MARRALL

I wonder (Still with your licence) why, your Worship having The power to put this thinne-Gut in commission, You are not in't your self? You are all wisdom. What course take you With your good patience to hedge in the Manor Of your neighbour master Frugal? as it's said, He will nor fell, nor borrow, nor exchange, And his land lying in the midst of your many Lordships, Is a foul blemish. It's most fit Sir. The best I ever herd; I could adore you. It's above wonder! Welborne was apt to fell, and needed not These fine arts Sir to hook him in. I know not what to thinkeon't. I have used all means, and the last night I caused His host the Tapster to turn him out of doors; And have been since with all your friends, and tenant's, And on the forfeit of your favour charged him, Though a crust of mouldy bred would keep him fró starving Yet they should not relieve him. This is done, Sir. Where, and when you please Sir. I will do my best, Sir. I have you. This points at my young Mistress. It's fit state, Sir. See, who's here, Sir. I warrant you, Sir. Mad? had you took compassion on your self, You long since had been mad. The more pale spirited you, That would not be instructed. I swear deeply. By my Religion. Had there been but one tree in all the Shire, Nor any hope to compass a penny Halter, Before, Like you, I had outlived my Fortune's, A With had sern'd my turn to hang my self. I am zealous in your cause: pray you hang your self, And presently, as you love your credit. Will you stay till you die in a ditch? Or lice de voure you? Or if you dare not do the feat your self, But that you'll put the state to charge, and trouble, Is there no purse to be cut? house to be broken? Or market Women with eggs that you may murder, And so dispatch the business. Why, have you hope ever to eat again? Or drink? Or be the master of three farthings? If you Like not hanging, drown your self, take some course For your reputation. Would! Would! these Castles you built in the air Will not persuade me, or to give, or lend A token to you. With you. Under what hedge I pray you? Or at whose cost? Are they Padders? or Abram-men, that are your consorts? Lady! what Lady? With the Lady of the Lake, or Queen of Fairies? For I know, it must be and enchanted dinner. Nay, now there's hope Thy brain is cracked. With choice no doubt of Dogge-whippes. Why dost thou ever hope to pafse her Porter? Troth in my hope, or my assurance rather To see thee curvet, and mount Like a Dog in a blanket If ever thou presume to pass her threshold, I will endure thy company. Darest thou venture further? For his sake! More than ever, I would have believed though I had found it in my Primer. Service! with a vengeance! This is some vision; Or sure these men are mad, to worship a Dunghill; It cannot be a truth. His pleasure; is it possible? The Devil's entered this cook, sauce for his palate! That on my knowledge, for almost this twelve month, Durst wish but cheeseparings, and brown bred on Sundays. I know not what to think; Pray you make me not mad. Well here say you? It's a rare change! but yesterday you thought Your self well in a Bairn, wrapped up in Peas-straw. I shall be converted, I begin to grow Into a new belief, which Saints, nor Angels Could have won me to have faith in. To such a friend! Heaven bless me! Salute me at his bidding. To kiss her foot is to poor, me a favour; I am unworthy of Your Ladyships table? I am not good enough To fit at your Stewards board. I was never so graced. With reverence Sir, And it Like your Worship. I attend your Worship. You are aboue'em, And as you are already Worshipful, I hope ever long you will increase in Worship, And be Right worshipful. Ease, and it Like your Worship? I hope Jack Marrall shall not live so long, To prove himself such and unmannerly beast, Though it hail Hazel Nuts, as to be covered When your Worship's present. I know your Worship's wise, and needs no con fell: Yet if in my desire to do you service, I humbly offer my advice, (but still Under correction) I hope I shall not Incur your high displeasure. Then in my judgement Sir, my simple judgement, (Still with your Worships favour) I could wish you A better habit, for this cannot be, But much distasteful to the noble Lady. (I say no more) that loves you, for this morning To me (and I am but a Swine to her) Before th'assurance of her wealth perfumed you; You savoured not of amber. This your Battoon hath God a touch of it. Yet if you please for change I have twenty pounds here Which, out of my true love I presently Lay down at your Worships feet: it'll serve to buy you A riding suit. My Gelding Is at your service: nay, you shall ride me Before your Worship shall be put to the trouble To walk a foot. Alas, when you are Lord Of this Ladies manor (as I know you will be) You may with the lease of glebe land, called knaves-acre, A place I would manure, requite your vassal. It's all that I can make, Sir. As I know not that. I thank your Worship. Exit Welb. How was cozened in the calculation Of this men fortune, my master cozened too Whose pupil I am in the art of undoing men, For that is our profession; well, well, master Welborne You are of a sweet nature, and fit again to be cheated: Which, if the fates please, when you are possessed Of the land, and Lady, you sans question shall be. I'll presently think of the means. Never better Sir. No Sir, he lives. Lives once more to be made a prey to you, A greater prey than ever. A Lady Sir, is fallen in love with him. The rich Lady Alworth. I speak truth; And I do so but once a year, unless It be to you Sir, we dined with her Ladyship, I thank his Worship. As I live Sir; I dined with him, at the great Ladies table, Simple as I stand here, and saw when, she kissed him, And would at his request, have kissed me too, But I was not so audacious, as some Youths are, And dare do any thing be it never so absurd, And sad after performance. Shall I not trust my eyes Sir? Or taste? I feel her good cheer in my belly. Will you credit this yet? On my confidence of their marriage I offered Welborne (I would give a crown now, I durst say his worship) --- aside My nag, and twenty pounds. Will your worship kill me? He's gone. I must yet suffer: But there may be a time. ---- aside. No Sir. 'Twil be very chargeable. There's too much disparity Between his quality, and mine to hope it. You'll have me Sir, preserve the distance, that Confines a Virgin? Sir, the man of Honours come Newly alighted. It's Sir. I shall with my best care. Noise within as of a coach. No, I am a dolt; Lovel salutes the Lady, the La die salutes Margaret. The spirit of lies had entered me. Why Sir, what do you mean? This is rogue Welborne, Monster, Prodigy. That should hang, or drown himself, no man of Wor ship, Much less your Nephew; I'll not loose my jeer Though I be beaten dead for't. Long since, pray you a word Sir. In troth, I must; my master Knowing you are his good friend, makes bold with you, And does entreat you, more guests being come in, Then he expected, especially his nephew, The table being full too, you would excuse him And sup with him on the cold meat. It's but a penance for A meal; beside, you broke your fast. No bug words Sir, Should his Worship hear you? Come, have patience. If you will dispense a little with your Worship, And fit with the waiting Women, you have dumpling, Woodcock, and buttered costs too. This is the way Sir. Sir the whole board is troubled at your rising. Who? the rogue, The Lady scorned to look on? See Sir she's come, and cannot be without him. Whither you ride, Or go a foot, you are that way still provided And it please your Worship. I may fit you too; Tossed Like a dog still. When your Worships married You may be, I know what I hope to see you. To be known Your Worships Bailiff is the mark I shoot at. Pray you Sir dispatch These needy followers, and for my admittance Provided you'll defend me from Sir Giles. This interim, Tapwell and Froth flattering & bribing justice Greedy. Whose service I am weary of I'll say something You shall give thanks for. At four a clock the rest know where to meet me Sir, time, nor place Allow me to relate each circumstance; This only in a word: I know Sir Giles Will come upon you for security For his thousand pounds, which you must not consent to As he grows in heat, as I am sure he will, Be you but rough, and say He's in your debt Ten times the sum, upon sale of your land, I had a hand in't (I speak it to my shame) When you were defeated of it. I shall deserue't then; urge him to produce The deed in which you passed it over to him, Which I know He'll have about him to deliver To the Lord Lovel, with many other writings, And present moneys, I'll instruct you further, As I wait on your Worship, if I play not my price To your full content, and your Uncle's much vexation, Hang up Jack Marrall. Sir, for what cause Do you use me thus? I may yet cry quittance, Though now I suffer, and dare not resist. Now put him to The showing of the deed. Now, now: Sir. I? no I assure you. I have a conscience, not seared up Like yours I know no deeds. Keep him From using of his hands, I'll use my tongue To his no little torment. Yes, and uncase you too. The Idiot; the Patch; the Slave! the Booby; The property fit only to be beaten For your morning exercise; your Football or Unprofitable lump of flesh; your Drudge Can now anatomise you, and lay open All your black plots; and level with the earth Your hill of pride; and with these gabions guarded, Unload my great artillery, and shake, Nay pulverize the walls you think defend you. I know you are a tearer But I'll have first your fangs pared off, and then Come nearer to you, when I have, discovered, And made it good before the Judge, what ways And devilish practises you used to cozen With and army of whole families, who yetliue, And but enrolled for soldiers were able To take in Dunkirk. Is't not brave sport? Was it not a rare trick (And it please your Worship) to make the deed nothing? I can do twenty neater, if you please To purchase, and grow rich, for I will be Such a solicitor, and steward for you, As never Worshipful had. They are mysteries Not to be spoke in public: certain minerals Incorporated in the ink, and wax? Beside he gave me nothing, but still fed me With Hope's, and blows; and that was the inducement To this Conumbrum. If it please your Worship To call to memory, this mad beast once caused me To urge you, or to drown, or hang, your self, I'll do the Like to him if you command me. This is the haven, False servants still arrive at. Your Worships are to fit on a commission, And if you fail to come, you loose the cause. Your worship have the way out, and never miss To squeeze these unthrifts into air: and yet The chapp-falne Justice did his partly, retur ning For your advantage the Certificate Against his conscience, and his knowledge too, (With your good favour) to the utter ruin Of the poor Farmer. Good Sir; the best way. The certain best way. Sir,