LITTLEGOOD

Are you so well resolved? but I may cross you. Yes, you are the wickedest, The most ungracious child, that ever lived Under so good a government, but that Shall turn to tyranny, since your discretion Can not distinguish of the difference. Have I, what should I say? cherished you up, With tenderness, and costly education, To have you made a Sacrifice to beggary, To one that's cut off, disinherited, The son of the people? Sir 'tis most basely done of you, to use The charity, and freedom of my house, Thus to seduce my daughter: but for that If you can keep her as well from your mind, As I can from your sighed, you may in time, Learn to forget her. You were best go travel, Repair your self by some new found plantation, Not think to supplant my issue. This place, Is moralized with thrift and industry, Suits not with men of your condition, That have no stock but their gentry. Get you in, And for your partly sir, know my house no more, I'll provide her a husband. So farewell. I overheard it. When she did plot her own destruction, And sealed it with her hand, and kissed upon't. You know Aurelio? That Beggar, that undone thing. That I were so happy To know she loved you. Huswife do you hear? Here is a Gentleman has Land and means, And wit, and beauty, more I wis then tother: Make much of him, and what he says, be ruled by him. I leave you. Crochet where are you? How so man? 'Tis no matter so long as his purse is well cramed. Belike thou thinkest that Nature is uncharitable in him, no he has benevolence in store for her; what because he is old, I am old my self, man. If I were older knave? Why what then? Sayest thou me so? The knave is very pleasant. Whats her preferment then, Crochet? Is that all? And yet the foolish girl will not perceive it. Go, fetch her hither, I'll advice my self. Come Aemilia, these showers are unseasonable. They will extinguish the torch, that should burn bright before thy unptiall; be not dismayed, you are young and so is Aurora, she looks fresh every morning: yet disdains not to kiss her old Tithou, and lies all night with him, and when she rises, be trays with her blushes, the wanton heat of her paramour. Tempt not my patience, I would not willingly use the authority of a father to command, what I had rather win by entreaty. Not when I entreat you? Will she have her liberty restrained? will she re nounce my protection? shall not I dispose of her? if not, let her use her pleasure, betray her self, Like her other sister to beggary, be Like Scylla, cut the purple hair of my life, and then turn Monster, let her. I'll tell you what you shall do, be advised; refuse not a good offer, think of old Dotario, think how to love him, think of his wealth, think of his honour, think of me, think of your self, think what will come after, if you be stubborn. Well Crochet, I'll leave thee to persuade her whilst I fetch the old man to confime it Look you here comes the old Leacher, he looks as fresh as and old play new vampt, pray see how trim he is, and how the Authors have corrected him, how his Taylor, and his Barber have set him forth; sure he has received and other impression Well, now I have brought you together, here I'll leave you, when lovers parley, Parents are no fit Auditors; see that you use the Gentleman respectively, and though sir, she seem coy and deny you, impute it not to perverseness but more desty. Maids in their first assaults consult with shame, in the next with weakness. So I leave you, Nay, good wife hear me. Do, make a Gallant of him or a Gull, either will serve, he may ride up and down, and have his Coach wait for him at Plays and Taverns, take up upon trust, consort with wits and swordmen, be afraid of Sergeants, and spend more for his Protection then would pay the debt: he may be a Stickler for quarrels, and compound them at his own charge: reel every night to his lodging, and be visited in the morning with borrowing Letters, dice at Ordinaries, and lend on all hands.: seal at all hours, or be beaten to it. These are gifts in a son, beyond art or nature, for a father to be proud of, or else he may run away with all he can get, and when 'tis gone, lie at a neighbours house till his peace be made. I'll do any thing wife that you will have me. I must yield to her for my quietness sake, was ever man thus tied to a Chymera, thus vexed with that should be his happiness. I have married with tumult, and begotten my affliction, not one of my generation will be ruled; and for my wife, she has a tongue will run post sixteen stages to gether, and never tire for it; with that she can work me to any agreement. Well take your son to your charge, do what you list with him: but for the wenches, I'll either choose them husbands, or else they shall trudge without any other Dowry, then what nature has bestowed on them, that's cer taine. Sweet wife be pacified. Not a fools coat, but I shall have one of your Spinning very shortly. What to do? Was ever any mother in this humour? that should re claim her son from his ill courses, to animate him, and sup ply his riot: let her enjoy her follies, smart for them, and then repent; here hold, there's twenty pieces, I am sure all thrown away, they are in a consumption already, and will be dead, and drawn out by to morrow. What thinkest thou Crotchet? I give it lost Crotchet, I give it lost; but stay, my daughters; I had needs have Argus eyes to look about me, or the Dragons that watched the Hesperides: I am beset on all hands; my daughters are wily, my wife wilful, my son I know not what, with the fear of my money, do so distract me, that my wits are disjointed amongst them, all the remain der of my Hope's is, if Valeria have proved tractable to Mr. Spruse, and that Dotario has received comfort in his Aemilia. I labour with expectation till I go in, and be delivered. Yes marry did I: and to show a double duty, as might suit with the reverence of your age, and honour of her hus band. Why 'tis impossible she should transgress in such a high point of humanity. Her modesty would not permit it in her. Why is this true Aemilia? No 'tis not likely. I cannot believe it. Come she would not say so. I, that you might know what a blessing you had in her. Come I knew you were in and error. What have you there? Wherefore, did you so? Pray lets hear them. Now I conceive you, read them out. Well proceed. Very good. You may perceive by her silence, she will consent to any thing. That's somewhat hard. That in my conceit is very reasonable. For all these, isle engage my self. That's not much amiss neither. Is this all? In my mind now these laws are very consonant to a good disposition, and if I were to marry my self, I'de pro pose the Like. Have you done now? All these she shall subscribe to, if she be my daughter. Are you agreed or no? What are you agreed? You will sir, what ungracious villain could have said this? where's your cloak and your hat? yes you shall have money to spend and other time. Look you, do you know this Gentleman? Yes, send one arrow after and other and lose both. Once more you shall prevail with me. Here hold, but if this miscarry, nore ask me for a penny again. Oh do not say so, she was all my joy. You have reason To pity me the more, and lament for her, Because I destined her in marriage to you. No, you are deceived, A parent is confined, and his joys bounded, And only limited to such a subject, And driven from thence, have no where else to rest on: For if his children be once taken from him, Which are the cause, then his delight and comfort, That are the effects, needs must vanish with them: But in a Lover it falls otherwise, Such as your self, whose passion, Like a dew, Can dry up with the beams of every beauty That shall shine warm upon you, needs not prize The lose of any; you have no alliance, Nor natural tie commands you to love any, More then your fancy guides you; and the winds Have not so many turnings, nor the Sands So many shiftings, nor the Moon changes. Peace good Wife, since there is no remedy. Can he heal mad folks? Is this the man? She is stark mad. Yes sure, what think you on't? That was very speedy. Nay sir, we are confirmed of your skill. Will you have my daughter brought forth to you sir, that you may see her in her fit? And what will you do sweet wife? Lets hear, what is it? What is it Crochet? Whats here, Master Dotario, and my daughter Aemi liam, hand in hand, & married together? Nay then 'tis as I would have it. The boy has done well, and I must applaud him for it. Why, how now son Dotario, you have made haste to beget one so Like you already. Why what are you? Nay hold up your head sir, this was your devise, your master piece of wit, and valour? nay you may brag of it, the credit belongs to you. Well there's some comfort yet to make amends for the rest. How now what are you? What more gulleries yet? they have cosend me of my daughters, I hope they will cheat me of my wife too: have you any more of these tricks to show, would? Troth and so I have, and been as waggish as the best of you. Well Master Dotario, what shall we do? the boys have out stripped us, there's now no remedy, and my affection relents. I'll not stand against a good motion at any time. Crochet you know, that I am determined to marry my other daughter Aemilia, to old Dotario the Citizen. So much the worse, when 'tis corrupted: mark me what I say, give him the reins, and if Fiddlers sleep in a week, Taverns keep their doors shut, the Constable fit on a stall in peace, or wenches walk the streets for him (if he be Like his father) never credit me again. Why whats the matter