HEIGHAM

Come Gentlemen, w'are almost at the house, I promise you this walk over Towerhill, Of all the places London can afford, Hath sweetest Air, and fitting our desires. Hoyda, hoyda, nothing with you but up & ride, Yowl be within, ere you can reach the Door, And have the Wench, before you compass her: You are too hasty, Pisaro is a man, Not to be fed with Words, but won with Gold. But who comes here? Discharged thee of his service; for what cause? Built on our helps, and but devise the means. What dost thou mean by that? We will, go hie thee straight to Pauls, There shalt thou find one fitting thy desire; Thou soon mayest know him, for his Beard is black, Such is his raiment, if thou runnest apace, Thou canst not miss him Frisco. Say thou as much, and add life to this Coarse, Sir, I think you understand our suit, By the repairing we have had to you: Gentlemen you know, must want no Coin, Nor are they slaves unto it, when they have: You may perceive our minds; What say you to't? M. Pisaro, within this two months without fail, We will repay. Then this it was: those Lands that are not mortgaged Upon my life, 'tis some body brings news; The Court breaks up, and we shall know their Con fell: Look, look, how busily they fallen to reading. Came you sir from Spain lately? Turn to us, turn to the Gallows if you will, Good news in truth: But wherefore art thou sad? And if you be so hight upon your dinner, Your best way is, to haste Pisaro on, For he is cold enough, and slow enough; He hath so late digested such cold news. Nay prithee Ned Walg. lets bethink our selves, There's no such haste, we may come time enough: At first Pisaro bade us come to him Betwixt two or three a clock at after noon? Then was he old Pisaro : but since then, What with his grief for lose, and joy for finding, He quite forgot himself, when he did bid us, And afterwards forgot, that he had bade us. Nay all will go, if one: I prithee stay; Thou'rt such a rash and giddy headed youth, Each Stone's a Thorn: Hoyda, he skips for haste; Young Harvey did but jest; I know heel go. You see master Pisaro, we are bold guests You could have bid no surer men then we. It was your own self bade us to your cheer, When you were busy with Balsaro talking; You bade us cease our suits till dinner time, And then to use it for our table talk: And we I warrant you, are as sure as Steel. perhaps so: but me thinks your best way were to ship your self for Stoad, and there to batter your self for a commodity; for I can tell you, you are here out of liking. I sir, but he will first eat many a Fly: You know it must be a wonder, if a Crab catch a Foul. Ned. Come leave this idle chat, and lets provide Which of us shall be scarecrow to these Fools, And set them out the way? And so we shall be sure of chat enough; Yowl hold them with your sloutes and gulles so long, That all the night will scarcely be enough To put in practice, what we have devised: Come, come, I'll be the man shall do the deed. Do so: But hush, I hear one passing hither. What a pox are you mad or drunk; What, do you mean to break my Glasses? What Glasses sir; why my Glasses: and if you be so crancke, I'll call the Constable; you will not enter into a men house (I hope) in spite of him? Signor me no signors, nor cassa me no cassas: but get you hence, or you are Like to taste of the Bastinado. Do, do, good Ferdinand, pummel the logerhead. Yes marry when? can you tell: how do you? I thank you heartily, my finger in your mouth. Marry that you are and Ass and a Logerhead, To seek master Pisaros house here. What sir; why Leaden-hall, could you not see the four Spouts as you came along? How, to Croched-friers? Marry you must go along till you come to the Pump, and then turn on your right hand. What a bots ail you, are you mad? Will you run over me and break my Glasses? What Master Pisaro ? Logerhead, here's none of your Pisaros? No sir, here dwells none of your fine Gantle-wo man It a good deed sirrah, to see who you are; You come hither to steal my Glasses. And then counterfeit you are going to your Queans. Marry this is Fanchurch-streete, And the best way to Crotched-friers, is to follow your nose Then theres not only a growte head, but and Ass also. Master Mendall, get you gone, least you get a broken Pate and so mar all: heres no entrance for miss stres Laurentios sweet heart. Yes and to master Pisaros Shoes too, if he or they were here. Sirrah, you lie, here dwells no body but I, that have dwelled here this one & forty years, and sold Glasses. How Lodger-head, is Croched-friers here? I thought you were some such drunken Ass, That come to seek Croched-friers in Tower-street: But get you along on your left hand, and be hanged; You have kept me out of my Bed with your bangling, A good while longer then I would have been. Fair weather after you. And now my Lads, Have I not plide my partly as I should do? You madman, wild-oats, madcap, where art thou? Come, why loiter we? this is the Door: But soft, here's one asleep. Come back, come back, for we are passed the house Yonder's Matheas Chamber with the light. Laurentia, here. Better cannot Fallen. How would you use him. (sweet). If he should come? Look what he said in word, I'll act in doing. Promise them three good Ned, and say no more. What say you sweets, will you perform your words? Be not so testy, hear what we can say. Prethe have done. Ned, stop there. Whom? Anthony our friend, Ah now our Hope's, Are found too light to balance our ill haps. He tells you true, Laurentia is my Wife; Who knowing that her Sisters must be wed; Presuming also, that you'll bid her welcome, Are come to bear them company to Church. Why, you shall go seek it where it is. Whose there.