YELLOWHAMMER

Now what's the din betwixt Mother and Daugh ter, would? Errors, nay the City cannot hold you Wife, but you must needs fetch words from Westminster, I would done I faith, has no Attorneys Clarke been here a late, and changed his Halfe-Crowne-peece his Mother sent him, or rather cozened you with a guilded Twopence, to bring the word in fashion, for her faults or cracks, in duty and obedience, term em eeue so sweet Wife. As there is no Woman made without a Flaw, your purest Lawns have Frays, and Cambrickes Bracks. S r Walters come. He was met at Holbourne Bridge, and in his company, a proper fair young Gentlewoman, which I guess by her read Hair, and other rank descriptions, to be his landed Niece, brought out of Wales, which Time our Son (the Cambridge Boy) must marry. It's a match of S r Walters own making to bind us to him, and our Heirs for ever. Had word joust the day after when you sent him the Silver Spoon to eat his Broth in the Hall, amongst the Gentlemen Commoners. How now? Oh one of Hobsons Porters, thou art welcome. I told thee Maud we should hear from Time. Amantissi miss charissimis que ambobus parentibus patri & matri. Nay by my troth, I know not, ask not me, he's grown too verbal, this Learning is a great Witch. Go thou art and old Fox, ther's a Tester for thee. Why dost dwell at Bow? A merry Porter. What's here, maximus diligo, Faith I must to my learned counsel with this gear, it'll never be discerned else. Fie they are all for French, they speak no Latin. Nay he disclaims it, calls Latin Papistry, he will not deal with it. What is't you lack Gentleman? What's your price Sir? A hundred marks the utmost, it's not for me else. What S r Walter Whorehound? Pish, stop your words good Knight, it'll make her blush else, which wound to high for the Daughters of the Freedom, honour, and faithful Servant, they are come plements for the Worthy's of Whitehall, or Greenwitch, eene plain, sufficient, subsidy words serves us Sir. And is this Gentlewoman your worthy Niece? Bless us all, you overwhelm me Sir with love and riches. What Man? Maudline salute this Gentlewoman, our Daughter if things hit right. Oh turn Sir, turn. A poor plain Boy, and University Man, proceeds next Lent to a Bachelor of Art, he will be called S r Yellowhammer then over all Cambridge, and that's half a Knight. Come good S r Walter, and your virtuous Niece here. Led they in Wife. I'll giue't you instantly. The Girl is wondrous peevish, I fear nothing, but that she's taken with some other love, then all's quite dashed, that must be narrowly looked to, we cannot be too wary in our Children. What is't you lack? Of what weight Sir? Pray let's see it, indeed Sir it's a pure one. Have you the wideness of her Finger Sir? And therefore Sir no Gentlewoman. If you dare venture by her Finger Sir. Say you so Sir, let's see hither Girl. What's your Posy now Sir? How, how, If I may speak without offence Sir, I hold my life Go too, you'll pardon me? Will you I faith? You'll steal away some Men Daughter, am I never you? Do you turn aside? You Gentlemen are mad Wage, I wonder things can be so warily carried, and Parents blinded so, but there served right that have two Eyes, and were so dull a fight. To morrow noon shall show your Ring well done. Come now we'll see how the rules go within. Which I will sever, And so never again meet never. Was this the politic fetch, thou mystical baggage Thou disobedient strumpet, And were so wise to send for her to such and end, And what are you Sir? I dreamt of anger still, here take your Ring Sir, Would this, life it's the same, abominable, Did not I fell this Ring? Heart, hark you Knight, Here's no inconscionable villainy, Set me a work to make the Wedding Ring, And come with and intent to steal my Daughter, Did ever runaway match it? The very Poesy mocks me to my face, Love that's wise, blinds Parents eyes, I thank your wisdom Sir for blinding of us, We have good hope to recover our sighed shortly, In the mean time I will lock up this baggage, As carefully as my Gold, she shall see as little Sun If a close Room or so can keep her from the light on't. Away. I we shall partly you Minks. Why well said Time, the Bells go merrily, I love such peals alife, wife led them in a while, Here's a strange Gentleman desires private conference. You're welcome Sir, the more for your names sake. Good M r Yellowhammer, I love my name well, And which a'the Yellowhammers take you descent from, If I may be so bold with you, which I pray? And those are the best Yellowhammers, and truest bred: I came from thence my self, though now a Citizen: I'll be bold with you, You are most welcome. I hope no less, what is your will Sir? I thank you for her Sir. A plaguy Girl Sir. You hear truth Sir. The very same Sir. The sorrier, Why cousin? Recalled, why good Sir? There's no Contract passed. But he's the Man must bed her. Oh ahbominable! Worse and worse, & does the husband know this? What and incomparable Witall's this? What a base Slave is that? What, by S r Walter? Life has he Children too? What you jest Sir? Oh this news has cut into my Heart cous. Allwit? 'Foot I have herd of him, He had a Girl Kursned lately? I'll mark him for a Knave and Villain for't, A thousand thanks and blessings, I have done with him. Well grant all this, say now his deeds are black, Pray what serves marriage, but to call him back, I have kept a Whore my self, and had a Bastard, By M ris Anne, in Anno I care not who knows it, he's now a jolly fellow, Has been twice Warden, so may his fruit be, They were but base begotten, and so was he, The Knight is rich, he shall be my Sonne-in-Law, No matter so the Whore he keeps be wholesome, My Daughter takes no hurt then, so let them wed, I'll have him sweat well ever they go to Bed. How now Maudline? Again, Death which way? Oh venturous Baggage! She was kept under a double lock. How would you have Women locked? There was a little hold look't into the gutter, But who would have drempt of that? Prithee talk of thy Gills somewhere else, she's played the Gill with me: where's your wise Mother now? She'll catch a goodly dish of Gudgeons now, Will serve us all to Supper. Hold, hold Maudline. She's here Knight. Impudent Strumpet. You talk too fondly Sir, we'll take another course and prevent all, we might have don't long since, we'll lose no time now, nor trust to't any longer, to morrow morn as early as Sun rise we'll have you joined. Are you content Sir, till then she shall be watched? It'll be our shame then. Ah my poor girl! good faith thou Wertenberg too cruel To drag her by the Hair. It's curbed sweetly, she catched her bane o'th water. What is your Tutor doing? How does your Sister look, is she not changed? Oh here she's brought, see how she looks Like death Speak, how dost thou? alas my poor Girl, The Doctor's making a most sovereign drink for thee, The worst Ingredience, dissolved Pearl and Amber, We spare no cost Girl. All is cast away then, Prithee look upon me cheerfully. She plays the Swan, and sings her self to death. What are you Sir? Or what's your business pray? In Death? There's all our ill removed, if she were well now: Impute not Sir, his end to any hate That sprung from us, he had a fair wound brought that. You may perform it then, there she sits. I trust me Sir, I think she'll follow him quickly. alas what does he mean Sir? He is: Now Wife let's but get the Girl Upon her Legs again, and to Church roundly with her. The Girl, look to the Girl Wife. Oh she's gone for ever, that Letter broke her heart. Take her in, Remove her from our sighed, our shame, and sorrow. All the whole Street will hate us, and the World Point me out cruel: It is our best course Wife, After we have given order for the Funeral, To absent our selves, till she be laid in ground. I'll tell thee where Wench, go to some private Church, And marry Time to the rich Brecknock Gentlewoman. I will prevent you all, and mock you thus, You, and your expectations, I stand happy, Both in your lives, and your Hearts combination. The Knights proved Villain, Al's come out now, his Niece and arrant Baggage, My poor Boy Time, is cast away this morning, Even before Breakfast: Married a Whore Next to his Heart. His Niece forsooth. Who the Knight? he lies i'th' Knights ward now. Your Belly Lady begins to blossom, ther's no peace for him His Creditors are so greedy. Look Gentlemen, if ever you say the picture Of the unfortunate Marriage, yonder it's. So Fortune seldom deals two Marriages With one Hand, and both lucky: The best is, One Feast will serve them both: Marry for room, I'll have the Dinner kept in Gold-Smithes-Hall, To which kind Gallants, I invite you all.