DOWNRIGHT

I, what of him? So, would not I in any bastards, brother, As, it is Like, he is: although I knew My self his father. But you said you had somewhat To tell me, gentle brother, what is't? what is't? What needs this circumstance? pray you be direct. You are too tedious, come to the matter, the matter. God's-dignity, I know not what I should say to him, in the whole world! He value's me, at a cracked three-farthings, for ought I see: It will never out of the flesh that's bred in the bone! I have told him enough, one would think, if that would serve: But, counsel to him, is as good, as a shoulder of mutton to a sick horse. Well! he knows what to trust to, for GEORGE. Let him spend, and spend and domineer, till his heart ache; and he think to be relieved by me, when he is God into one o'your city pounds, the Counters, he has the wrong sow by the ear, i'faith: and claps his dish at the wrong men door. I'll lay my hand of my halfpenny, ever I partly with it, to fetch him out, I'll assure him. Is death, he mads me, I could eat my very spur-lethers, for and her! But, why are you so tame? Why do not you speak to him, and tell him how he disquiets your house? Mass perhaps so: They' are Like enough to do it. How then? what should he do? Why, do you hear? you. How, scavenger? stay sir, stay? Heart! stand you away, and you love me. Would? scavenger? well, go to, I say little: but, by this good day (God forgive me I should swear) if I put it up so, say, I am the rankest cow, that ever pist. God's-dignity, and I swallow this, I'll never draw my sword in the sighed of Fleetstreet again, while I live; I'll fit in a bairn, with Madge-howlet, and catch mice first. Scavenger? Heart, and I'll go near to fill that huge tumbrel-slop of yours, with somewhat, and I have good luck: your GARAGANTVA breech cannot carry it away so. These are my brother's consorts, these! these are his Cam'rades , his walking mates! he's a gallant, a Cavaliero too, right hangman cut! Let me not live, and I could not find in my heart to swinge the whole ging of them, one after another, and begin with him first. I am grieved, it should be said he is my brother, and take these courses. Well as he brews, so he shall drink, for GEORGE, again. Yet, he shall hear on't, and that tightly too, and I live, I'faith. I, I, let me alone for that, I warrant you. Pray heaven it do. His friends? his fiends. S'lud, they do nothing but hant him, up and down, Like a sort of unlucky sprites, and tempt him to all man ner of villainy, that can be thought of. Well, by this light, a little thing would make me play the devil with some of them; and 'twere not more for your husbands sake, then any thing else, I'd make the house too hight for the best on hem: they should say, and swear, hell were broken lose, ever they went hence. But, by gods will, it's no bodies fault, but yours: for, and you had done, as you might have done, they should have been per boiled, and baked too, every mother's son, ever they should have come in, ever a one of them. I am vexed, I can hold never a bone of me still! Heart, I think, they mean to built, and breed here! Oh, the fiend! Come, you might practice your ruffian-tricks somewhere else, and not here, I wusse: this is no tavern, nor drinking-school, to vent your exploits in. Marry, that ha mine, sir. Nay, Boy, never look askance at me, for the matter; I'll tell you of it, I, sir, you, and your companions, mend your selves, when I have done? Yes sir, you companions, so I say, I am not afraid of you, nor them neither: your hang-bies here. You must have your Poets, and your potlings, your soldado's , and foolado's , to follow you up and down the ci tie, and here they must come to domineer, and swagger. Sirrah, you, ballad-singer, and slops, your fellow there, get you out; get you home: or (by this steel) I'll cut off your ears, and that, presently. Yea, that would I feign see, boy. You whoreson, bragging coystril: WHy, how now? what's the matter? what's the stir here? Whence springs the quarrel? THOMAS! where is he? Put up your weapons, and put off this rage. My wife and sister, they are cause of this, What, THOMAS? where is this knave? A sort of lewd rake-hells, that care neither for God, nor the de vill! And, they must come here to read ballads, and rogery, and trash! I'll mar the knot of them ere I sleep, perhaps: especially BOB, there: he that's all manner of shapes! and Songs, and sonnets , his fellow. What peevish luck have I, I cannot meet with these bragging rascals? Oh, PHARAOS foot, have I found you? Come, draw, to your tools: draw, gipsy, or I'll thresh you. Draw your weapon, then. God's-death, you will not draw, then? Prate again, as you Like this, you whoreson foist, you. You'll control the point, you? Your consort is gone? had he stayed, he had shared with you, sir. God's-dignity, tell not me of my money, bring him away, I say. Yet more ado? Oh, did you find it, now? you said, you bought it, erewhile. Sir. He did not serve it on me. Marry, sir, he came to me, and said, he must serve it, and he would use me kindly, and so— Hoy-day, here is stuff! To mock and ape withal. Oh, I could sow up his mouth, now. Are you rime-given, too? Oh, here's no foppery! Death, I can endure the stocks, better. O monster! impudence it self! tricks? Respect? what talk you of respect among such, As have nor spark of manhood, nor good manners? God's-dignity I am ashamed, to hear you! respect? Why how now, signior gull! are you turned filtcher of late? come, deliver my cloak. These gentlemen? these rascals? I obey thee. What must I do, officer? Gull, you'll give me my cloak? You will. Officer, there's thy fee, arrest him. Nay, that shall not serve your turn, now, sir. Officer, I'll go with thee, to the Justices: bring him along. I'll ha'you answer it, sir. I'll have no words taken. Bring him along. It's true, you may take bail, and choose; at another time: but you shall not, now, varlet. Bring him along, or I'll swinge you. Come along, afore me, here. I do not love your hanging look behind.