FREDERICK

Is Sir John Wordly up, Boy? Is my Bride up yet. No, and the Morn so fair. Thou'ast a good Taylor, and art very fine. O, Good-morrow Tailor, I abhor bills in a Morning. I wonder my invited guests are so tardy, What's a clock. And what news Pendant ? What thinkest thou of my present marriage? How shows the Beauty to thee I shall wed? But then her fortune Matched with her beauty, makers her up a match. And that her Sister then should love me to, Is it not strange? Why man, why? Pendant thou'lt make me dote upon my self, How knowest thou that? Th'art a rare Rascal; 'Tis not for nothing That men call thee my Commendations. Good Morrow, and good welcome Captain Pouts. But how haps it Captain, that your intended ma riage with my Father in Laws third daughter, is not so lemnized to day. See Boy, if they be up yet, Maids are long liars I perceive. Why should not they admit you my Lord, you cannot Commit with em my Lord. But what should be the reason of her sudden alte ration, she listened to thee once: Would, Not I, I swear. O, 'tis young Strange. That is the man, yet believe me Captaiue, it is a noble sprightly Citizen. Infinitely wealthy. Nay, you shall dedicate this day to me, We speak but by the way man, never despair; I can assure you, she's yet as free as Air. Sfut, he shall have my bound to do him good. Here's more Guess. Young M. Abraham, cry you mercy Sir. De'e hear how. Long mayest thou wear thy Knights-hood, & thy spurs Prick thee to Honour on, and prick off Curs. Sfut as much as a Triple I think, hast them I pray. Captain, what thinkest thou of such a woman in a long Sea Voyage, where there were a dearth of Victuals? What Countrymen, were your Ancestors S. Abram. Take heed what you say Sir, he's a Soldier. Nay good Sir Abraham, you shall not leave us. My Bride will never be ready I think: her are the other Sisters. Fie Captain, you are too blame. Put Spirit in your Fingers; Louder still, And the vast Air with your enchantments fill. Exeunt Om. Come, come, Captain, pray shake the hand of acquaintance with this Gentleman, he is in bodily fear of you. I but perhaps your nose she does despise. I think so to. I hold my life one of them was broke, and cost so much the healing. How now, who's this? I say the word, do it. Sweet is the love purchased with difficulty. Yes. I'll be your second then. Good-morrow brother, Come, let's be merry in despite of all, And make this day (as should be) festival. Faith you had, I must needs say so to. O this Music and good Wine is the soul of all the world. Whole? How now, whose this? This trust in Servants is a Jewel; Come, Let us to Bowls i'th Garden. Exeunt But do you think he will come at all? Where are the Caps. Come help me on with mine. Come, come, away for shame. But where's the Bride and Nevil ? This Nevil, this is Scudmore. But here's my Lady, What Riddle's this? This is the very Priest that married me, Is it not Sister? I have the Privilege then. Heart, what a deal a Knavery a Priests cloak can hide, if it be not one of the honestest friendliest Coozena ges that ere I saw, I am no Lord. But I pray Sir how came you unto this knowledge Tell him all Scudmore, while I go a wooing again, Sir John will you go along, and my two worshipful Elders, I pray be you witnesses, Priest go Neu. Scud. Bell. Stram. Kate. Whispers in one partly. Pend. Sir Abram. & Wag. in another. not you away, Heart I have so rumi nated on a Wife, that I must have one this night, or I shall run proud. Mistress Lucida, you did once love me, if you do still, no more words, but give me your hand, why are you doubtful? Is it a match? Then Bacchus squeeze Grapes with a plenteous hand. Parson you'll take some pains with us to night; Come Brother's come, fly Willow to the woods, And Like the Sea, for healths let's drink whole floods. What is the matter?