumme, and that's pure iustice.

Ouer.

I must bee so: should the foolish girle proue modest.

Exit Greedie.

Shee may spoile all, she had it not from me,

But from her mother, I was euer forward,

As she must bee, and therefore I'le prepare her.

Alone, and let your woemen waite without.Margaret.

Marg.

Your pleasure Sir?

Ouer.

Ha, this is a neate dressing!

These orient pearles, and diamonds well plac'd too!

The Gowne affects me not, it should haue beene

Embroider'd o're, and o're with flowers of gold,

But these rich Iewells, and quaint fashion helpe it.

And how below? since oft the wanton eye

The face obseru'd, descends vnto the foot;

Which being well proportion'd, as yours is,

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Inuites as much as perfect white, and red,

Though without art, how like you, your new Woman

The Lady Downefalne?

Marg.

Well for a companion;

Not as a seruant.

Ouer.

Is she humble Meg?

And carefull too; her Ladiship forgotten?

Marg.

I pitty her fortune.

Ouer.

Pitty her? Trample on her.

I tooke her vp in an old tamin gowne,

(Euen staru'd for want of two penny chopps) to serue thee:

And if I vnderstand, shee but repines

To doe thee any duty, though ne're so seruile,

I'le packe her to her Knight, where I haue lodg'd him,

Into the Counter, and there let 'em howle together.

Marg.

You know your owne wayes, but for me I blush

When I command her, that was once attended

With persons, not inferior to my selfe

In birth.

Ouer.

In birth? Why art thou not my daughter?

The blest child of my industrie, and wealth?

Why foolish girle, wa'st not to make thee great,

That I haue ran, and still pursue those wayes

That hale downe curses on mee, which I minde not,

Part with these humble thoughts, and apt thy selfe

To the noble state I labour to aduance thee,

Or by my hopes to see thee honorable,

I will adopt a stranger to my heyre,

And throw thee from my care, doe not prouoke mee.

Marg.

I will not Sir; mould mee which way you please.

Ouer.

How interrupted?

Enter Greedie.

Greed.

'Tis matter of importance.

The cooke Sir is selfe-will'd and will not learne

From my experience, there's a fawne brough in Sir,

And for my life I cannot make him rost it,

With a Norfolke dumpling in the belly of it.

And Sir, we wisemen know, without the dumpling

'Tis not worth three pence,

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Ouer.

Would it were whole in thy belly

To stuffe it out; Cooke it any way, prethee leaue me

Greed.

Without order for the dumpling?

Ouer.

Let it be dumpl'd

Which way thou wilt, or tell him I will scall'd him

In his owne Caldron.

Greed.

I had lost my stomake,

Had I lost my mistrisse dumpling, I'le giue thanks for.

Ouer.

But to our businesse Megge, you haue heard who dines here?

Exit Greedie.

Marg.

I haue Sir.

Ouer.

'Tis an honourable man,

A Lord, Megge, and commands a regiment

Of Souldiers, and what's rare is one himselfe;

A bold, and vnderstanding one; and to be

A Lord, and a good leader in one volume,

Is granted vnto few, but such as rise vp

The Kingdomes glory.

Enter Greedie.

Greed.

I'le resigne my office,

If I be not better obey'd.

Ouer.

Slight, art thou franticke?

Greed.

Franticke 'twould make me a franticke, and stark-mad,

Were I not a Iustice of peace, and coram too,

Which this rebellious Cooke cares not a straw for.

There are a dozen of Woodcockes.

Ouer.

Make thy selfe

Thirteene, the bakers dozen.

Greed.

I am contented

So they may be dress'd to my minde, he has found out

A new deuice for sawce, and will not dish 'em

With tosts, and butter, my Father was a Taylor,

And my name though a Iustice, Greedie Woodcocke,

And 'ere I'le see my linage so abus'd,

I'le giue vp my commission.

Ouer.

Cooke, Rogue obey him.

I haue giuen the word, pray you now remoue your selfe,

To a coller of brawne, and trouble me no farther.

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Greed.

I will, and meditate what to eat at dinner.

Exit Greedie.

Ouer.

And as I said Meg, when this gull disturb'd vs;

This honourable Lord, this Collonell

I would haue thy husband.

Mar.

There's too much disparity

Betweene his quality, and mine to hope it.

Ouer.

I more then hope't, and doubt not to effect it,

Be thou no enemy to thy selfe, my wealth

Shall weigh his titles downe, and make you equalls.

Now for the meanes to assure him thine; obserue me;

Remember hee's a Courtier, and a Soldier

And not to be trifl'd with, and therefore when

He comes to woe you, see you, doe not coye it.

This mincing modesty hath spoyl'd many a match

By a first refusall, in vaine after hop'd for.

Mar.

You'le haue mee Sir, preserue the distance, that

Confines a Virgin?

Ouer.

Virgin me no Virgins.

I must haue you lose that name, or you lose me,

I will haue you priuate, start not, I say priuate,

If thou art my true daughter, not a bastard

Thou wilt venture alone with one man, though he came

Like Iupiter to Semele, and come off too.

And therefore when he kisses you, kisse close.

Marg.

I haue heard this is the strumpetts fashion Sir,

Which I must neuer learne.

Ouer.

Learne any thing,

And from any creature that may make thee great;

From the Diuell himselfe.

Marg.

This is but Diuelish doctrine.

Ouer.

Or if his blood grow hot, suppose he offer

Beyond this, doe not you stay 'till it coole,

But meete his ardor, if a couch be neare,

Sit downe on't, and inuite him.

Marg.

In your house?

Your owne house Sir, for heau'ns sake, what are you then?

Or what shall I be Sir?

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Ouer.

Stand not on forme,

Words are no substances.

Marg.

Though you could dispence

With your owne Honour; cast a side Religion,

The hopes of heauen, or feare of hell; excuse mee

In worldly policie, this is not the way

To make me his wife, his whore I grant it may doe.

My maiden Honour so soone yeelded vp,

Nay prostituted, cannot but assure him

I that am light to him will not hold weight

When he is tempted by others: so in iudgement

When to his lust I haue giuen vp my honour

He must, and will forsake me,

Ouer.

How? forsake thee?

Doe I weare a sword for fashion? or is this arme

Shrunke vp? or wither'd? does there liue a man

Of that large list I haue encounter'd with.

Can truly say I e're gaue inch of ground,

Not purchas'd with his blood, that did oppose me?

Forsake thee when the thing is done? he dares not.

Giue me but proofe, he has enioy'd thy person,

Though all his Captaines, Eccho's to his will,

Stood arm'd by his side to iustify the wrong,

And he himselfe in the head of his bold troope,

Spite of his Lordship, and his Collonelship,

Or the Iudges fauour, I will make him render

A bloody and a strict accompt, and force him

By marrying thee, to cure thy wounded honour;

I haue said it.

Enter Marrall.

Mar.

Sir, the man of Honors come

Newly alighted.

Ouer.

In; without reply

And doe as I command, or thou art lost.

Exit Marg.

Is the lowd musicke I gaue order for

Readie to receiue him?

Mar.

'Tis Sir.

Ouer.

Let'em sound

A princely welcome, Roughnesse a while leaue me,

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For fawning now, a stranger to my nature

Must make way for mee.

Loud musicke. Enter Louell. Greed. Alw. Mar.

Lou.

Sir, you meete your trouble.

Ouer.

What you are pleas'd to stile so is an honor

Aboue my worth, and fortunes.

Alw.

Strange, so humble.

Ouer.

A iustice of peace my Lord. Presents Greedie to him.

Lou.

Your hand good Sir.

Greed.

This is a Lord; and some thinke this a fauour;

But I had rather haue my hand in my dumpling.

Ouer.

Roome for my Lord.

Lou.

I misse Sir your faire daughter,

To crowne my welcome.

Ouer.

May it please my Lord

To taste a glasse of Greeke wine first, and suddainely

She shall attend my Lord.

Lou.

You'le be obey'd Sir.

Exeunt omnes preter Ouer.

Ouer.

'Tis to my wish; assoone as come aske for her!

Why, Megge? Megge Ouerreach. how! teares in your eies!

Ha! drie'em quickely, or I'le digge'em out.

Is this a time to whimper? meete that Greatnesse

That flies into thy bosome, thinke what'tis

For me to say, My honorable daughter.

And thou, when I stand bare, to say put on,

Or father you forget your selfe, no more,

But be instructed, or expect, he comes.

A blacke-brow'd girle my Lord,

Enter Louell. Greedie Alworth. Marrall. they salute.

Lou.

As I liue a rare one.

Alw.

Hee's tooke already: I am lost.

Ouer.

That kisse,

Came twanging off I like it, quit the roome:

The rest off.

A little bashfull my good Lord, but you

I hope will teach her boldnesse.

Lou.

I am happy

In such a scholler: but.

Ouer.

I am past learning.

And therefore leaue you to your selues: remember---

to his daughter.

Exit Ouerreach.

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Lou.

You see faire Lady, your father is sollicitous.

To haue you change the barren name of Virgin

Into a hopefull wife.

Marg.

He hast my Lord,

Holds no power o're my will.

Lou.

But o're your duty.

Marg,

Which forc'd too much may breake.

Lou.

Bend rather sweetest:

Thinke of your yeares.

Marg.

Too few to match with yours:

And choicest fruites too soone plucked, rot, and wither.

Lou.

Doe you thinke I am old?

Marg.

I am sure I am too young.

Lou.

I can aduance you.

Marg.

To a hill of sorrow,

Where euery houre I may expect to fall,

But neuer hope firme footing. You are noble,

I of a low descent, how euer rich;

And tissues match'd with skarlet fuite but ill.

O my good Lord I could say more, but that

I dare not trust these walls.

Lou.

Pray you trust my eare then.

Enter Ouer. listning. Enter Greed.

Ouer.

Close at it! whispering! this is excellent!

And by their postures, a consent on both parts.

Greed.

Sir Giles, Sir Giles.

Ouer.

The great fiend stop that clapper.

Greed.

It must ring out Sir, when my belly rings noone

The back'd meates are run out, the rost turn'd powder.

Ouer.

I shall powder you.

Greed.

Beate me to dust I care not.

In such a cause as this, I'le dye a martyr.

Ouer.

Marry and shall: you Barathrum of the shambells.

strikes him.

Greed.

How! strike a Justice of peace? 'tis pettietreason.

Edwardi quinto, but that you are my friend

I could commit you without bayle, or maine-prise.

Ouer.

Leaue your balling Sir, or I shall commit you;

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Where you shall not dine to day, disturbe my Lord,

When he is in discourse?

Greed.

I'st a time to talke

When we should be munching?

Lou.

Ha! I heard some noise.

Ouer.

Mum, villaine, vanish: shall we breake a bargaine

Almost made vp.

Thrust Greedie off.

Lou.

Lady, I vnderstand you;

And rest most happy in your choice, beleeue it,

I'le be a carefull pilot to direct

Your yet vncertaine barke to a port of safety.

Marg.

So shall your Honor saue two liues, and bind vs

Your slaues for euer.

Lou.

I am in the act rewarded,

Since it is good, how e're you must put on

And amorous carriage towards me, to delude

Your subtle father.

Marg.

I am proue to that.

Lon.

Now breake wee off our conference. Sir Giles.

Where is Sir Giles?

Enter Ouerreach, and the rest.

Ouer.

My noble Lord; and how

Does your Lordship find her?

Lou.

Apt Sir Giles, and comming,

And I like her the better.

Ouer.

So doe I too.

Lou.

Yet should we take forts at the first assault

Twere poore in the defendant, I must confirme her

With a loue letter or two, which I must haue

Deliuer'd by my page, and you giue way too't.

Ouer.

With all my soule, a towardly Gentleman,

Your hand good master Alworth, know my house

Is euer open to you.

Alw.

'Twas shut 'till now.

aside.

Ouer.

Well done, well done, my honorable daughter:

Th'art so already: know this gentle youth,

And cherish him my honorable daughter.

Mar.

I shall with my best care.

Noise within as of a coch.

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Ouer.

A Coch.

Greed.

More stops

Before we goe to dinner! o my gutts!

Enter Ladie, and Welborne.

Lad.

If I find welcome

You share in it; if not I'le backe againe,

Now I know your ends, for I come arm'd for all

Can be obiected.

Lou.

How! the Lady Alworth!

Ouer.

And thus attended!

Mar.

No, I am a dolt;

Louell salutes the Lady, the Ladie salutes Margaret.

The spirit of lyes had entred me.

Ouer.

Peace Patch,

'Tis more than wonder! an astonishment

That does possesse me wholly!

Lou.

Noble Lady,

This is a fauour to preuent my visit,

The seruice of my life can neuer equall.

Lad.

My Lord, Ilay'd waite for you, and much hop'd

You would haue made my poore house your first Inne:

And therefore doubting that you might forget me,

Or too long dwell here hauing such ample cause

In this vnequall'd beauty for your stay;

And fearing to trust any but my selfe

With the relation of my seruice to you,

I borrow'd so much from my long restraint,

And tooke the ayre in person to inuite you.

Lou.

Your bounties are so great they robbe me, Madam

Of words to giue you thankes.

Lad.

Good Sir Giles Ouerreach.

salutes him.

How doest thou Marrall? lik'd you my meate so ill,

You'le dine no more with me?

Greed.

I will when you please

And it like your Ladiship.

Lad.

When you please master Greedie

If meat can doe it, you shall be satisfied,

And now my Lord, pray take into your knowledge

This Gentleman, how e're his outsid's course.

Presents Welborne.

His inward linings are as fine, and faire,

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As any mans: wonder not I speake at large:

And howsoe're his humor carries him

To be thus accoutred; or what taint soeuer

For his wild life hath stucke vpon his fame,

He may e'relong, with boldnesse rancke himselfe

With some that haue contemn'd him. Sir Giles Ouerreach

If I am welcome bid him so.

Ouer.

My nephew.

He has beene too long a stranger: faith you haue:

Pray let it bee mended,

Louell conferring with Welborne.

Mar.

Why Sir, what doe you meane?

This is rogue Welborne, Monster, Prodigie.

That should hang, or drowne himselfe, no man of Worship,

Much lesse your Nephew;

Ouer.

Well Sirra, we shall reckon

For this here after.

Mar.

I'le not lose my ieere

Though I be beaten dead for't.

Welb.

Let my silence plead

In my excuse my Lord till better leasure

Offer it selfe to heare a full relation

Of my poore fortunes.

Lou.

I would heare, and helpe'em.

Ouer.

Your dinner waites you.

Lou.

Pray you lead, we follow.

Lad.

Nay you are my ghest, come deere master Welborne.

Exeunt manet Gredie.

Greed.

Deare master Welborne! So shee said; Heau'n! heau'n!

If my belly would giue me leaue I could ruminate

All day on this: I haue granted twenty warrants.

To haue him committed from all prisons in the Shire,

To Nottingham iayle; and now deare master Welborne!

And my good nephew, but I play the foole

To stand here prating, and forget my dinner.

Are they set Marrall?

Enter Marrall.

Mar.

Long since, pray you a word Sir.

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Greed.

No wording now.

Mar.

In troth, I must; my master

Knowing you are his good friend, makes bold with you,

And does intreat you, more ghests being come in,

Then he expected, especially his nephew,

The table being full too, you would excuse him

And suppe with him on the cold meate.

Greed.

How! no dinner

After all my care?

Mar.

'Tis but a pennance for

A meale; besides, you broke your fast.

Greed.

That was

But a bit to stay my stomacke: a man in Commission

Giue place to a tatterdemallion?

Mar.

No bugge words Sir,

Should his Worship heare you?

Greed.

Lose my dumpling too?

And butter'd tosts, and woodcocks?

Mar.

Come, haue patience.

If you will dispense a little with your Worship,

And sit with the waiting woemen, you haue dumpling,

Woodcocke, and butter'd costs too.

Greed.

This reuiues me

I will gorge there sufficiently.

Mar.

This is the way Sir.

Exeunt.

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Actus tertii, Scena tertia.

Ouerreach as from dinner.

Verreach.

Shee's caught! O woemen! she neglects my Lord,

And all her complements appli'd to Welborne!

The garments of her widdowhood lay'd by,

She now appeares as glorious as the spring,

Her eyes fix'd on him; in the wine shee drinkes,

He being her pledge; she sends him burning kisses,

And sitts on thornes, till she be priuate with him.

She leaues my meate to feed vpon his lookes;

And if in our discourse he be but'tnam'd

From her a deepe sigh followes, but why grieue I

At this? it makes for me, if she proue his

All that is hers is mine, as I will worke him.

Enter Marrall.

Mar.

Sir the whole boord is troubled at your rising.

Ouer.

No matter, I'le excuse it, prethee Marrall,

Watch an occasion to inuite my Nephew

To speake with me in priuate.

Mar.

Who? the rogue,

The Lady scorn'd to looke on?

Ouer.

You are a Wagge

Enter Lady and Welborne.

Mar.

See Sir shee's come, and cannot be without him.

Lad.

With your fauour Sir, after a plenteous dinner,

I shall make bold to walke, a turne, or two

In your rare garden.

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Ouer.

There's an arbor too

If your Ladieship please to vse it

Lad.

Come master Welborne.

Exeunt Lady and Welborne.

Ouer.

Grosser, and grosser, now I beleeue the Poet

Fain'd not but was historicall, when he wrot.

Pasiphae was enamour'd of a bull,

This Ladies lust's more monstrous. My good Lord,

Excuse my manners.

Enter Louell, Margaret and the rest

Lou.

There needes none Sir Giles,

I may e're long say Father, when it pleases

My dearest mistresse to giue warrant to it.

Ouer.

She shall seale to it my Lord, and make me happy.

Marg.

My Lady is return'd.

Enter Welb. and the Lad,

Lad.

Prouide my coach,

I'le instantly away: my thanks Sir Giles

For my entertainment.

Ouer.

'Tis your Noblenesse

To thinke it such.

Lad.

I must doe you a further wrong

In taking away your honorable Ghest.

Lou.

I waite on you Madam, farwell good Sir Giles.

Lad.

Good mistresse Margaret: nay come master Welborne,

I must not leaue you behind, in sooth I must not.

Ouer.

Robbe me not Madam, of allioyes at once

Let my Nephew stay behind: he shall haue my coach,

(And after some small conference betweene vs)

Soone ouertake your Ladyship.

Lad.

Stay not long Sir.

Lou.

This parting kisse: you shall euery day heare from me

By my faithfull page.

Alw.

'Tis a seruice I am proud of.

Exeunt. Louell. Lady. Alworth. Margaret. Marrall.

Ouer.

Daughter to your chamber. You may wonder Nephew,

After so long an enmity betweene vs.

I should desire your friendship?

Well: so I doe Sir

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'Tis strange to me.

Ouer.

But I'le make it no wonder,

And what is more vnsold my nature to you,

We worldly men, when wee see friends, and kinsmen,

Past hope suncke in their fortunes, lend no hand

To lift'em vp, but rather set our feer

Vpon their heads, to presse'em to the bottome;

As I must yeeld, with you I practis'd it.

But now, I see you in a way to rise,

I can and will assist you, this rich Lady

(And I am glad of't) is enamour'd of you;

'Tis too apparent Nephew.

Welb.

No such thing:

Compassion rather Sir.

Ouer.

Well in a word,

Because your stay is short, I'le haue you seene

No more in this base shape; nor shall shee say

She married you like a begger, or in debt.

Welb.

Hee'le run into the noose, and saue my labour. aside.

Ouer.

You haue a trunke of rich clothes, not far hence

In pawne, I will redeeme'em, and that no clam [...]

May taint your credit for your petty debts,

You shall haue a thousand pounds to cut'em off,

And goe a freeman to the wealthy Lady.

Welb.

This done Sir out of loue, and no ends else.

Ouer.

As it is Nephew.

Welb.

Bindes my still your seruant.

Ouer.

No complements; you are stay'd for e're y'aue supp'd

You shall heare from me, my coach Knaues for my Nephew:

To morrow I will visit you.

Welb.

Heer's an Vncle

In a mans extreames! how much they doe belye you

That say you are hard-harted.

Ouer.

My deeds nephew

Shall speake my loue, what men report, I waigh not.

Exeunt.

finis Actus tertii.

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1

Louell. Alworth.

LOuell.

'Tis well: giue me my cloke: I now discharge you

From further seruice. Minde your owne affaires,

I hope they will proue successefull.

Alw.

What is blest

With your good wish my Lord, cannot but prosper,

Let after-times report, and to your Honor

How much I stand engag'd, for I want language

To speake my debt: yet if a teare, or two

Of ioy for your much goodnesse, can supply

My tongues defects I could.

Lou.

Nay, doe not melt:

This ceremoniall thankes to mee's superfluous.

Ouerreach

within. Is my Lord stirring?

Lou.

'Tis he, oh here's your letter: let him in.

Enter Ouer, Gred. Mar.

Ouer.

A good day to my Lord.

Lou,

You are an early riser,

Sir Giles.

Ouer.

And reason to attend your Lordship.

Lou.

And you too master Greedie, vp so soone?

Greed.

In troth my Lord after the Sun is vp

I cannot sleep, for I haue a foolish stomacke

That croakes for breakefast. With your Lordships fauour;

I haue a serious question to demand

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Of my worthy friend Sir Giles.

Lou.

Pray you vse your pleasure.

Greed.

How far Sir Giles, and pray you answer me,

Vpon your credit, hold you it to be

From your Mannor house, to this of my Lady Alworths.

Ouer.

Why some foure mile.

Greed.

How! foure mile? good Sir Giles.

Vpon your reputation thinke better

For if you doe abate but one halfe quarter

Of fiue you doe yourselfe the greatest wrong

That can be in the world: for foure miles riding

Could not haue rais'd so huge an appetite

As I feele gnawing on me.

Mar.

Whither you ride,

Or goe a foote, you are that way still prouided

And it please your Worship.

Ouer.

How now Sirra? prating

Before my Lord: no difference? go to my Nephew;

See all his debts discharg'd, and help his Worship

To fit on his rich suite.

Mar.

I may fit you too;

Toss'd like a dogge still.

Exit Marrall.

Lou.

I haue writt this morning

A few lines to my mistresse your faire daughter.

Ouer.

'Twill fire her, for shee's wholy yours already:

Sweet master Alworth, take my ring 'twill carry you

To her presence I dare warrant you, and there pleade

For my good Lord, if you shall find occasion.

That done, pray ride to Nottingham, get a licence,

Still by this token, I'le haue it dispatch'd,

And suddainely my Lord, that I may say

My honorable, nay, right honorable daughter,

Greed.

Take my aduice young Gentleman: get your breakefast.

'Tis vnholsome to ride fasting, I'le eate with you

And eate to purpose.

Ouer.

Some Furies in that gut:

Hungry againe! did you not deuoure this morning,

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A shield of Brawne, and a barrell of Colchesier oysters?

Greed.

Why that was Sir; only to scoure my stomacke,

A kind of a preparatiue. Come Gentleman

I will not haue you feed like the Hangman of Vllushing

Alone, while I am here.

Lou.

Hast your returne.

Alw.

I will not faile my Lord.

Greed.

Nor I to line

My Christmas coffer.

Exeunt Greedy and Alworth.

Ouer.

To my wish, we are priuate.

I come not to make offer with my daughter

A certaine portion, that were poore, and triuiall.

In one word I pronounce all that is mine,

In lands, or leases, ready coine, or goods,

With her, my Lord comes to you, nor shall you haue

One motiue to induce you to beleeue,

I liue too long, since euery yeare I'le add

Something vnto the heape, which shall be yours too.

Lou.

You are a right kind father.

Ouer.

You shall haue reason

To thinke me such, how doe you like this seate?

It is well wooded, and well water'd, the Acres

Fertile, and rich; would it not serue for change

To entertaine your friends in a Sommer progresse?

What thinkes my noble Lord?

Lou.

'Tis a wholesome aire,

And well built pile, and she that's mistresse of it

Worthy the large reuennue.

Ouer.

'Shee the mistresse?

It may be so for a time: but let my Lord

Say only that he likes it, and would haue it,

I say e're long 'tis his.

Lou.

Impossible.

Ouer.

You doe conclude too fast, not knowing me;

Nor the engines that I worke by, 'tis not alone

The Lady Alworths Lands, for those once Welbornes,

(As by her dotage on him, I know they will be,)

Shall soone be mine. but point out any mans

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In all the Shire, and say they lie conuenient,

And vsefull for your Lordship, and once more

I say aloud, They are yours.

Lou.

I dare not owne

What's by vniust, and cruell meanes extorted

My fame, and credit are more deare to me,

Than so to expose 'em to be censur'd by

The publike voice.

Ouer.

You run my Lord no hazard.

Your reputation shall stand as faire

In all good mens opinions as now:

Nor can my actions, though condemn'd for ill,

Cast any foule aspersion vpon yours;

For though I doe contemne report my selfe,

As a meere sound, I still will be so tender

Of what concernes you in all points of Honour,

That the immaculate whitenesse of your Fame,

Nor your vnquestion'd integrity

Shall e're be sullied with one taint, or spot

That may take from your innocence, and candor,

All my ambition is to haue my daughter

Right honorable, which my Lord can make her.

And might I liue to dance vpon my knee

A young Lord Louell, borne by her vnto you,

I write nil vltra to my proudest hopes.

As for possessions, and annuall rents

Equiualent to maintaine you in the port,

Your noble birth, and present state requires,

I doe remoue that burthen from your shoulders,

And take it on mine owne: for though I [...]me

The Country to supply your riotous wast,

The scourge of prodigalls want shall neuer find you.

Lou.

Are you not frighted with the imprecations,

And curses, of whole families made wretched

By your sinister practises?

Ouer.

Yes as rocks are

When foamie billowes split themselues against

Their flinty ribbes; or as the Moone is mou'd,

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When wolues with hunger pin'd, howle at her brightnesse.

I am of a solid temper, and like these

Steere on a constant course: with mine owne sword

If call'd into the field, I can make that right,

Which fearefull enemies murmur'd at as wrong.

Now for, these other pidling complaints

Breath'd out in bitternesse, as when they call me

Extortioner, Tyrant, Cormorant, or Intruder

On my poore Neighbours right, or grand incloser

Of what was common, to my priuate vse;

Nay, when my cares are pierc'd with Widdowes cries,

And vndon Orphants wash with teares my threshold;

I only thinke what 'tis to haue my daughter

Right honorable; and 'tis a powerfull charme

Makes me insensible of remorse, or pitty,

Or the least sting of Conscience.

Lou.

I admire

The toughnesse of your nature.

Ouer.

'Tis for you

My Lord, and for my daughter, I am marble

Nay more more if you will haue my character

In little, I enioy more true delight

In my arriuall to my wealth, these darke,

And crooked wayes, than you shall e're take pleasure

In spending what my industry hath compass'd.

My hast commands me hence, In one word therefore

Is it a Match?

Lou.

I hope that is past doubt now.

Ouer.

Then rest secure, not the hate of all mankind here;

Nor feare of what can fall on me hereafter,

Shall make me studie ought but your aduancement,

One story higher. An Earle! if gold can do it.

Dispute not my religion, nor my faith,

Though I am borne thus headlong by my will,

You may make choice of what beleefe you please,

To me they are equall, so my Lord good morrow.

Exit.

Lou.

Hee's gone, I wonder how the Earth can beare

Such a portent! I, that haue liu'd a Souldier,

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And stood the enemies violent charge vndaunted

To heare this blasphemous beast, a'm bath'd all ouer

In a cold sweat: yet like a mountaine he

Confirm'd in Atheisticall assertions,

Is no more shaken, than Olimpus is

When angry Boreas loades his double head

With suddaine drifts of snow.

Enter Amble. Lady. Woman.

Lad.

Saue you my Lord.

Disturbe I not your priuacie?

Lou.

No good Madam;

For your owne sake I am glad you came no sooner.

Since this bold, bad man, Sir Giles Ouerreach

Made such a plaine discouerie of himselfe,

And read this morning such a diuellish Matins,

That I should thinke it a sinne next to his;

But to repeat it.

Lad.

I ne're press'd my Lord

On others priuacies, yet against my will,

Walking, for health sake, in the gallerie

Adioyning to your lodgings, I was made

(So vehement, and loud he was) partaker

Of his tempting offers.

Lad.

Please you to command

Your seruants hence, and I shall gladly heare

Your wiser counsell.

Lad.

'Tis my Lord a womans

But true, and hearty; wait in the next roome,

But be within call: yet not so neere to force me

To whisper my intents.

Amb.

We are taught better

By you good Madam.

Wom.

And well know our distance.

Lad.

Doe so, and talke not't will become your breeding.

Exeunt, Amble and Woman.

Now my good Lord; if I may vse my freedome,

As to an honour'd friend?

Lou.

You lessen else

Your fauour to me.

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Lad.

I dare then say thus;

As you are Noble (how e're common men

Make sordid wealth the obiect, and sole end

Of their industrious aimes) 'twill not agree

With those of eminent blood (who are ingag'd

More to prefer their Honours, than to increase

The State left to 'em, by their Ancestours)

To study large additions to their fortunes

And quite neglect their births: though I must grant

Riches well got to be a vsefull Seruant)

But a bad Master.

Lou.

Madam, 'tis confessed;

But what infer you from it?

Lad.

This my Lord;

That as all wrongs, though thrust into one scale

Slide of themselues off, when right fills the other,

And cannot bide the triall: so all wealth

(I meane if ill acquir'd) cemented to Honor

By vertuous wayes atchieu'd, and brauely purchas'd,

Is but as rubbage powr'd into a riuer

(How e're intended to make good the bancke)

Rendring the water that was pure before,

Polluted, and vnholsome. I allow

The heire of Sir Giles Ouerreash. Margaret.

A maide well qualified, and the richest match

Our North part can make boast of, yet she cannot

With all that she brings with her fill their mouthes,

That neuer will forget who was her father;

Or that my husband Alworths lands, and Welbornes

(How wrunge from both needs now no repetition)

Were reall motiue, that more work'd your Lordship

To ioyne your families; than her forme, and vertues.

You may conceaue the rest.

Lou.

I doe sweet Madam;

And long since haue consider'd it I know

The summe of all that makes a iust man happy

Consists in the well choosing of his wife

And there well to discharge it, does require

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Equality of yeares, of birth, of fortune,

For beauty being poore, and not cried vp

By birth or wealth, can truely mixe with neither.

And wealth, where there's such difference in yeares,

And faire descent, must make the yoke vneasie:

But I come neerer.

Lad.

Pray you doe my Lord.

Lou.

Were Ouerreach, stat's thrice centupl'd; his daughter

Millions of degrees, much fairer than she is,

(How e're! might vrge presidents to excuse me)

I would not so adulterate my blood

By marrying Margaret, and so leaue my issue

Made vp of seuerall peeces, one part skarlet

And the other London-blew. In my owne tombe

I will interre my name first.

Lad.

I am glad to heare this:

aside.

Why then my Lord pretend you marriage to her?

Dissimulation but tyes false knots

On that straite line, by which you hitherto

Haue measur'd all your actions?

Lou.

I make answer

And aptly, with a question. Wherefore haue you,

That since your Husbands death, haue liu'd a strict,

And chaste Nuns life, on the suddaine giu'n your selfe

To visits, and entertainments? thinke you Madam

'Tis not growge publike conference? or the fauours

Which you too prodigally haue throwne on Welborne

Being too reseru'd before, incurre not censure?

Lad.

I am innocent heere, and on my life I sweare

My ends are good.

Lou.

On my soule so are mine

To Margaret: but leaue both to the euent

And since this friendly priuacie does serue

But as an offer'd meanes vnto our selues

To search each other farther; you hauing showne

Your care of mee, I, my respect to you;

Denie me not, but still in chaste words Madam

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An after-noones discourse.

Lad.

So I shall heare you.

Actus quarti, Scena secunda.

Tapwell.

Froth.

Apwell.

Vndone, vndone! this was your counsaile, Froth.

Froth.

Mine! Idefie thee, did not master Marrall

(He has marr'd all I am sure) strictly command vs

(On paine of Sir Giles Ouerreach displeasure)

[...]o turne the Gentleman out of dores?

Tapw.

'Tis true

But now hee's his Vncles darling, and has got

Master Iustice Greedy (since he fill'd his belly)

At his commandement, to doe any thing;

Woe, woe to vs.

Froth.

He may proue mercifull.

Tap.

Troth, we do not deserue it at his hands:

Though he knew all the passages of our house;

As the receiuing of stolne goods, and bawdrie

When he was rogue Welborne, no man would beleeue him,

And then his information could not hurt vs.

But now he is right Worshipfull againe,

Who dares but doubt his testimonie? me thinkes

I see thee Froth already in a cart

For a close Bawde, thine eyes cu'n pelted out

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With durt, and rotten egges, and my hand hissing

(If I scape the halter) with the letter R.

Printed vpon it.

Froth.

Would that were the worst:

That were but nine dayes wonder, as for credit

We haue none to lose; but we shall lose the money

He owes vs and his custome, there's the hell on't.

Tap.

He has summon'd all his Creditours by the drum,

And they swarmo about him like so many souldiers

On the pay day, and has found out such a new way

To pay his old debts, as 'tis very likely

He shall be chronicl'd for it.

Froth.

He deserues it

More than ten Pageants. But are you sure his Worship

Comes this way to my Ladies?

A cry within, braue Master Welborne.

Tapw.

Yes I heare him.

Froth.

Be ready with your petition and present it

To his good Grace.

Enter Welb. in a rich habit, Greed. Ord. Furn. three Creditors: Tapw. kneeling deliuers his bill of debt.

Welb.

How's this! petition'd too?

But note what miracles, the payment of

A little trash, and a rich suite of clothes

Can worke vpon these Rascalls. I shall be

I thinke prince Welborne.

Mar.

When your Worships married

You may be, I know what I hope to see you.

Welb.

Then looke thou for aduancement.

Mar.

To be knowne

Your Worships Bayliffe is the marke I shoot at.

Welb.

And thou shalt hit it.

Mar.

Pray you Sir dispatch

These needie followers, and for my admittance

Prouided you'l defend me from Sir Giles.

This interim, Tapwell and Froth flattering & bribing iustice Greedy.

Whose seruice I am weary of I'le say something

You shall giue thankes for.

Welb.

Feare me not Sir Giles

Greed.

Who? Tapwell? I remember thy wife brought me

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Last new yeares tide, a couple of fat turkies.

Tapw.

And shall doe euery Christmas, let your Worship

But stand my friend now.

Greed.

How? with master Welborne?

I can doe any thing with him, on such termes;

See you this honest couple: they are good soules

As euer drew out fosset, haue they not

A payre of honest faces?

Welb.

I o're heard you,

And the bribe he promis'd, you are cousend in 'em,

For of all the scumme that grew rich by my riots

This for a most vnthankefull knaue, and this

For a base bawde, and whore, haue worst deseru'd me,

And therefore speake not for'em, by your place

You are rather to do me iustice; lend me your eare,

Forget his Turkies, and call in his Licence,

And at the next Faire, I'le giue you a yoke of Oxen

Worth all his Poultry.

Greed.

I am chang'd on the suddaine

In my opinion! come neere; neerer Rascall.

And now I view him better; did you e're see

One looke so like an arch-knaue? his very countenance,

Should an vnderstanding iudge but looke vpon him,

Would hang him, though he were innocent.

Tap. Froth.

Worshipfull Sir.

Greed.

No though the great Turke came insteed of Turkies,

To begge any fauour, I am inexorable:

Thou hast an ill name: besides thy musty Ale

That hath destroy'd many of the Kingsleige people

Thou neuer hadst in thy house to stay mens stomackes

A peece of Suffolke cheele, or Gammon of Bacon,

Or any esculent, as the learned call it,

For their emolument, but sheere drinke only.

For which grosse fault, I heere doe damne thy licence,

Forbidding thee euer to tap, or draw.

For instantly, I will in mine owne person

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Command the Constable to pull downe thy Signe;

And doe it before I eate.

Froth.

No mercie?

Greed.

Vanish.

If I shew any, may my promis'd Oxen gore me.

Tapw.

Vnthankefull knaues are euer so rewarded

Exeunt Greedie, Tapwell. Froth.

Welb.

Speake; what are you?

1. Creditor.

A decay'd Vintner Sir,

That might haue thriued, but that your worship broke me

With trusting you with Muskadine and Egges,

And fiue pound Suppers, with your after drinkings,

When you lodg'd vpon the Banckside.

Welb.

Remember.

1. Cred.

I haue not beene hasty, nor e're layd to arrest you.

And therefore Sir---

Welb.

Thou art an honest fellow:

I'le set thee vp againe, see his bill pay'd,

What are you?

2. Cred.

A Taylor once, but now meere Botcher.

I gaue you credit for a suite of clothes.

Which was all my stocke, but you failing in payment,

I was remou'd from the Shop. boord, and confin'd

Vnder a Stall.

Welb.

See him pay'd, and botch no more.

2. Cred.

I aske no interest Sir.

Welb.

Such Taylors need not,

If their bills are pay'd in one and twenty yeare

They are seldome losers. O, I know thy face

Thou were't my Surgeon: you must tell no tales.

Those dayes are done. I will pay you in priuate.

Ord.

A royall Gentleman.

Furn.

Royall as an Emperour!

He'le proue a braue master, my good Lady knew

To choose a man.

Welb.

See all men else discharg'd

And since Old debts are clear why a new way,

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A little bountie, will not misbecome mee;

There's something honest Cooke for thy good breakefasts,

And this for your respect, take't, 'tis good gold

And I able to spare it.

Ord.

You are too munificent.

Furn.

Hee was euer so.

Welb.

Pray you on before.

3. Gred.

Heauen blesse you.

Mar.

At foure a clocke the rest know where to meet me

Exeunt Ord. Furn. Furn. Credit.

Welb.

Now master Marrall, what's the weightie secret

You promis'd to impart?

Mar.

Sir, time, nor place

Allow me to relate each circumstance;

This only in a word: I know Sir Giles

Will come vpon you for security

For his thousand pounds, which you must not consent to

As he growes in heat, as I am sure hee will,

Be you but rough, and say Hee's in your debt

Ten times the summe, vpon sale of your land,

I had a hand in't (I speake it to my shame)

When you were defeated of it.

Welb.

That's forgiuen.

Mar.

I shall deserue't then; vrge him to produce

The deed in which you pass'd it ouer to him,

Which I know Hee'le haue about him to deliuer

To the Lord Louell, with many other writings,

And present moneys, I'le instruct you further,

As I waite on your Worship, if I play not my price

To your full content, and your Vncles much vexation,

Hang vp Jacke Marrall.

Welb.

I relie vpon thee.

Exeunt.

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Actus quarti, Scena vltima.

Alworth. Margaret.

ALworth.

Whither to yeeld the first praise to my Lord's.

Vnequall'd temperance, or your constant sweetnesse,

That I yet liue, my weake hands fasten'd on.

Hopes anchor, spite of all stormes of Despaire,

I yet rest doubtfull.

Marg.

Giue it to Lord Louell.

For what in him was bounty, in mee's duty.

I make but payment of a debt, to which

My vowes in that high office registred,

Are faithfull witnesses.

Alw.

'Tis true my dearest,

Yet when I call to mind how many faire ones

Make wilfull shipwracke of their faiths, and oathes

To God, and Man to fill the armes of Greatnesse,

And you, rise vp lesse than a glorious starre

To the amazement of the world, that hold out

Against the sterne authority of a Father,

And spurne at honour when it comes to court you,

I am so tender of your good, that faintly

With your wrong I can wish my selfe that right

You yet are pleas'd to do mee.

Marg.

Yet, and euer,

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To me what's title, when content is wanting?

Or wealth rak'd vp together with much care,

And to be kept with more, when the heart pines,

In being dispossest of what it longs for,

Beyond the Indian mines; or the smooth brow

Of a pleas'd Site, that slaues me to his will?

And so his rauenous humour may bee feasted

By my obedience, and he see me great,

Leaues to my soule nor faculties, nor power

To make her owne election.

Alw.

But the dangers

That follow the repulse.

Marg.

To me they are nothing:

Let Alworth loue, I cannot be vnhappy.

Suppose the worst, that in his rage he kill me,

A teare, or two, by you dropt on my hearse

In sorrow for my fate, will call backe life

So far, as but to say that I die yours,

I then shall rest in peace, or should he proue

So cruell, as one death would not suffize

His thirst of vengeance, but with lingring torments

In mind, and body, I must wast to ayre,

In pouerty, ioyn'd with banishment, so you share

In my afflictions, (which I dare not wish you,)

So high I prize you; I could vndergoe 'em,

With such a patience as should looke downe

With scorne on his worst malice.

Aiw.

Heauen auert

Such trialls of your true affection to me,

Nor will it vnto you that are all mercie

Shew so much rigour: but since wee must run

Such desperate hazards, let vs doe our best

To steere betweene 'em.

Marg.

Your Lord's ours, and sure,

And though but a young actor second me

In doing to the life, what he has plotted,

The end may yet proue happy: now my Alworth.

Enter Ouerreach.

Alw.

To your letter, and put on a seeming anger.

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Marg.

I'le pay my Lord all debts due to his title,

And when with termes, not taking from his Honour,

He does sollicite me, I shall gladly heare him.

But in this peremptory, nay commanding way,

'Tappoint a meeting, and without my knowledge;

A Priest to tye the knot, can ne're be vndone

'Till death vnloose it, is a confidence

In his Lordship, will deceiue him.

Alw.

I hope better,

Good Lady.

Marg.

Hope Sir what you please: for me

I must take a safe and secure course; I haue

A father, and without his full consent,

Though all Lords of the land kneel'd for my fauour,

I can grant nothing.

Ouer.

I like this obedience.

But whatsoeuer my Lord writes, must, and shall bee

Accepted, and embrac'd. Sweet master Alworth,

You shew your selfe a true, and faithfull seruant

To your good Lord, he has a iewell of you.

How? frowning Meg? are these lookes to receiue

A messenger from my Lord? what's this? giue me it.

Marg.

A peece of arrogant paper liketh'inscriptions

Ouer.

Ouerreach read the letter.

Faire mistrisse from your seruant learne, all ioyes

That we can hope for, if deferr'd, proue toyes;

Therefore this instant, and in priuate meete

A Husband, that will gladly at your feet

Lay downe his Honours, tendring them to you

With all content, the Church being payd her due.

Is this the arrogant peece of paper? Foole,

Will you still be one? in the name of madnesse, what

Could his good Honour write more to content you?

Is there ought else to be wisht after these two,

That are already offer'd? Marriage first,

And lawfull pleasure after: what would you more?

Marg.

Why Sir, I would be married like your daughter;

Not hurried away i'th night I know not whither,

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Without all ceremonie: no friends inuited

To honour the sollemnity.

Alw.

An't please your Honour,

For so before to morrow I must stile you:

My Lord desire this priuacie in respect

His honourable kinsmen are far off,

And his desires to haue it done brooke not

So long delay as to expect their comming;

And yet He stands resolu'd, with all due pompe:

As running at the ring, playes, masques, and tilting

To haue his marriage at Court celebrated

When he has brought your Honour vp to London.

Ouer.

He tells you true; 'tis the fashion on my knowledge

Yet the good Lord to please your peeuishnes

Must put it off forsooth, and lose a night

In which perhaps he might get two boyes on thee.

Tempt me no farther, if you do, this good

Shall pricke you to him.

Marg.

I could be contented,

Were you but by to do a fathers part,

And giue me in the Church.

Ouer.

So my Lord haue you

What do I care who giues you since my Lord

Does purpose to be priuate, I'le not crosse him.

I know not master Alworth how my Lord

May be prouided, and therefore there's a purse

Of gold 'twill serue this nights expence, to morrow

I'le furnish him with any summes: in the meane time

Vse my ring to my Chaplaine; he is benefic'd

At my Mannor of Gotam, and call'd parson Will-doe

'Tis no matter for a licence, I'le beare him out in't.

Marg.

With your fauour Sir, what warrant is your ring?

He may suppose I got that twenty wayes

Without your knowledge, and then to be refus'd,

We're such a staine vpon me, if you pleas'd Sir

Your presence would do better.

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Ouer.

Still peruerse?

I say againe I will not crosse my Lord,

Yet I'le preuent you too. Paper and incke there?

Alw.

I can furnish you.

Ouer.

I thanke you, I can write then.

Writes on his booke.

Alw.

You may if you please, put out the name of my Lord

In respect he comes disguis'd, and only write

Marry, her to this Gentleman.

Ouer.

Well aduis'd

Margaret kneeles.

'Tis done, away my blessing Girle? thou hast it.

Nay, no reply begone, good master Alworth.

This shall be the best nights worke, you euer made

Alw.

I hope so Sir.

Exeunt Alworth. and Margaret.

Ouer.

Farewell, now all's cocke-sure:

Me thinkes I heare already, Knights, and Ladies,

Say Sir Giles Ouerreach, how is it with

Your Honourable daughter? has her Honour

Slept well to night? or will her Honour please

To accept this Monkey? Dog? or Paraquit?

This is state in Ladies. or my eldest sonne

To be her page, and wait vpon her trencher?

My ends! my ends are compass'd! then for Welborne

And the lands; were he once married to the widdow,

I haue him here, I can scarce containe my selfe,

I am so full of ioy; nay ioy all ouer.

Exit the end of the fourth Act.

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1

Louell. Lady. Amble.

LAdy.

By this you know, how strong the motiues were

That did, my Lord, induce me to dispence

A little with my grauity, to aduance

(In personating some few fauours to him)

The plots, and proiects of the downe-trod

Welborne.

Nor shall I e're repent (although I suffer

In some few mens opinions for't) the action.

For he, that ventur'd all for my deare Husband,

Might rustly claime an obligation from me

To pay him such a courtesse: which had I

Coiley, or ouer-curiously denied,

It might haue argu'd me of little loue

To the deceas'd.

Lou.

What you intended Madam

For the poore Gentleman, hath found good successe,

For as I vnderstand his debts are pay'd,

And he once more furnish'd for faire imployment

But all the arts that I haue vs'd to raise

The fortunes of your loy, and mine, young Alworth,

Stand yet in supposition, though I hope well

For the young louers are in wit more pregnant,

Than their yeares can promise; and for their desires

On my knowledge they are equall.

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Lady.

As my wishes

Are with yours my Lord, yet giue me leaue to feare

The building though well grounded: to deceiue

Sir Giles, that's both a Lyon, and a Fox

In his proceedings, were a worke beyond

The strongest vndertakers, not the triall

Of two weake innocents.

Lou.

Despaire not Madam:

‘Hard things are compass'd oft by easie meanes,’

And iudgement, being a gift deriu'd from heauen,

Though sometimes lodg'd it'h hearts of worldly men

(That ne're consider from whom they receiue it)

Forsakes such as abuse the giuer of it.

Which is the reason, that the politicke,

And cunning Statesman, that beleeues he fathomes

The counsels of all Kingdomes on the earth

Is by simplicity oft ouerreach.

Lady.

May he be so, yet in his name to expresse it

Is a good O men.

Lou.

May it to my selfe

Proue so good Lady in my suite to you:

What thinke you of the motion?

Lady.

Troth my Lord

My owne vn worthinesse may answer for me;

For had you, when that I was in my prime,

My virgin-flower vncropp'd, presented me

With this great fauour, looking on my lownesse

Not in a glasse of selfe-loue, but of truth

I could not but haue thought it, as a blessing

Far, far beyond my merit.

Lou.

You are too modest,

And vnderualue that which is aboue

My title, or what euer I call mine.

I grant, were I a Spaniard to marry

A widdow might disparage me, but being

A true borne Englishman, I cannot find

How it can taint my Honour; nay what's more,

That which you thinke a blemish is to me

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The fairest lustre. You alreadie Madam

Haue giuen sure proofes how dearely you can cherish

A Husband that deserues you: which confirmes me,

That if I am not wanting in my care

To doe you seruice, you'le be still the same

That you were to your Alworth, in a word

Our yeares, our states, our births are not vnequall,

You being descended nobly and alli'd so,

If then you may be wonne to make me happy,

But ioyne your lipps to mine, and that shall be

A solemne contract.

Lady.

I were blind to my owne good

Should I refuse it, yet my Lord receiue me

As such a one, the studie of whose whole life

Shall know no other obiect but to please you.

Lou.

If I returne not with all tendernesse,

Equall respect to you, may I die wretched.

Lady.

There needs no protestation my Lord

To her that cannot doubt, you are welcome Sir.

Now you looke like your selfe.

Enter Welborne.

Welb.

And will continue

Such in my free acknowledgement, that I am

Your creature Madam, and will neuer hold

My life mine owne, when you please to command it.

Lou.

It is a thankefulnesse that well becomes you;

You could not make choice of a better shape,

To dresse your mind in.

Lady

For me I am happy

That my endeuours prosper'd, saw you of late

Sir Giles, your Vncle?

Welb.

I heard of him, Madam,

By his minister Marrall, he's growne into strange passions

About his daughter, this last night he look'd for

Your Lordship at his house, but missing you,

And she not yet appearing, his wise-head

Is much perplex'd, and troubl'd.

Lou.

It may be

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Sweer heart, my proiect tooke.

Enter Ouer. with distracted lookes, driuing in Marrall before him.

Lad.

I strongly hope.

Ouer.

Ha! find her Boobie thou huge lumpe of nothing

I'le bore thine eyes out else.

Welbo.

May it please your Lordship

For some ends of mine owne but to withdraw

A little out of sight, though not of hearing,

You may perhaps haue sport.

Lou.

You shall direct me.

stepps aside.

Ouer.

I shall sol fa you Rogue.

Mar.

Sir, for what cause

Doe you vse me thus?

Ouer.

Cause slaue why I am angrie,

And thou a subiect only fit for beating,

And so to coole my choler, looke to the writing

Let but the seale be broke vpon the box,

That has slepp'd in my cabinet these three yeares;

I'le racke thy soule for't.

Mar.

I may yet crie quittance,

Though now I suffer, and dare not resist.

aside.

Ouer.

Lady, by your leaue, did you see my Daughter Lady?

And the Lord her husband? Are they in your house?

If they are, discouer, that I may bid'em ioy;

And as an entrance to her place of Honour,

See your Ladyship on her left hand, and make courseis

When she nodds on you; which you must receiue

As a speciall fauour.

Lady.

When I know, Sir Giles,

Her state requires such ceremony, I shall pay it

But in the meane time, as I am my selfe,

I giue you to vnderstand, I neither know,

Nor care where her Honour is.

Ouer.

When you once see her

Supported, and led by the Lord her Husband

You'le be taught better. Nephew.

Welb.

Sir.

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Ouer.

No more.

Welb.

'Tis all I owe you.

Welb.

Haue your redeem'd ragges

Made you thus insolent?

Welb.

Insolent to you?

in scorne.

Why what are you Sir, vnlesse in your yeares,

At the best more than myselfe?

Ouer.

His fortune swells him

'Tis rancke he's married.

Lady.

This is excellent!

Ouer.

Sir, in calme language (though I seldome vse it)

I am familiar with the cause, that makes you

Beare vp thus brauely, there's a certaine buz

Of a stolne marriage, do you heare of a stolne marriage?

In which 'tis said there's some body hath beene coozin'd.

I name no parties.

Welb.

Well Sir, and what followes?

Ouer.

Marry this; Since you are peremptory: remember

Vpon meere hope of your great match, I lent you

A thousand pounds: put me in good security,

And suddainely my Mortgage, or by Statute

Of some of your new possessions, or I'le haue you

Dragg'd in your lauender robes to the Gaole, you know me,

And therefore do not trifle.

Welb.

Can you be

So cruell to your Nephew? now hee's in

The way to rise: was this the courtesie

You did me in pure loue, and no ends else?

Ouer.

End me no ends: ingage the whole estate,

And force your Spouse to signe it, you shall haue

Three, or foure thousand more to rore, and swagger,

And reuell in bawdy tauernes.

Welb.

And begge after:

Meane you not so?

Ouer.

My thoughts are mine, and free.

Shall I haue security?

Welb.

No: indeed you shall not:

Nor bond, nor bill, nor bare acknowledgement,

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Your great looks fright not me.

Ouer.

But my deeds shall:

Outbrau'd?

They both draw the seruants enter.

Lady.

Helpe murther, murther.

Welb.

Let him come on,

With all his wrongs, and iniuries about him,

Arm'd with his cut-throate practises to guard him;

The right that I bring with me, will defend me,

And punish his extortion.

Ouer.

That I had thee

But single in the field.

Lady.

You may, but make not

My house your quarrelling Scene.

Ouer.

Were't in a Church

By heauen, and hell, I'le do't.

Mar.

Now put him to

The shewing of the deed.

Welb.

This rage is vaine Sir,

For fighting feare not you shall haue your hands full,

Vpon the least incitement; and whereas

You charge me with a debt of a thousand pounds,

If there be law, (how e're you haue no conscience)

Either restore my land, or I'le recouer

A debt, that's truely due to me, from you

In value ten times more than what you challenge.

Ouer.

I in thy debt! O impudence! did I not purchase

The land left by thy father? that rich land,

That had continued in Welbornes name

Twenty descents; which like a riotous foole

Thou did'st make sale of? is not here inclos'd

The deed that does confirme it mine?

Mar.

Now, now:

Welb.

I doe acknowledge none, I ne're pass'd o're

Any such land, I grant for a yeare, or two,

You had it in trust, which if you doe discharge,

Surrendring the possession, you shall ease

Your selfe, and me, of chargeable suits in law,

Which is you proue not honest, (as I doubt it)

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Must of necessity follow.

Lady.

In my iudgement

He does aduise you well.

Ouer.

Good! Good! conspire

With your new Husband Lady; second him

In his dishonest practises; but when

This Mannor is extended to my vse,

You'le speake in an humbler key, and sue for fauour.

Lady.

Neuer: do not hope it.

Welb.

Let despaire first sease me.

Ouer.

Yet to shut up thy mouth, and make thee giue

Thy selfe the lye, the lowd lye: I draw out

The precious euidence; if thou canst forsweare

Thy hand, and seale, and make a forfeit of

Thy eares to the pillory: see here's that will make

My interrest cleare. Ha!

Opens the box.

Lady.

A faire skinne of parchment

Welb.

Indented I confesse, and labells too,

But neither wax, nor words. How! thunder-strooke?

Not a syllable to insult with? my wise Vncle

Is this your precious euidence? is this that makes

Your interest cleare

Ouer.

I am o'rewhelm'd with wonder!

What prodigie is this what subtle diuell

Hath raz'd out the inscription the wax

Turn'd into dust! the rest of my deedes whole,

As when they were deliuer'd! and this onely

Made nothing! doe you deale with witches Raskall?

There is a statute for you, which will bring

Your necke in a hempen circle yes, there is.

And now'tis better thought, for Cheater know

This iuggling shall not saue you

Welb.

To saue thee would begger the stocke of mercy.

Ouer.

Marrall.

Mar.

Sir.

Ouer.

flattering him

Though the witnesses are dead, your testimony

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Helpe with an oath or two, and for thy master,

Thy liberall master, my good honest seruant.

I know, you will sweare any thing to dash

This cunning slight: besides, I know thou art

A publike notarie, and such stand in law

For a dozen witnesses; the deed being drawne too

By thee, my carefull Marrall, and deliuer'd

When thou wert present will make good my title

Wilt thou not sweare this?

Mar.

I? no I assure you.

I haue a conscience, not sear'd vp like yours

I know no deeds.

Ouer.

Wilt thou betray me?

Mar.

Keepe him

From vsing of his hands, I'le vse my tongue

To his no little torment.

Ouer.

Mine owne Varlet

Rebell against me?

Mar.

Yes, and vncase you too.

The Ideot; the Patch; the Slaue! the Boobie;

The propertie fit only to be beaten

For your morning exercise; your Footeball or

Th'vnprofitable lumpe of flesh; your Drudge

Can now anatomize you, and lay open

All your blacke plotts; and leuell with the earth

Your hill of pride; and with these gabions guarded,

Vnloade my great artillerie, and shake,

Nay puluerize the walls you thinke defend you.

Lady.

How he foames at the mouth with rage.

Walb.

To him againe.

Ouer.

O that I had thee in my gripe, I would teare thee

Ioint, after ioint.

Mar.

I know you are a tearer

But I'le haue first your fangs par'd off, and then

Come nearer to you, when I haue, discouer'd,

And made it good before the Iudge, what wayes

And diuelish practises you vs'd to coozen

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With an armie of whole families, who yetliue,

And but enrol'd for souldiers were able

To take in Dunkerke.

Welb.

All will come out.

Lady.

The better.

Ouer.

But that I will liue, Rogue, to torture thee,

And make thee wish, and kneele in vaine to dye,

These swords that keepe thee from me, should fix here

Although they made my body but one wound,

But I would reach thee.

Lou.

Heau ns hand is in this,

One Ban-dogge worrie the other.

aside.

Ouer.

I play the foole,

And make my anger but ridiculous.

There will be a time, and place, there will be cowards,

When you shall feele what I dare do.

Welb.

I thinke so:

You dare do any ill, yet want true valour

To be honest, and repent.

Ouer.

They are words I know not,

Nor e're will learne. Patience, the beggers vertue.

Enter Greedie and person Will-doe.

Shall find no harbour here, after these stormes

At length a calme appeares. Welcome, most welcome:

There's comfort in thy lookes, is the deed done?

Is my daughter married? say but so my Chaplaine

And I am tame.

Will-doe.

Married? yes I assure you.

Ouer.

Then vanish all sad thoughts; there's more gold for thee.

My doubts, and feares are in the titles drown'd

Of my right honorable, my right honorable daughter

Greed.

Here will I be feasting; at least for a month

I am prouided: emptie gutts croke no more,

You shall be stuff'd like baggepipes, not with wind

But bearing dishes.

Ouer.

Instantly be here?

Whispring to Will-doe.

To my wish, to my wish, now you that plot against me

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And hop'd to trippe my heeles vp; that contemn'd me;

Loud musicke.

Thinke on't and tremble, they come I heare the musicke.

A lane there for my Lord.

Welb.

This sodaine heate

May yet be cool'd Sir.

Ouer.

Make way there for my Lord.

Enter Alworth and Margaret.

Marg.

Sir, first your pardon, then your blessing with

Your full allowance of the choice I haue made

As euer you could make vse of your reason:

kneeling.

Grow not in passion: since you may as well

Call backe the day that's past, as vntie the knot

Which is too strongly fasten'd, not to dwell

Too long on words, this's my Husband

Ouer.

How!

Alw.

So I assure you: all the rites of marriage

With euery circumstance are past, alas Sir,

Although I am no Lord, but a Lords page,

Your daughter, and my lou'd wife mournes not for it.

And for Right honourable sonne in Law, you may say

Your dutifull daughter.

Ouer.

Diuell: are they married?

Will-doe.

Doe a fathers part, and say heau'n giue'em ioy.

Ouer.

Confusion, and ruine, speake, & speake quickly,

Or thou art dead.

Will-doe.

They are married.

Ouer.

Thou had'st better

Haue made a contract with the King of fiends

Than these, my braine turnes!

Will-doe.

Why this rage to me?

Is not this your letter Sir? and these the words?

Marry her to this Gentleman.

Ouer.

It cannot:

Nor will I e're beleeue it's death I will not,

That I, that in all passages I touch'd

At worldly profit, haue not left a print

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Where I haue trod for the most curious search

To trace my footstepps, should be gu'lld by children,

Baffull'd, and fool'd, and all my hopes, and labours,

Defeated, and made void.

Welb.

As it appeares,

You are so my graue Vncle

Ouer.

Village Nurses

Reuenge their wrongs with curses, I'le not wast

A syllable, but thus I take the life

Which wretched I gaue to thee.

Offers to kill Margaret.

Lou.

Hold for your owne sake

Though charity to your daughter hath quite left you

Will you do an act, though in your hopes lost here

Can leaue no hope for peace, or rest hereafter

Consider; at the best you are but a man,

And cannot so create your aimes, but that

They may be cross'd.

Ouer.

Lord, thus I spit at thee,

And at thy counsaile; and againe desire thee

And as chou art a souldier, if thy valour

Dares shew it selfe where multitude, and example

Lead not the way, lets quit the house, and change

Six words in priuate.

Lou.

I am ready.

Lad.

Stay Sir,

Contest with one distracted?

Welb.

You'le grow like him

Should you answer his vaine challenge.

Ouer.

Are you pale?

Borrow his help, though Hercules call it oddes

I'le stand against both, as I am hem'd in thus.

Since like Libian-Lyon in the toyle,

My fury cannot reach the coward hunters

And only spends it selfe, I'le quit the place,

Alone I can do nothing: but I haue seruants

And friends to second me, and if I make not

This house a heape of ashes (by my wrongs,

What I haue spoke I will make good) or lean'd

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One throat vncut, if it be possible

Hell ad to my afflictions.

Exit Ouerreach.

Mar.

Is't not braue sport?

Greed.

Braue sport? I am sure it has tane away my stomacke

I do not like the sawce.

Alw.

Nay, weep not dearest:

Though it expresse your pittie, what's decreed

Aboue, wee cannot alter.

Lady.

His threats moue mee

No scruple, Madam.

Mar.

Was it not a rare tricke

(And it please your Worship) to make the deed nothing?

I can do twenty neater, if you please

To purchase, and grow rich, for I will be

Such a sollicitor, and steward for you,

As neuer Worshipfull had.

Welb.

I do beleeue thee.

But first discouer the quaint meanes you vs'd

To raze out the conueyance?

Mar.

They are mysteries

Not to be spoke in publike: certaine mineralls

Incorporated in the incke, and wax?

Besides he gaue me nothing, but still fed me

With hopes, and blowes; and that was the inducement

To this Conumbrum. If it please your Worship

To call to memorie, this mad beast once caus'd me

To vrge you, or to drowne, or hang, your selfe,

I'le doe the like to him if you command me.

Welb.

You are a Raskall, he that dares be false

To a master, though vniust, will ne're be true

To any other: looke not for reward,

Or fauour from me, I will shun thy sight

As I would doe a basiliskes. Thanke my pittie

If thou keep thy cares, how e're I will take order

Your practise shall be silenc'd.

Greed.

I'le commit him,

If you'le haue me Sir?

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Welb.

That were to little purpose,

His conscience be his prison, not a word

But instantly begone.

Ord.

Take this kicke with you.

Amb.

And this.

Furn.

If that I had my cleuer here

I would diuide your Knaues head.

Mar.

This is the hauen,

False seruants still arriue at.

Exit Mar. enter Ouer.

Lad.

Come agen.

Lou.

Feare not I am your guard.

Welb.

His lookes are ghastly.

Well-doe.

Some little time I haue spent vnder your fauours

In physicall studies, and if my iudgement erre not

Hee's mad beyond recouery: but obserue him,

And looke to your selues.

Ouer.

Why is not the whole world

Included in my selfe? to what vse then

Are friends, and seruants? say there were a squadron

Of pikes, lined through with shot, when I am mounted

Vpon my iniuries, shall I feare to charge 'em?

No: I'le through the battalia, and that routed,

I'le fall to execution. Ha! I am feeble:

Flourishing his sword vnsheathed.

Some vndone widdow sitts vpon mine arme,

And takes away the vse of't; and my sword

Glew'd to my scabberd, with wrong'd orphans teares

Will not be drawne. Ha! what are these? sure hangmen,

That come to bind my hands, and then to dragge me

Before the iudgement seate now they are new shapes

And do appeare like furies, with steele whippes

To scourge my vlcerous soule? shall I then fall

Ingloriously, and yeeld? no spite of fate

I will be forc'd to hell like to my selfe,

Though you were legions of accursed spiritts.

Welb.

Thus would I flie among you,

There's no helpe

Disarme him first, then bind him.

Greed.

Take a Mittimus

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And carry him to Bedlam.

Lou.

How he fomes!

Welb.

And bites the earth.

Well-doe.

Carry him to some darke roome

There try what Art can do for his recouery.

Marg.

O my deare father!

They force Ouerrcach off.

Alw.

You must be patient mistresse

Lou.

Here is a president to teach wicked men,

That when they leaue Religion, and turne Atheists

Their owne abilities leaue'em, pray you take comfort

I will endeuour you shall be his guardians

In his distractions: and for your land master VVelborne,

Be it good, or ill in law, I'le be an vmpire,

Betweene you, and this, th'vndoubted heire

Of Sir Giles Ouerreach, for me, here's the anchor

That I must fix on.

Alw.

What you shall determine,

My lord, I will allow of.

Welb.

'Tis the language

That I speake too; but there is something else

Beside the repossession of my land,

And payment of my debts that I must practise

I had a reputation, but 'twas lost

In my loose course; and 'till I redeeme it

Some noble way, I am but halfe made vp

It is a time of Action, if your Lordship

Will please to conferre a company vpon mee

In your command, I doubt not in my seruice

To my King, and Country, but I shall do something

That may make me right agen.

Lou.

Your suite is granted,

And you lou'd for the motion,

Welb.

Nothing wants then

But your allowance.

THE EPILOGVE.

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BVt your allowance, and in that, our all

Is comprehended; it being knowne, nor we,

Nor be that wrot the Comedie can be free

VVithout your Mannumission, which if you

Grant willingly, as a faire fauour due

To the Poets, and our labours, (as you may)

For we despaire not Gentlemen of the Play)

VVe iointly shall professe your grace hath might

To teach vs action, and him how to write.

FINIS.

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A new way to pay old debts a comoedie as it hath beene often acted at the Phænix in Drury-Lane, by the Queenes Maiesties seruants. The author. Philip Massinger.

Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.

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— A new way to pay old debts a comoedie as it hath beene often acted at the Phænix in Drury-Lane, by the Queenes Maiesties seruants. The author. Philip Massinger., Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640..

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Printed by E[lizabeth] P[urslowe] for Henry Seyle, dwelling in S. Pauls Church-yard, at the signe of the Tygers head,. London :: Anno. M.DC.XXXIII. [1633]. (In verse.) (Printer's name from STC.) (Signatures: A-L⁴ M² .) (Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery.)

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