MERECRAFT

(I'll give you and account of this to morrow.) Yes, I will talk no less, and do it too; To another. If they were Myriads: and without the Devil, By direct means, it shall be good in law. To a third. Tell M r . Wood cock, I'll not fail to meet him Upon the Exchange at night. Pray him to have The writings there, and wee'll dispatch it. Sir, You are a Gentleman of a good presence, He turns to Fitz-dot trel. A handsome man (I have considered you) As a fit stock to grafted honours upon: I have a project to make you a Duke, now. That you must be one, within so many months, As I set down, out of true reason of state, You shall not avoid it. But you must harken, then. Good! Why, Engine, then I'll tell it you. (I see you have credit, here, And, that you can keep counsel, I'll not question.) He shall but be and undertaker with me, In a most feasible business. It shall cost him Nothing. Yes, which will arise To eighteen millions, seven the first year: I have computed all, and made my survey Unto and acre. I'll begin at the Pan, Not, at the skirts: as some have done, and lost, All that they wrought, their timberwork, their trench, Their banks all born away, or else filled up By the next winter. Tut, they never went The way: I'll have it all. It'll yield a pound and acre. We must let cheap, ever, at first. But Sir, This looks too large for you, I see. Come hither, We'll have a less. Here's a plain fellow, you see him, Has his black bag of papers, there, in Buckram, Wi'not be sold for earldom of Pancridge : Draw, Gi'me out one, by chance. Project. 4. Dog-skinnes? Twelve thousand pound! the very worst, at first. It's a toy, a trifle! Yes, But, by my way of dressing, you must know, Sir, And med'cining the leather, to a height Of improved beware, Like your Borachio Of Spain, Sir. I can fetch nine thousand for't— Yes, how herd you that? Within this hour: And reserve half my secret. Pluck another; See if thou hast a happier hand: I thought so. He plucks out the 2. Bottle-ale. The very next worse to it! Bottle-ale. Yet, this is two and twenty thousand! Pr'y thee Pull out another, two or three. Yes, Sir, it's cast to penny-hal'penny-farthing, O'the backside, there you may see it, read, I will not bore a Harrington o'the sum. I'll win it i'my water, and my malt, My furnaces, and hanging o'my coppers, The tonning, and the subtlety of my yeast; And, then the earth of my bottles, which I dig, Turn up, and steep, and work, and neal, my self, To a degree of Porc'lane. You will wonder, At my proportions, what I will put up In seven years! for so long time, I ask For my invention. I will save in cork, In my mere stop'ling, above three thousand pound, Within that term: by googing of them out Just to the size of my bottles, and not slicing. There's infinite lose i'that. What hast thou there? He draws out another. Raisines. O'making wine of raisins: this is in hand, now, Yes, and as true a wine, as wines of France, Or Spain, or Italy, Look of what grape My raisin is, that wine I'll render perfect, As of the muscatell grape, I'll render muscatell ; Of the Canary, his; the Claret, his; So of all kinds: and bore you of the princes, Of wine, throughout the kingdom, half in half. Why, then I'll make it out of blackberries: And it shall do the same. It's but more art, And the charge less. Take out another. Sir, there's not place, To gi'you demonstration of these things. They are a little to subtle. But, I could show you Such a necessity in't, as you must be But what you please: against the received heresy, That England bears no Dukes. Keep you the land, S r , The greatness of th'estate shall throw't upon you. If you Like better turning it to money, What may not you, S r , purchase with that wealth? Say, you should partly with two o'your millions, To be the thing you would, who would not do't? As I protest, I will, out of my divident, Lay, for some pretty principality, In Italy, from the Church Now, you perhaps, Fancy the smoke of England, rather? But— have you no private room, Sir, to draw to, T'enlarge our selves more upon. These, Sir, are businesses, ask to be carried With caution, and in cloud. I shall follow you; Trains, Gi'mee the bag, and go you presently, Commend my service to my Lady Tail-bush. Tell her I am come from Court this morning; say, In have God our business moved, and well: Entreat her, That she give you the fourscore Angels, and see them Disposed of to my Council, Sir Poul Eitherside. Sometime, to day, I'll wait upon her Ladyship, With the relation. Engine, when did you see My cousin Euer-ill ? keeps he still your quarter? I'the Bermudas ? Be not you known to him, That I am come to Town: I have effected A business for him, but I would have it take him, Before he thinks for't. Not yet. It's well o'the way. I love Friends, to be active: A sluggish nature puts off man, and kind. I thank My fate. Pray you let's be private, Sir? Where none may interrupt us. I think we have found a place to fit you, now, Sir. Gloc'ster. Why, S r ? That you say right in. Spenser, I think, the younger, Had his last honour thence. But, he was but Earl. By m'faith you are cunning i'the Chronicle, Sir. He whispers him of a place. What say you (to this then) Then take one proposition more, and hear it As passed exception. To be Duke of those lands, you shall recover: take Your title, thence, Sir, Duke of the Drowned-lands, Or Drowned-land. I, And drawing thus your honour from the work, You make the reputation of that, greater; And stay't the longer i'your name. Yes, when you have no foot left; as that must be, Sir, one day. And, though it tarry in your heirs, some forty, Fifty descents, the longer liver, at last, yet, Must thrust them out on't: if no quirk in law, Or odd Vice o'their own not do'it first. We see those changes, daily: the fair lands, That were the Clients, are the Lawyers, now: And those rich Manors, there, of good man Tailors, Had once more wood upon them, then the yard, By which were measured out for the last purchase. Nature hath these vicissitudes. She makes No man a state of perpetuety, Sir. Oh Sir! no toys must trouble your graven head, Now it is growing to be great. You must Be above all those things. Now you are to'ard the Lord, you must put off The man, Sir. You must do nothing As you ha'done it heretofore; not know, Or salute any man. The other month? the week. Thou dost not know the privileges, Engine, Follow that Title; nor how swift: To day, When he has put on his Lords face once, then— Best have her taught, Sir. Would! I do thank thee, With all my heart, deer Engine. Sir, there is A certain Lady, here about the Town, And English widow, who hath lately traveled, But she's called the Spaniard ; cause she came Latest from thence: and keeps the Spanish habit. Such a rare woman! all our women here, That are of spirit, and fashion flock, unto her, As to their President; their Law ; their Canon ; More then they ever did, to Oracle-Foreman. Such rare receipts she has, Sir, for the face; Such oils ; such tinctures ; such pomatumn's ; Such perfumes; medicines; quintessences, &c. And such a Mistress of behaviour; She knows, from the Dukes daughter, to the Doxy, What is their endue joust: and no more! By your patience, We must use means; cast how to be acquainted— We must think how, first. Your wife must send Some pretty token to her, with a compliment, And pray to be received in her good graces, All the great Ladies do't, Some little toy, I would not have it any great matter, Sir: A Diamant ring, of forty or fifty pound, Would do it handsomely: and be a gift Fit for your wife to send, and her to take. Why this Fitz-dot trel goes out. Is well! The clothes we'haue now: But, where's this Lady ? If we could get a witty boy, now, Engine ; That were and excellent crack. I could instruct him, To the true height. For any thing takes this dotterel. No, there's no trusting them. They'll talk on't, And tell their Poets. They say he's and ingenious youth! No, I do seldom see those toys. But think you, That we may have him? Yes, do it. It were'gainst reason, That you should urge it; Sir, send to a Goldsmith, e not her loose by't. Make it your own bounty, It will have the better success; what is a matter Of fifty pound to you, S r . You shall have credit, Sir. I'll send a ticket Unto my Goldsmith. Her, my man comes too, Trains en ters. To carry it fitly. How now, Trains ? What birds? Nay, Thom. Guilt-head. He will not buy a courtesy and beg it: Hee'll rather pay, then pray. If you do for him, You must do cheerfully. His credit, Sir, Is not yet prostitute! Who's this? thy son? A pretty youth, what's his name? Plutarchus ! How came that about? I'the City? And you do breed him, there? Why, then, he is i'the right way. Out vpon't! And loose the laudable means, thou hast at home, here, Advance, and make him a young Alderman ? Buy him a Captains place, for shame; and let him Into the world, early, and with his plume, And Scarves, march through Cheapside, or along Cornehill, And by the vertue' of those, draw down a wife There from a windo', worth ten thousand pound! Get him the posture book, and's leaden men, To set upon a table, against his Mistress Chance to come by, that he may draw her in, And show her Finsbury battles. As thou hast conscience. Come, come, thou dost wrong Pretty Plutarchus, who had not his name, For nothing: but was born to train the youth Of London, in the military truth— That way his Genius lies. My Cousin Euerill ! Oh, are you here, Sir? pray you let us whisper. Mere-craft tells him of his faults. Why, I have told you o'this. This comes of wearing Scarlet, gold lace, and cut-works! your fine gartering! With your blown roses, Cousin! and your eating Pheasant, and Godwit, here in London ! haunting The Globes, and Mermaids ! wedging in with Lords, Still at the table! and affecting lechery, In velvet! where could you have contented your self With cheese, salt-butter, and a pickled hearing, I'the Low-countries; there worn cloth, and fustian! Been satisfied with a leap of your Host's daughter, In garrison, a wench of a stoter! or, Your Sutlers wife, i'the leaguer, of two blanks! You never, then, had run upon this flat, To write your letters missive, and send out Your privy seals, that thus have frighted off All your acquaintance; that they shun you at distance, Worse, then you do the Bailies! You do not think, what you owe me already? I, you are a right sweet nature! You'll leave this Empire, one day? You will not ever have this tribute paid, Your sceptre o'the sword? Will you, Sir, help, To what I shall provoke another for you? They join. Strike in then, for your partly. M r . Fitz-dottrel If I transgress in point of manners, afford me Your best construction; I must beg my freedom From your affairs, this day. It is Mere-craft pretends but sinesse. In succour of this Gentleman's occasions, My kinsman— I am sorry you should so interpret it, But, Sir, it stands upon his being invested In a new office, he has stood for, long: Mere-craft describes the office of Depen dancy. Master of the Dependences ! A place Of my projection too, Sir, and hath met Much opposition; but the State, now, see's That great necessity of it, as after all Their writing, and their speaking, against Duels, They have erected it. His book is drawn— For, since, there will be differences, daily, betwixt Gentlemen; and that the roaring manner Is grown offensive; that those few, we call The civil men o'the sword, abhor the vapours; They shall refer now, hither, for their process ; And such as trespass against the rule of Court, Are to be fined— But now, Sir, My learned council, they must have a feeling, They'll partly, Sir, with no books, without the hand gout Be oiled, and I must furnish. If't be money, To me straight. I am Mine, Mint and Exchequer, To supply all. What is't? a hundred pound? Why, he must have them, if he will. To morrow, Sir, Will equally serve your occasion's,— And therefore, let me obtain, that you will yield To timing a poor Gentleman's distresses, In terms of hazard.— I must Get him this money, and will.— Oh good S r . do you think So coursely of our manners, that we would, For any needs of ours, be pressed to take it: Though you be pleased to offer it. I can never believe less. But we, Sir, must preserve our dignity, He offers to be gone. As you do publish yours. By your fair leave, Sir. Sir, I honour you. And with joust reason, for these noble notes, Of the nobility, you pretend too! But, Sir— I would know, why? a motive (he a stranger) You should do this? Oh, Sir! I have done, then; If he can be made profitable, to you. S r , it concerns, the first be a perfect Business, For his own honour! Do, satisfy him: give him the whole course. That he will, sure, But, these same Citizens, they are such sharks! He whis pers Fitz-dotterels a side. There's and old debt of forty, I Gam my word For one is run away, to the Bermudas, And he will hook in that, or he with not do. No, no more, Sir. What ready Arithmetic you have? do you hear? And then Guilt-head A pretty morning's work for you, this? Do it, You shall have twenty pound on't. You will hook still? well, Show us your ring. You could not have done this, now With gentleness, at first, we might have thanked you? But groan, and have you courtesies come from you Like a hard stool, and stink? A man may draw Your teeth out easier, then your money? Come, Were little Guilt-head here, no better a nature, He pulls Plutarchus by the lips. I should never love him, that could pull his lips off, now! Was not thy mother a Gentlewoman? And went to the Court at Christmas, and S to . Georges-tide ? And lent the Lords-men, chains? I knew, thou must take, after some body! Thou couldst not be else. This was no shop-look! will have thee Captain Guilt-head, and march up, And take in Pimlico, , and kill the bush, At every tavern! Thou shalt have a wife, If smocks will mount, boy. How now? you ha'there now Some Bristo-stone, He turns to old Guilt-head. or Cornish counterfeit You'd put upon us. H'is yellow. And what do you value this, at? thirty pound? Turnings, you mean? I know your Equinocks : You're grown the better Father's of'hem o'late. Well, where't must go, it'll be judged, and, therefore, Look you't be right. You shall have fifty pound for't. Not a deneer more! And, Now to Fitz-dot trel. because you would Have things dispatched, Sir, I'll go presently, Inquire out this Lady. If you think good, Sir. Having and hundred pieces ready, you may Partly with those, now, to serve my kinsmans turns, That he may wait upon you, anon, the freer; And take them when you have sealed, a gain, of Guilt-head. And dispatch all, Together. Well, go, and seal then, S r , make your return As speedy as you can. Soft, Sir, But, you will hear? Theres forty pieces for you. Your half. You know, that Guilt-head must have twenty. Oh, thats to be given to a Lady ! By that good light, it is. Why? You must. By what law, do you this? Good! And, I am he: I thank you. I shall be rid o'this tyranny, one day? Leave you your doubting. And do your portion, what's assigned you: I Never failed yet. 'Slight! There's Engines share too, I had forgotten! This reign Is too-too-vnsuportable! I must Quit my self of this vassalage! Engine ! welcome. HOw goes the cry? Wil't do? Where's Robinson ? Why did you so? But he is too tall! Is he so? Nay, I had rather To trust a Gentleman with it, o'the two. Sir, my friend Engine has acquainted you With a strange business, here. Yes, Sir. Now, that the Conjurers have laid him by, I have made bold, to borrow him a while; Yes, Sir. Sir, that will make it well. You shall have caution, Sir, for what he yields, To six pence. Engine's your Pro'uedor. But, Sir, I must (Now I'haue entered trust wi'you, thus far) Secure still in your quality, acquaint you With somewhat, beyond this. The place, designed To be the Scene, for this our merry matter, Because it must have countenance of women, To draw discourse, and offer it, is here by, At the Lady Tail-bushes. M r Ambler ? Sir, It shall be no shame to me, to confess To you, that we poor Gentlemen, that want acres, Must for our needs, turn fools up, and plough Ladies Sometime, to try what glebe they a e: and this Is no unfruitful piece. She, and I now, Are on a project, for the fact, and venting Of a new kind of fucus (paint, for Ladies ) To serve the kingdom: wherein she her self Hath traveled, specially, by way of service Unto her sex, and Hope's to get the Monopoly, As the reward, of her invention. Yes, Sir, Away, then. Returned so soon? There's a shop-shift! plague on'hem. He'll swear, and forswear too, it is his trade, You should not have left him. No, now let him alone. True, and it's time. I have learned, Sir, since you went, her Ladi ship ats With the Lady Tail bush, here, hard by. Yes, if you' had a servant, now of presence, Well clothed, and of and aë y voluble tongue, Neither too big, or little for his mouth, That could deliver your wives compliment; To send along withal. She'll take no note of that, but of his message. He shows him his Pug. He'll serve, S r , give it him: And let him go along with me, I'll help To present him, and it. Trust him, with it; Gives him instructions. I'll put them in his mouth. Sir, you'll have use for them, Anon, your self, I warrant you: after dinner, When you are called. Sir, but you must, if she appoint to fit. And, she's president. And, 'twere his Dam too, you must now apply Your self, Sir, to this, wholly; or loose all. S r . Never think on't. But say, that he be one, Wi'not be awed! but laugh at you. How then? Perhaps, He would do that twice, rather then thank you. Come, get the Devil out of your head, my Lord, (I'll call you so in private still) and take Your Lord ship i'your mind. You were, sweet Lord, He puts him in mind of his quarrel. In ta ke to bring a Business to the Office. Why should no you, S r , carry it o'your self, Before the Office be up? and show the world, You had no needs of any men direction; In point, Sir, of sufficiency. I speak Against a kinsman, but as one that tenders Your graces good. To Publications : would your Deed drawn presently. And leave a blank to put in your Feoff es One, two, or more, as you see cause— Come, we must this way. Hard by here Over the way. Now, to achieve this ring, He Thy kes how to coo zen the bea rer, of the ring. From this same fellow, that is to assure it; Before he give it. Though my Spanish Lady, Be a young Gentleman of means, and scorn To share, as he does say, I do not know How such a toy may tempt his Ladyship: And therefore, I think best, it be assured. Oh, yes. What else? ha'you your false-beard about you? Trains. And is this one of your double Cloaks? Be ready then. Sweet Pi fallen ! COme, I must buss— I'll set thee up again. Offers to kiss. Never fear that: canst thou get never a bird? No Thrush's hungry? Stay, till cold weather come, I'll help thee to and Onsell, or, a Fieldfare. She runs in, in haste: he follows. Who's within, with Madame ? Please you stay here, a while Sir, I'll go in. Where are you, S r ? Is your ring ready? Go with me. Me? When? by whom? I sent none, sure. My meaning ever was, you should deliver it, Your self: So was your Master's charge, you know. What fellow was it, do you know him? Saw you any? Trains ? Inquire. This is above strange! Mere-craft accuseth him of negli gence. That you should be so retchless. What'll you do, Sir? How will you answer this, when you are questioned? Alas! the use of it is so present, There is not so much time, Sir. But how ever, The Lady is a noble Lady, and will (To save a Gentleman from check) be entreated To say, she ha received it. No doubt, to such and office, It will be a Lady's bravery, and her pride. That were a treachery! Upon my word, Be confident. Return unto your master, My Lady President sits this afternoon, Ha'stan the ring, commends her services unto your Lady-duchess. You may say She's a civil Lady, and do's give her All her respects, already: Bade you, tell her She lives, but to receive her wished commandments, And have the honour here to kiss her hands: For which shee'll stay this hour yet. Hasten you Your Prince, away. You confess your fears. Too much. We must move, Madame, in order, by degrees: not jump. True, he had great friends, But, because some, sweet Madame, can leap ditches, We must not all shun to go over bridges. The harder parts, I make account are done: He flatters her. Now, it's referred. You are infinitely bound Unto the Ladies, they have so cried it up! They have sent the Spanish-Lady, To gratulate with you— That you must, and visit them. Where's Ambler ? Not Madam ? So I hear, Madame. Pray you how was it? I guessed it, Madame. Which he did! How! And what said Manly to him? Here comes Manly. Not I, Madam, I am no kin to him, we but call Cousin's, Mere-craft denies him. And if we were, Sir, I have no relation Unto his crimes. Madame? H'is one, in a word, I'll trust his malice, With any men credit, I would have abused! No, but because my Lady, Named him my kinsman; I would satisfy you, What I think of him: and pray you, upon it To judge me! Yes, Madame. Did I never tell't you? I meant to have offered it Your Ladyship on the perfecting the patent. For serving the whole state with Tooth-picks; The Tooth-picks. (Somewhat and intricate Business to discourse) but— I show, how much the Subject is abused, First, in that one commodity? then what diseases, And putrefactions in the gums are bred, By those are made' of' adulterate, and false wood? My plot, for reformation of these, follows. To have all Tooth-picks, brought unto and office, There sealed; and such as counterfeit them mulcted. And last, for venting them to have a book Printed, to teach their use, which every child Shall have throughout the kingdom, that can read, And learn to pick his teeth by. Which beginning Early to practice, with some other rules, Of never sleeping with the mouth open, changed wing Some grains of mastic, Trains his man whis pers him. will preserve the breath Pure, and so free from tayn!— ha'what is't? sayest thou? The Lady is come. Here is a noble Lady, Madame, come, Wittipol I dressed Like a Spanish Lady. Excuses him self for not kissing. From your great friends, at Court, to see your Ladyship : And have the honour of your acquaintance. Master Fitz dotterel ? And his wife: where? Madame, the Duke of Drowned-land, That will be shortly. The same. YOur servant, Madame ! The Lady, Madame, whose Prince has brought her, here, To be instructed. That's Lady-President. Sir, she has it. Do you see it, Sir.) What do you mean, S r ? You did not acquaint him, S r ? So he said, to you? But S r , you do not know him. Yes, Justice Eitherside. That I know's the course. But Sir, you mean not to make him Feoffee ? How now little Pitfall. No, tell him, if he were, I ha'made his peace! Mere-craft whispers a gainst him. He's one, Sir, has no State, and a man knows not, How such a trust may tempt him. Pretty Plutarchus ? Art thou come with it? and has Sir Paul viewed it? Will you step in, S r . And read it? Madame : Do you hear, Sir, We have another leg-strain'd, for this Dotterel. Mere-craft takes Witti pol aside, & moves a pro iect for him self. He' ha a quarrel to carry, and ha caused A deed of Feoffment, of his whole estate To be drawn yonder; h'ha'st within: And you, Only, he means to make Feoffee. H'is fallen So desperately enamoured on you, and talks Most Like a madman: you did never hear A Phre to so in love with his own favour! Now, you do know, it's of no validity In your name, as you stand; Therefore advise him To put in me. (h'is come here:) You shall share Sir. What have you done, Sir? Sir, we are all abused! Sir, we must play and aftergame of this But we may think how to recover all: If you will act. Let's follow him. B Ut ha my Lady missed me? With me? what say you M r Ambler ? Oh, is that all? I warrant you. Brief, good Master Ambler, Put your self to your rack: for I have tasque Mere-craft seems full of business. Of more importance. Spare your Parenthesis. Well, and you went to a whore? Nay, if you fallen, from your gallop, I am gone S r . A kind of Irish penance! Is this all, Sir? I will promise you, S r . I cannot stay wi'you Sir, to condole; but gratulate your return. And give you potions, by which means you were Not Compos mentis, when you made your feoffment. There's no recovery of your state, but this: This, Sir, will sting. For, it is more then manifest, that this was A plot of your wives, to get your land. Nay, and my cossen has known These gallants in these shapes. How, a men honesty may be fooled! I thought him A very Lady. But this way, Sir, you'll be revenged at height. Yes faith, and since your Wife Has run the way of woman thus, even give her — Princely resolved Sir, And Like your self still, in Potentià. GVilt-head what news.? Why M. Guilt-head, Landlord, Thou art not mad, though th'art Constable Puffed up with th'pride of the place? Do you hear, Sirs. Have I deserved this from you two? for all My pains at Court, to get you each a patent upon my project of the forks, The laudable use of forks, Brought into custom here, as they are in Italy, To sparing of Napkins. That, that should have made Your bellows go at the forge, as his at the furnace. I have procured it, have the Signet for it, Dealt with the Linendrapers, on my private, By cause, I feared, they were the likeliest ever To stir against, to cross it: for it'll be A mighty savour of Linen through the kingdom (As that is one of my grounds, and to spare washing) Now, on you two, had I laid all the profits. Guilt-h and to have the making of all those Oh go worser and silver, for the better personages; And you, of those of Steel for the common sort. And both by Patent, I had brought you your seals in. Sledge is brought a bout. And Guilt-head comes. But now you have prevented me, and I thank you. Sledge is brought a bout. And Guilt-head comes. Nay choose. Why this shows A little good nature in you, I confess, But do not tempt your friends thus. Little Guilt-head, Advise your sire, great Guilt-head from these courses: And, here, to trouble a great man in reversion, For a matter of fifty on a false Alarm, Away, it shows not well. Let him get the pieces And bring them. Yo'll hear more else. Who? M. Fitz-Dottrels man? Beware what you do, M. Ambler. What said he to you, Sir? How! a good jest! yo'are right. No more of that, sweet cousin. Question not than : it's done. I had indeed. Do not upbraid me. It's right. What would you more, then Guilty? Now, your succours. Here you are lodged, Sir, you must send your garnish, Pug is brought to Newgate. If you'll be private. Sir, They had given him potions, That did enamour him on the counterfeit Lady — And then the witchcraft 'gan't' appear, for straight He fell into his fit. Yes, Sir, and send for his wife. Who's found a thief, Madam. And to have robbed your Usher, Master Ambler, This morning. In l tell you more, anon. He begins his fit. Hark the poor Gentleman, how he is tormented! Do you think so, S r . How he foams! Oh strange impude ̄ ce! That these should come to face their sin! Did you mark, Sir, upon their coming in, How he called Wittipol. Wallow, gnash: And give soap to act with. And act a little. Speak, Sir, some Greek, if you can. Is not the Justice A solemn gamester? What, would the Devil borrow money? Except he please, but's count' nance; (That I will have) appear in't, to great men, For which I'll make him one. He shall not draw A string of's purse. I'll driven his patent for him. We'll take in Citizens, Commoners, and Aldermen, To bear the charge, and blow them off again, Like so many dead flies, when it's carried. The thing is for recovery of drowned land, Whereof the Crown's to have his moiety, If it be owner; Else, the Crown and Owners To share that moiety: and the recouerers Enjoy the tother moiety, for their charge. How do you Like her. I must Deliver it, or mar all. This fool's so jealous. Madame — Sir, wear this ring, and pray you take knowledge, 'Twas sent you by his wife. And give her thanks, Do not you dwindle, Sir, bear up. You must be ruled And take some counsel. Why, if he were the Devil, we shall not needs him, If you'll be ruled. Go throw your self on a bed, Sir, Mere-craft gives the in structions to him and the rest. And feign you ill. Wee'll not be seen with you, Till after, that you have a fit: and all Confirmed within. Keep you with the two Ladies And persuade them. I'll to Justice Eitherside, And possess him with all. Trains shall seek out Engine, And they two fill the town with't, every cable Is to be veered. We must employ out all Our emissaries now; Sir, I will send you Bladders and Bellows. Sir, be confident, It's no hard thing t'out do the Devil in: A Boy of thirteen year old made him and Ass But 'toher day. A kind of arbitrary Court it'll be, Sir.