Act. II. Scæn. I.
Enter Mihill. Taylor. Shoomaker.
Mi.NAy, but honeſt Shoomaker; thy honeſt
Sho.I tell you intruth, Sir, ’tis as good a boot as e-
ver you pull’d on in your life.
Mi.A little too ſtreight,
I doubt. What do you
think o’ my boots honeſt Tailor.
Tay.They do exceeding handſomely, never truſt
Mi.Never fear it
Tailor, you ſhall truſt me, and
Tay.You are pleaſant Sir.
Mi.And what do you think of my ſuite Shooma-
ker? can you ſay as much for the Tailor as he for
Sho.A very neat ſuite, Sir, and becomes you ex-
Mi.Honeſt men both, and hold together; one
would little think you were ſo near neighbours. Well
you have fitted me both,
I muſt confeſſe. But how
I shall fit you, now there’s the point.
Tay.There’s but one way for that and pleaſe
Sho.With paying us our money Sir.
Mi.Still both in a tale,
I cannot but commend
your neighbourhood.
I muſe my Laundreſſe ſtayes,
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I ſent her three or foure wayes for moneys. But do
not you ſtay for that. I have wayes enough to pay
you.
I have ploughes a going that you dream
Tay.No indeed, Sir, we dream of nothing but
ready money, ſleeping or waking.
Mi.I shall be rich enough ne’re fear’t.
I have a
venter in the new ſoap-buſineſſe man.
Tay.We are but ſervants, Sir. And our Ma-
ſters themſelves have no faith, in ſlippery pro-
Sho.Beſides, the women begin to grumble a-
gainſt that ſlippery project ſhrewdly, and, ’tis feard,
Mi.Burlakin, and they may prove more trouble-
ſome then a commotion of Sailors.
Enter Laundreſſe.
O welcome, Laundreſſe, where’s the money.
Laun.Not a penny of money, Sir, can
I get. But
here’s one come to town has brought you enough,
and you can have grace to finger it.
Laun.Your father, your father, Sir.
I met his man
by great chance, who told me his Maſter meanes to
ſteal upon you preſently, and take you as he findes
Mi.Is he come up with his croſſe tricks.
I heard
he was to come. And that he meanes to live here
altogether. He has had an aime theſe dozen years to
live in town here, but never was fully bent on’t un-
til the Proclamation of reſtraint ſpurr’d him up. ’Tis
such a
Croſſewill. Well, he is my father, and
I am
utterly undone if thou help’ſt me not now at a pinch,
at a pinch, dear Laundreſſe. Go borrow me a Gown,
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and ſome foure or five Law-books? for
I proteſt,
mine are in
Duck-lane. Nay, trudge, ſweet Laun-
dreſſe, trudge. –
Ex. Laun. Honeſt
Tailor and
Shoemaker convey your ſelves away quietly, and
I’ll
pay you to morrow, as
I am a Gentleman:
Shoe.As
I am a
Shoemaker, and that’s a kinde of
a Gentleman, you know,
I’ll not ſtirre till
I have
my money,
I am not an Aſſe Sir.
Mi.No body ſayes thou art.
Shoe.I have had too many ſuch tricks put upon me
Mi.A trick! as
I hope for money it is no
Shoe.Well Sir, trick or no trick.
I muſt have my
money or my boots, and that’s plain dealing.
Mi.A pox o’th’ boots, ſo my legs were out of
’hem. Would they were i’thy throat, ſpurres and
Shoe.No marry will we not.
Tay.Well-ſaid Shoomaker,
I commend thee, thou
hast a better heart then
I, though my ſtomack’s
Enter Laundreſſe.
Mi.O well ſaid, my good Laundreſſe. How am
I
bound to thee; yet all this wo’not do’t Laundreſſe.
Thou muſt beſtir thy ſtumps a little further, and bor-
row me a couple of Gownes more for theſe Raſcals
Laun.How! wo’not away? And they were well
ſerv’d, they would be thruſt out of doors for ſaucie
companions. Your Maſters would not put a Gentle-
M;.Nay, ſvveet Laundreſſe, reſtrain thy tongue,
and ſtretch thy feet. A couple of Govvns, good
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Laundreſſe, and forget not caps.
Ex. If
I do novv
furniſh you like Civil Lavvyers, and you do not keep
your countenances; if ever you do but peep in at
the Hall-door at
Chriſtmas to ſee the revels,
I’le
have you ſet i’th’ ſtocks for this beleeve it.
Sho.If you do, Sir,
I may hap be even vvith you
before the year comes about, and ſet you in our ſtocks
Tay.But will you make Lawyers of us.
Mi.Have you a minde to have your money you
Shoe.I see your drift, and hope you’ll prove an
Mi.Thou hast ſome hope, though no faith nor trust
Shoe.Alas, Sir, our Maſters ſit at great rents, and
Mi.I cry you mercy, they are remov’d into the
nevv plantation here, where, they ſay, are a tribe of
Infidel tradeſmen, that have made a Law vvithin
your ſelves to put no truſt in Gentlemen. But beare
your ſelves handſomely here you vvere beſt.
I am
acquainted vvith a crevv that haunts about your ha-
bitations, vvith whom
I will joyne, and ſo batter
your windows one of theſe nights elſe.–O welcom,
Laundreſſe, how doeſt thou toile for me.
Laun.Your fathers talking, as
I am a woman, be-
low.– As thou art a woman below, well-ſaid.
Come on with these Gownes, and lets ſee how
you’ll look. If we had time, the Shoomaker should
waſh his face; but ſeeing there is no remedy; pull
the cap in your eyes, and good enough. Now Laun-
dreſſe, ſet us ſtooles, and leave us.
Laun.I hear him coming up.
Ex.
Mi.Now let him come, we are ready for him.
Shoomaker, keep your hand underneath the
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book, that the pitch do not diſcover you.
Mi.And Taylor, be ſure you have no Needle on
your ſleeve, nor thread about your neck.
Tay.I warrant you too for me, Sir.
Enter Croſwill, Belt, and ſtand aſide.
Mi.Remitter, I ſay, is where a man hath two
titles, that is to ſay, one of an elder, the other
of a later. And he cometh to the land by the later
title; yet the Law adjudgeth him to be in by the
force of the elder title.
If the tenant in the taile
diſcontinue the taile, and after he diſeaſeth his diſ-
continue, and ſo dieth ſeiſed, whereby the tenants
deſcend to their iſſue, as to his Couſin inheritable by
force of the taile.
In this caſe the tenants deſcend,
who have right by force of the taile, a Remitter
in the taile taken for that in the Law, ſhall put and ad-
judge him to be in by force of deſcent. Pox on ye,
ſpeak ſomething good or bad, ſomewhat.
Sho.The Remitter, you ſay, is ſeiſed i’th’tail.
Mi.Excellent Shoomaker,
I ſay ſo, and again,
I
ſay, that if the tenant in the taile in feoffe his ſon,
or his Couſin, inheritable by force of the taile, the
which ſonne or couſin at the time of the feoffment is
within age, and after the tenant in the taile dieth,
this is a Remitter to the heire in the taile, to whom
the feoffment is made, now Taylor.
Mi.Look either
Fitzherbert,
Perkins, or
Dier,
and you ſhall finde it in the ſecond part of
Richard
Cordelyon. So much for Remitter. Novv
I’ll put a
plain home-ſpun caſe, as a man may ſay, vvhich vve
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Croſſ.Some father might take joy of ſuch a ſonne
novv. This takes not me. No, this is not my
Mi.The caſe is this
(aſide) pull up your grounds
cloſer and behang’d, you are a Tailor, and you a
Sho.And you owe us money.
Mi.I put the caſe,
I do, to you for a ſuit of
Mi.And to you for a paire of boots.
Mi.I have broke my day with you both. Sup-
Mi.You clap a Sergeant o’ my back.
I put in bail,
remove it, and carry it up into the upper Court,
with
habeas Corpus; bring it down again into the
lower Court with
procedendo; then take it from
thence, and bring it into the Chancery with a
Cer-
tiorari;
I, and if you look not to’t, bring it out
of the Chancery again, and thus will
I keep you
from your money till your ſuite and your boots be
worne out before you recover penny of me.
Sho.S’ly’d but you ſhall not, your father shall know
Mi.S’foot Shoomaker wilt thou be an Aſſe.
I do
but put a caſe, Have you not ſeen it tried.
Croſſ.Away with books. Away with Law. Away
with madneſſe.
I, God bleſſe thee, and make thee
his ſervant, and defend thee from Law,
I ſay. Take up
these books, sarrah, and carry them preſently into
Pauls
Church-yard dee ſee, and change them all for Hiſto-
ries, as pleaſant as profitable;
Arthur of
Britain,
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Primalion of
Greece,
Amadis of
Gaul, and such like
Mi.I hope he do’s but jeſt.
Croß.And do you heare, Sirrah.
Croſſ.Get
Bells work, and you can, into the bar-
Belt.Which
Bell, Sir?
Adam Bell, with
Clim
o’th’ Clough, and
William of
Cloudeſley.
Croſſ.Adam Bell you Aſſe? Valiant
Bell that kill’d
Belt.You mean St.
George.
Croſſ.Sir
Jolthead, do
I not.
I’le teach you to
Mi.Sfoot, how ſhall
I anſwer my borrow’d books?
Stay
Belt. Pray Sir, do not change my books.
Croſ.Sir, Sir, I will change them and you too: Did
I leave thee here to learn faſhions and manners, that
thou mightſt carry thy ſelf like a Gentleman, and
dost thou waſt thy brains in learning a language that I
underſtand not a word of? ha! I had been as good
have brought thee up among the wild
Iriſh.
Mi.Why alaſs Sir, Had I not better keep my ſelf
within my Chamber, at my Studie, then be rioting a-
broad, waſting both money and time, which is more
precious then money? if you did know the inconve-
nience of company, you would rather incourage and
commend my retir’d life, then any wayes dehort me
Croſ.Why Sir did not I keep companie think you
Mi.Yes Sir; but the times are much alter’d, and
youth more corrupted now, they did not drink and
wench in those dayes, but nay, o ’tis abominable in
Croſ.Why this is that I fear’d, the boyes turning
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meacock too, after his elder brother, ’twas time to
look to him.
Nick. Rookesbill. Ant. Clotp.
Nich.Why
Croſwill Mich. What, not up yet and
behang’d. Or ha ye a Wench a bed wye. Is this keep-
Mihil runs to the door and holds
it.
Mi.Sfoot the Rogue
Rooksbil and his crew, I
Nic.Break open the door, let me come to’t.
Mi.Forbear, or behang’d, you will undo me, my
father’s here.
I’ll meet you anon as
I am honeſt.
Nic.Your father’s a Clowterdepouch. Nay,
I will
come then, what
Madamoiſelle do you call fa-
They Enter.
Mi.You would not believe me. Pray be civil.
Ant.’Tis ſo, we will Cry mercy, you are
buſie, we will not moote to day then?
Mi.I hope you may excuſe me, I’le be w’ye a-
Nic.Come to the Goat Capricorne. We have the
braveſt new diſcovery.
–Ex.
Croſ.How now! what are theſe?
Mi.They are Gentlemen of my ſtanding, Sir, that
have a little over-ſtudied themſelves, and are ſome-
Croſ.Mad; are they not? And ſo will you be
shortly, if you follow theſe courſes. Mooting do
they call it? you ſhall moote nor mute here no long-
er. Therefore on with your cloak and ſword, follow
me to the Tavern, and leave me such long-tail’d com-
pany as theſe are, for
I do not like them.
Mi.No more do
I, Sir, if
I knew how to be rid
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Croſ.I think thou haſt ne’re a ſword, haſt thou,
Croſ.Where is it, Sir, let me ſe’t Sir.
Mi.’Tis here, under my bed, Sir.–Reach it.
Croſ.Why there’s a Lawyers trick right, make his
weapon companion with his Piſſe-pot. Fie, fie, here’s
a tool indeed. There’s money, Sir, buy you a good
one, one with the Mathematical hilt as they
Mi.It would do better in Mathematical books,
Sir, offer me no money, pray
Sir, but for
Croſ.Go to, you are a peeviſh Jack, do not pro-
voke me: do not you owe me obedience? ha!
Mi.Yes
Sir,
I acknowledge it.
Croſ.’Tis good you do. Well, take that money;
and put your ſelfe into cloathes befitting your rank,
Do ſo. And let me ſee you, ſquirting about without
a weapon, like an Attorneys Clerk in Tearm-time,
and
I’l weapon you. What, ſhall
I have a Noddie
of you. This frets him to the liver. Go to, never
hang the head for the matter. For
I tell thee
I
will have it ſo, and herein be knowen what
Mi.You are known ſufficiently for your
croſſe humour already; in which
I’ll try you if
I
can make you double this money, for this will not
Croſ.What have you told it after me, you had
Mi.No
Sir, but
I have computed that for my pre-
ſent uſe, here is too much by halfe, pray Sir, take
Croſ.Bodie o’me, what a perverſe knave is this,
to croſſe me thus!
Is there too much, ſay you? ha!
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Croſ.Let me ſee’t. Go thy wayes, take thy mu-
ſty books, and rhy ruſtie whittle here again. And
take your fooliſh plodding dunci-coxcomely courſe,
till
I look after you again. Come away ſirrah.
–Ex. with Belt.
Mi.Sfoot, who’s the Gull now? Taylor, Shoo-
maker, you may go pawn your Gownes for any mo-
Shoo.We have all played the Lavvyers to pret-
ty purpoſe, in pleading all this while for nothing.
Well ſir, to avoid further trouble,
I am content to
withdravv my action, that is, pull off your boots a-
Tayl.And for my part, ſir,
I can do no leſſe
then take you by default and non-ſuit you.
Enter Belt.
Mi.Very good Lavvyers both,
Is my father quite
Belt.Gone in a tempeſt of high diſpleaſure, ſir:
And has ſent you here all the money he had about
him; and bids you refuſe it if you dare, ’tis above
tvvice the ſumme he offered you before; but good
ſir, do not refuſe it. He ſvvears he vvill try vvhe-
ther you or he ſhall have his vvill. Take heed you
Mi.Well at thy requeſt, becauſe thou ſhalt not
have anger for carrying it back again,
I vvill accept.
Belt.I thank you Sir. Conſider, he’s your fa-
Mi.I do moſt Reverend
Belt, and vvould be loth
to croſſe him, although
I may as much in taking his
money as refuſing it, for ought
I knovv, for thou
knovv’ſt ’tis his cuſtome to croſſe me, and the reſt
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of his children in all we do, to try and urge his obe-
dience; ’tis an odde way: therefore to help my ſelf
I ſeem to covet the things that I hate, and he pulls
them from me; and makes ſhew of loathing the
things I covet, and he hurles them doubly at me, as
Mi.Yes, but do thou put it in his head, and I’le
Belt.You never knew an old Serving-man treache-
rous to his young Maſter: what? to the hopes o’th’
houſe; you will be heire, that’s queſtionleſſe; for to
your comfort, your elder brother growes every day
more fool then the other. But now the rest of
the meſſage is, that you make haſte, and come to
my Maſter to the Goat in
Covent-Garden, where he
dines with his new Landlord to day.
Mi.He has taken a houſe then.
Belt.O, a moſt delicate one, vvith a curious
Belconee and all belonging to’t moſt ſtately.
Mi.At the Goat does he dine, ſayeſt thou.
Mi.My crevv are gone thither too. Pray
Mars
vve fall not foule of one another. Well, go thy vvay,
preſent my duty to him, I’le follovv preſentlie. Tell
him
I took his money vvith much unvvilling-
Belt.As Lavvyers do their fees. Let me alone
Mi.Well Tailor and Shoomaker; you have put me
to’t, but here’s your money.
Shoo.’Twas for that we did put you to’t Sir.
Mi.Let’s ſee your biil Tailor.
Tai.Here ’tis, ſir, as ready as a Watchmans.
Mi.Then good vvords vvill paſſe it, 7 li. 4. ſh. tell
your money; yours is 14 ſh. boots and Galloſhes.
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There ’tis, and 12. d. to drink.
Shoo.I thank your vvorſhip.
Tai.Yes and pleaſe you Sir.
Mi.There’s a ſhilling for you too, to ſpend in
Shoo.He knows both our diets. We’ll make bold
to take leave of your worſhip.
Mi.Not ſo bold as
I’m glad
I’m too well rid of
you, moſt courteous Gentlemen.
Ex. Ta. Sh.
To ſee what money can do; that can change mens
manners, alter their conditions: how tempeſtuous
the ſlaves were without it. O thou powerful metal!
what authority is in thee! Thou art the Key to all
mens mouthes. With thee a man may lock up the
jawes of an informer, and without thee he cannot
Scæn. II.
Enter Croſſewill, Rookesblll, Gabriel, Kathe-
rine, Lucy.
Croſ.Down boy, and bid the Cook haſten din-
Dra.What will you pleaſe to drink in the mean
Croſ.I will not drink in the mean time, ſir, Get
Dra.A fine old humorous Gentleman.
Croſ.Hold up your head, Sirrah, and leave your
preciſe folly.
I’ll leave you to the wilde world elſe,
dee ſee.
Is the name of a Tavern ſo odious to you?
Ha. Your brother has vext me ſufficiently alreadie,
and perhaps he’ll refuſe to come too! If he dares
let him. Welcome Mr.
Rooksbil, welcom Landlord,
and your faire daughter, welcome pretty one. Truſt
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me a pretty one indeed, pray be acquainted with my
daughter there.
In your Maiden-company,
I hope
ſhe will not think the Tavern ſuch a bugs neaſt as
ſhe did.
I had much ado to draw my rebellious chil-
dren to the Tavern after me.
Rook.And truly, ſir, ’tis the firſt to my knowledge
that e’re my daughter came into.
Croſ.All in good time, ſhe may encreaſe in ver-
tue. But if it be a fault, (as i’ my conſcience in his
thought it is a great tranſgreſſion) my unſetledneſſe,
and unprovidedneſſe elſe, where or how to entertain
a friend, or feed my ſelfe, may well excuſe us all,
Rook.O Sir,
I cannot enough admire that vertue in
Croſ.It is a vice, as much a vice or more, as is
your ſonnes, your caſt-aways as you call him, that
ſucks no other aire, then that of Tavernes, Tap-
houses, Brothels, and ſuch like. I would their ex-
tream qualities could meet each other at half-way,
and ſo mingle their ſuperfluities of humour unto a
mean betwixt ’hem. It might render them both al-
lowable ſubjects, where now the one’s a firedrake in
the aire, and t’other a mandrake in the earth, both miſ-
chievous, ſee how he ſtands like a mole-catcher. What
dirty dogged humour vvas
I in vvhen
I got him
Rookes.Hovve’re his carriage seems diſtaſteful un-
to you,
I could afford (vvith your allovvance, to
make conditions of eſtate agreeable) to give all that is
mine to him vvith my daughter.
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Croſ.What a mechanick ſlave is this, to
think a ſonne of mine, hovve’re
I under-rate him, a
fit mate to mingle blood vvith his moore-ditch breed.
True, his eſtate is great,
I underſtand it, but of all
foule
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vvould ſtir me to roare him dovvn the tavern-
Rooks.What do you think on’t ſirs.
Croſ.Heaven grant me patience.
Rooks.Will you conſider of it Maſter
Croſſe-
Croſ.I was never ſo put to’t.
I wiſh we had a
ſtickler.
I muſe that Maſter
Cockbrayne ſtayes
Rooks.You do not mind my motion ſir.
Croſ.Uds precious
I minde nothing,
I am ſo croſt
in mind that
I can minde nothing, nor
I will minde
nothing, dee ſee. Why comes not Mr.
Cockbrayne,
Rooks.Yet you minde him it ſeems. But he, ſir,
cannot come, and deſires you to hold him excuſ’d.
He’s gone about ſome ſpecial undertaking, for the
good of the Common-wealth, he ſayes.
Croſ.Fart for his undertaking; all the world is bent
to croſſe me. What is my young Maſter come? ha!
Enter Belt.
Belt.My young Maſter Mr.
Mihil will be here
preſently, he ſaid he would follow me at heeles,
Croſ.And why not come before you, ſir. Does he
not think that I have waited long enough, ſir? ſure
I’ll croſſe ſome body under that knaves pate of yours,
Belt.Thus when any body angers him, I am ſure to
Croſ.So now my ſpleen is a little palliated, let me
ſpeak with you Mr.
Rooksbill. Get you down, Sir-
rah, and bring me word, dinner is not ready, and I’ll
give you as much more, d’ye’ſee.
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Belt.That’s his way to his ſtomach.
Kat.And is your brother that your father ſayes is
ſo ungracious, ſo well acquainted with my brother
Luc.Oh all in all, he’s not ſo familiar with any man,
if
Mihil Croſwill be your brother, as ’tis mani-
Kat.I would not that my father knew it, for all
I can expect from him but his bleſſing, but does your
Luc.No, I would not he ſhould miſtruſt it for all
he has, bleſſing and all; and now that I have found
you love your brother ſo well,
I will make over my
reaſon and my counſel in truſt with you, hoping you
will not wrong that truſt.
Kat.If I do, may the due price of treachery be my
Luc.I love your brother, Lady, and he loves me.
The only good act that ever my brother did, was to
bring us acquainted, and is indeed all that he has to
live on. For I do ſuccour him with many a ſtolne peece
for the felicitie he brought me in your brothers love.
Now, my father, whoſe irreconcileable hate has for e-
ver diſcarded my brother, ſhould he but dream of
their acquaintance, would poiſon all my hopes.
Kat.But let me ask you, is there an hope betwixt
you and my brother ever to come together?
Luc.Yes, and a way he has for’t, which I under-
Kat.Truſt me, I pity you both, your caſe is very
Luc.Love’s above all adventures, the more hard
the atchievement is, the ſweeter the reward.
Kat.I like her ſpirit well.
Croſ.You Sir, come hither, what is hammering in
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Is’t not ſome Synodical queſtion to put unto the
brethren, concerning Whitſonales and Maygames?
Gab.Surely ſir, I was premeditating a fit thankſ-
giving to be rendred before meat in Tavernes, accord-
ing to the preſent occaſion which the time and place ad-
miniſtreth, and that as the ſpirit ſhall enable me, ſhall
be delivered before you in due ſeaſon.
Croſ.I am glad I know your minde; for that trick,
my zealous ſonne, you shall come in at half-dinner,
like a Chafing-diſh of coales, when the ſawce is cold, to
make uſe of the heat of your ſpirit; d’ye ſee. I love
Rook.Good ſir, put the Propoſition to him, that
I made my affection to him, urges it more and more,
I never was ſo taken with a man.
Croſ.But what’s that to your daughter? ha!
Rook.The same affection governes her, she is not
Croſ.Well, hold your peace, and was that your ſpi-
Croſ.Come Sir, at this Gentlemans requeſt I will
now put a queſtion to you concerning the fleſh. What
think you of yond Virgin there, his daughter? can you
affect her ſo well as to wiſh her to be your wedded
Gab.You mean, eſpouſed in holy Matrimony.
Gab.hum hum hum Pſalm tune. How happy.
Croſ.But do thou ſay, yes verily to that, and as I
hope to have peace in my grave. I’ll break the
Kings peace on thy pate preſently.
Gab.It is a weighty queſtion, and requires due pre-
meditation in a religious anſwer, pray give me leave
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Croſ.He ſayes he will talk with a cunning man a-
Rook.Sure you miſtake him, ſir.
Vint.You are welcome, Gentlemen.
Will. Harry,
Gab.Zachary is a good name.
names.
Vint.Where are you?
he (rings the bell) ſhew up into
the
Phœnix. Is the
Checque empty?
Croſſ.Hoyday, here’s a din.
Draw.A pottle of Canarie to the
Dolphin, ſcore.
Vint.Y’ are welcome, Gentlemen, take up the lil-
Draw.Half a dozen of clean pipes and a candle for
the
Elephant. They take their own Tobaccho.
Pots flie
Vint.Whoſe room do they foul
Sirrah,
clink
Gab.Do Elephants take Tobaccho?
Vint.Carry up a
Jordan for the
Maidenhead, and a
quart of white muskadine for the
blewRun down the
Croſ.Now me thinks, the muskadine for tht
Maidenhead, and the
Jordan for the
Bore
Fiddlers be-
Knock aboue, and a pot thrown. Why boyes, draw-
er, rogues, take up,
(below) By and by, by and by
Croſ.What variety of noiſes is here? and all excel-
lent ill ſounds.
(Above) Call up the Fidlers,
Gab.Such cries as theſe went forth before the deſo-
lation of the great City.
[Fidling rude tunes.
O prophane tinkling the cymbals of Satan, that
tickle the eare with vanity, to lift up the mind to lewd-
neſſe. Mine eares shall be that of the Adder againſt
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Rook.O rare, in a young man!
Gab.I will roar out aloud to drown your Incan-
tations. Yea, I will ſet out a throat even as the beaſt
Croſ.Hold your peace,
Sirrah, or I’le make you bel-
Enter Mihil, Nick.
Mi.Sfoot-back,
Nick to your own room. Thy
father’s here too, as I breath.
Mi.My
Lucie too, as I live. How the devil got they
acquainted? Sure he’s his Landlord. ’Tis ſo.
Croſ.Dare you come, ſir, you ſhould have ſtayed now
till you had been ſent for.
Croſ.Are you at your Verilies too? ha!
Mi.But for diſpleaſing you, I had rather have
graz’d on
Littletons Commons, or ha’ faſted this fourt-
night, then come for my repaſt into this Wilderneſſe;
Croſ.You are in the right
Sir, I’le have it ſo in-
deed, I’le know why I ſhall not elſe. What do you
Mi.I crie them mercie, my good brother,–and
Rook.But what vertuous men has this man to his
ſons, and how they thrive in grace againſt his will, it
Mi.What Gentlewoman is this of your acquaint-
Luc.’Tis well diſſembled brother, but I know your
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Enter Drawer haſtily.
Draw.What devil art thou that roareſt in mine
eare ſo.
[Beats the Drawer.
Draw.Hold, I beſeech you, I come to wait upon you.
Croſ.What, with a By and by, that ſtrikes into my
head as ſharp as a Stellatto.
Draw.I come to tell you, ſir, that your table’s co-
vered in a fairer Room, and more private, your meat
is ready to go up, and all in a readineſſe.
Croſ.Now thou art an honeſt fellow, there’s a
couple of ſhillings for thee. Have us out of thy
windmil here, I prithee, and thy By and by’s.
Exeunt omnes.
