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I'll warrant you for half a piece. It was never made, Sir, For three score pound, I assure you: It'll yield thirty. The plush, Sir, cost three pound, ten shillings a yard! And then the lace, and velvet. o here's the bill, S r . He gives him the Play- bill. In, had forgotten to gi't you. Trust not your Engine, Break me to pieces else, as you would do A rotten Crane, or and old rusty Jack, That has not one true wheel in him. Do but talk with him. No Sir, the Wit, the Brain, the great Proiector, I told you of, is newly come to town. I ha'brought him (H'is without) Ere he pulled off his boots, Sir, but so followed, For businesses: Why, one Sir, that projects Ways to enrich men, or to make them great, By suits, by marriages, by undertakings: According as he sees they humour it. I think he can, Sir. (To tell you true) but, you do know, of late, The State hath taken such note of them, and compelled them, To enter such great bonds, they dare not practice. Oh, Sir! you'll grow the richer for the rest. By my means? You do not know, S r , What he has: and by what arts! A monei'd man, Sir, And is as great with your Almanack-Men, as you are! You make the other wait too long, here: And he is extreme punctual. Sir, you shall see: He'is in his riding suit, As he comes now from Court. But here him speak: Minister matter to him, and then tell me. S Ir, money's a whore, a bawd, a drudge; Fit to run out on errands: Let her go. Via pecuniam ! when she's run and gone, And fled and dead; then will I fetch her, again, With Aquavitae, out of and old Hogshead! While there are lees of wine, or dregs of beer, I'll never want her! Coin her out of cobwebs, Dust, but I'll have her! Raise wool upon egge-shells, Sir, and make grass grow out of marro-bones. To make her come. (Commend me to your Mistress, Say, let the thousand pound but be had ready, To a waiter. And it is done) I would but see the creature (Of flesh, and blood) the man, the prince, indeed, That could employ so many millions As I would help him to. Sir. Harken? why S r , do you doubt his ears? Alas! You do not know Master Fitz-dottrel. Good, S r . Throughout England ? A gallant tract Of land it is! Of the Kings glover? Sir, I do know you can. Is not that strange, S r , to make wine of raisins? But, how, S r , if you raise the other commodity, Raisin S? Sir, of what dispatch, He is! Do you mark? Yes, Sir, he was writing This morning, very hard. Is it passed? Oh Sir! your worship takes Infinite pains. And such a blessing follows it· That's sure, Sir. Yes; It goes Like Groen-land, Sir, if you mark it. He says true. That was your bedfellow, The other month. Sir. Do you remember the conceit you had— O'the Spanish gown, at home? Why, Sir your best will be one o'the players! What if they do? the jest will brook the Stage. But, there be some of'hem Are very honest Lads. There's Dick Robinson A very pretty fellow, and comes often To a Gentleman's chamber, a friends of mine. We had The merriest supper of it there, one night, The Gentleman's Landlady invited him To Gossips feast, Now, he Sir brought Dick Robinson, Dressed Like a Lawyers wife, amongst them all; (I lent him clothes) but, to see him behave it; And lay the law; and carve; and drink unto them; And then talk baudy: and send frolicks! oh! It would have burst your buttons, or not left you A seam. Oh Sir! and dresses himself, the best! beyond Forty o'your very Ladies ! did you never see him? Sir, the young Gentleman I tell you of, can command him. Shall I attempt it? Excellent well! Here is the Gentleman, Sir. Will undertake t'himselfe. I have acquainted him, Why, Robinson would ha'told him, You know. And he's a pleasant wit! will hurt Nothing you purpose. Then, he'is of opinion, That Robinson might want audacity, She being such a gallant. Now, he has been, In Spain, and knows the fashions there; and can Discourse; and being but mirth (he says) leave much, To his care: For that, He has the bravest device! He excepts at his sta ture. (you'll love him for't) To say, he wears Cioppinos: and they do so In Spain. And Robinson's as tall, as he. Every jot. Pray you go to him, then, Sir, and salute him. At my house, Sir. The fool's in sighed, Dotterel. Yes, boy, till the Session, That so thou mayest have a triumphal egression. No, Child, in a Car, The chariot of Triumph, which most of them are. And in the mean time, to be greasy, and bouzy, And nasty, and filthy, and ragged and lousy, With dam'n me, renounce me, and all the fine phrases; That bring, unto Tiborne, the plentiful gazes.