DRUGGER

Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. I, an't please you. This, an't please your worship, I'am a young beginner, and am building Of a new shop, an't Like your worship; joust, At corner of a street: (Here's the plot on't.) And I would know, by art, Sir, of your Worship, Which way I should make my door, by Necromantie. And, where my Shelves. And, which should be for Boxes, And, which for Pots, I would be glad to thrive, Sir. And, I was wished to your Worship, by a Gentleman, One Captain Face, that say's you know men's Planets, And their good Angels, and their bade. Troth, Sir, I was speaking, Just, as your Worship came here, of your Worship. I pray you, speak for me to M r . Doctor. Yes, indeed, Sir. Yes, Sir. I, Sir. Yes, Sir, Sir, I have, At home, already— Good Captain, What must I give? I would gi'him a Crown. Yes, I have a Portague, I ha'kept this half year. I would entreat Another favour of his Worship. But, to look over, Sir, my Almanac, And cross out my Ill-dayes, that I may neither Bargain, nor trust upon them. Thank, Sir, both your Wor ships. A sign, Sir. Sir, I do thank his Worship. Yes, Sir. I have another thing, I would impart— Sir, there is lodged hard by me A rich young Widow. But nineteen, at the most. Marry sh'is not in fashion, yet; she wears A hood: but't stands a cop. And, I do, now and then give her a fucus, And physic too sometime, Sir, for which she trusts me With all her mind. She's come up here, of purpose To learn the fashion. And she do's strangely long to know her fortune. Yes, I have spoke to her of his Worship, already: But she's afraid, it will be blown abroad And hurt her Marriage. No, Sir, shee'll never marry Under a Knight. Her brother has made a Vow. No, Sir, A Gentleman, newly, warm in 'his land, Sir, Scarce cold in his one and twenty; that do's govern His Sister, here: and is a Man himself Of some three thousand a year, and is come up To learn to quarrel, and to live by his wits, And will go down again, and die i'the Country. Yes, Sir, to carry Quarrels, As Gallants do, and manage them, by line. I'll try my power, Sir. Yes, here's the Gentleman, Captain, M r . Kastrill, I have brought to see the Doctor. Sir, as he likes, his Sister (he says) shall come. Truth, and no more I was not. Could he tell you that, too? In troth we had been a shooting, And had a piece of fat Ram-Mutton, to supper, That lay so heavy o'my stomach— My head did so ache— (Yes faith she dwells in Seacoale-lane) did cure me, With sodden Ale, and Pellitory o'the Wall; Cost me but two pence. I had another sickness, Was worse then that. In truth, and it was Like To-have cost me almost my life. Yes, Sir, it done for spite Yes Sir. And he hath damned himself three terms, to pay me. Thirty shillings, Sir: And for six Syringes. Or a Knight o'the curious coxcomb. Do you see? Yes Sir. Yes Sir, did you never see me play the Pool? Not I Sir, I am no Brother.