MORECRAFT

And Widow, as I say be your own friend: your husband left you wealthy, I and wise, continue so sweet duck, continue so. Take heed of young smooth varlets, younger brother's, they are worms that will eat through your bags: they are very lightning, that with a slash or two will melt your money, and never sing your purse strings: they are colts, wench, colts, heady and dangerous, till we take um up, and make um fit for bonds; look upon me, I have had, and have yet matter of moment girl, matter of moment; you may meet with a worse back, I'll not commend it. Yet thus far by your favour widow, it's tuff. Sweet widow leave your frumps, and be edified: you know my state, I fell no Perspectives, Scarces, Gloves, nor Hangers, nor put my trust in Shoo-ties: and where your hus band in and age was rising by burned figs, dredged with meal and powdered sugar, sanders and grains, wormseed and rotten reasons, and such vile tobacco, that made the footmen man gie; I in a year have put up hundreds incios'd, my widow, those pleasant meadows, by a forfeit mortgage: for which the poor Knight takes a lone chamber, owes for his Ale, and dare nor Beatrice his Hostess: nay more — Not with the head, sweet widow. Now sir, from whom come you? whose man are you Sir? Be silent sir, I have no money, not a penny for you, he's sunk, your Master's sunk, a perished man sir. How saidst thou, good my friend, his brother drowned? And thy young Master left sole heir? And he wants money? Widow, be wise, there's more land coming, wid dow be very wise, and give thanks for me widow. I say, he may have money if he please. A thousand Sir, provided any wise Sir, his land lie for the payment, otherwise — My notable deer friend, and worthy M r Loveless, and now right worshipful, all joy and welcome. Dead? Dead? Now by the faith of my body it moves me much. Oh, ha he so? Will you fell Sir? I have no money Sir for mortgage; If you will fell, and all or none, I e work a new Mine for you. Six thousand pound Sir. There's a Gods penny for thee. I'll have all in or none. Come widow, come, never stand upon a knighthood, it's a mere paper honour, and not proof enough for a Sir giant. Come, come, I'll make thee — Farewell sweet widow, and think of it. She's rich and sober, if this itch were from her: and say I be at charge to pay the Footmen, and the True pet, I and the Horsemen too, and be a Knight, and she refuse me then: then am I hoist into the Subsidy, and so by consequence should prove a Coxcomb: I'll have a care of that. Six thou sand pound, and then the Land is mine, there's some refresh king yet. Captain I shall deserve some of your love too. Pardon me Captain, you're beside my meaning. I thank you worthy Captain for your counsel. You keep your chimneys smoking there, your nostrils, and when you can, you feed a man of war: this makes not you a Barron, but a bore one: and how or when you shall be saved, let the clarke o'th come pany (you have commanded) have a joust care of. Here's e'ne to him. This money must be paid again Sir? A Iouer-reacht? if there be law, I'll hamper ye. A pox upon your house. Come Widow, I shall yet hamper this young gamester. Yes, I will go, but it's no matter whither: But when I trust a wild fool, and a woman, May I lend gratis, and built Hospitals. Save you gent. save you. Come, pre thee be familiar Knight. Thou art wide yet: I'll keep thee company. Thou art cozened now, I am no usurer: What poor fellow's this? Give him money Knight. There poor fellow, here's and angel for thee. Yes faith K ight. I'll follow thy example: thou hadst land and thousands, thou spendest, and flungst away, and yet it flows in double: I purchased, wrung, and wierdraw'd for my wealth, lost, and was cozened: for which I make a vow, to try all the ways above ground. but I'll find a constant mean to riches without curses. Come, we are all gallants now, I'll keep thee company; Here honest fellow, for this gentleman's sake, theres two angels more for thee. Till I have a penny. I have brave clothes a making, and two horses; canst thou not h lpe me to a Match Knight, I'll lay a a thousand pound upon my crop-eare. Shall we go noble Knight? I would feign be acquainted. God save you, and good morrow to you all. Prithee good fellow help me to a cup of Beer. And here's for you and angel: Pray buy no Land, 'twill never prosper Sir. Sir I must keep you company. As many as you will Sir, I am for um. I shall look for't in good faith sir. She shall not lose her longing Sir: what is she? She must be then my Mistress. And you must take this ring, a poor pawn, Of some fifty pound. I shall be proud on't: what fellow's that: Ther's something. (my friend) for you to buy whips, And for you sir, and you sir. What shall we play, or drink? what shall we do? Who will hunt with me for a hundred pound? Sir I must have you grant me. To every Bride I dedicate this day: Six healths a piece, and it shall go hard, But every one a Jewel: Come be mad Boys. Take heed sir, she may chance to swoon again?