EASY

I have but Inned my horse since master Cockstone. You have easily possessed me I am free, Let those live hinds that know not liberty. What's here? Good master Salewood, I am proud of your society. Against Saint Andrews, at a Painters house, ther's a fair chamber ready furnished to be let, the house not only endued with a new fashion forepart, but which is more convenient for a Gentleman, with a very provident backdoor. He's second to my bosom. No sir? Then I desire to be more deer unto you. I count my self the happier. The Devil grind thy Bones, thou continued sning Ras call. And unfortunate one sir. I shall keep Christmas with him fit, where your health shall likewise undoubtedly be remembered, and there upon I pledge you:—I would sue for your name sir. Kind master Blastfield, your dearer acquaintance. Faith I'm scattered. Sir you bind me infinitely in these courtesies. I'm glad you tell me that yet, then In,e indifferent. Well, come: who throws? I set all these. Lets search him Gentlemen, I think he wears a smock: No, how did he for the Rest? It a pretty shift i'faith. A mischief on't to lose all: I could— It all I brought up with me, I protest master Blast sealed, all my rend till next quarter. It seems you're well known master Blastfield, and your credit very spacious here ith City. So readily sir. Nay isle forswear dicing. Nay I was but in jest sir. Would, would would. Troth, and you would reason to thank him sir, was a very friendly answer. I promise you sir I admire your carriage, and begin to hold a mor reverend respect of you. Send to Master Goome, or Master Profit, the Mere cer and Goldsmith. Not I sir, by no means: master Blastfield knows I'm further in want then himself, my hope rests all upon him, it stands upon the lose of my credit to Night, if I walk with out money. As never as can be i'faith. 'Tis most certain master Quomodo. Nay, never vex your self sweet master Blastfield. A little sir. Why la! by my troth to was kindly spoken. Nay, master Blastfield, you do not hear what ma ster Quomodo said since, Like and honest true Citizen i'faith: rather then you should grow diseased vpon't, you shall take up a commodity of two hundred pounds orth of cloth. Nay, I'll say that, it comes in as fit a time as can be. O horrible, are there such fool S in town? Nay be persuaded in that master Blastfield 'tis ready money at, the beside, the and all falls in as pa as can be help it. Right i'faith. Pox on't. I forgotten all this: what meant I to wagger before I had money in my purse? how do's master Quomodo? is the Bound ready? Come we must be friends, here's my hand. Is it your custom to return so soon sir? How the poor raskall's all in a froth? 'Tis true i'faith, they bear men and money, and that's the world. I beseech you sir. Nay pray master Blastfield. What do you mean sir? By my troth you do your self wrong though master Blastfield. But to avoid strife, you shall have your will of me for once. How Like you my Roman hand i'faith? I'll mend that presently. Why Master Blastfield? If he want twenty on't lets take it. Is That your wife master Quomodo? Under your leave sir, isle show my self a Gentle man. You teach me the best law Lady. A very good grace to make a Lawyer. Fie, fie. A match. Did I not tell you still he would. Nay you're no less Master Blastfield, look too't, by my troth, I must needs confess sir, you would be uncommon lie kind to me, since I would been in Town, but master Alsup shall know on't. I beseech you sir. Stay, this is Lethes haunt, see, we have catched him. Come, are you not to blame—not to give place?— To us I mean— And then indeed she turns her back to some man living. They're worth gold Master Blastfield. Boy. Where left you Master Blastfield your master, say you? Methinks I have no being without his company 'tis so full of kindness and delight, I hold him to be the one lie Companion in earth. So full of nimble wit, various discourse, pregnant ap prehension, and uncommon entertainment, he might keep Company with any Lord for his grace. And such a good free hearted honest, affable kind of Gentleman: Come Boy a heaviness will possess me till I see him. Is not in Paul's. When was his hour sayest thou? Why two ha struck. Why what's the matter? Master Quomodo? La, I know you had mistook, you should arrest One Master Blastfield, 'tis his bound, his debt. True, for fashions sake. Nay, & it be no more, I yield to that: I know Master Blastfield will see me take no injury as long as i'm in town, for Master Alsups sake. And honest Gentleman in Essex. Alas sir, I know not where to find e'm. Boy—Alas the poor boy was frighted away at first. Why la you now Sergeants, did I not tell you you mi stook? I dare swear that master Quomodo. But I hope you spoke not in that sense sir, to impose the bound upon me. Why sir, you know master Blastfield is the man. You know my entrance was but for fashion sake. If you would hath patience sir, I do not think but master Blasefield is at Carriers to receive the money. No, the Devils in't for that. Faith a poor store, yet they shall be at their service that will strive to do me good,—we were both drunk last night, and eer thought upon the bound. Defend me? Would Ma. Blastfield would come away. Sergeant! here, take all, isle be deer to you, do but perform it. Why, we lie together man, there's the jest on't. I'll be bound to save them harmless. What's it you require me master Quomodo? We never had money of you. Well, may I not crave so much liberty upon ̄ my word, to seek out master Blastfield? I'm undone then. Not and hour i'faith sir. You tell me of that still, which is no fault of mine ma ster Quomodo. Say you so sir?—I'll think upon your counsel hereafter for't. A good medicine for a short memory:—but since, you have entered so far, whose children are desperate depts I pray? But all that I beget hereafter le so one disinherit Master Quomodo. Well, to put you out of all doubt Master Quomodo, isle not trust to your curtezie, I would sent for bail. Since the worst comes to the worst, I have those friends 'ith City, I hope that will not suffer me to lie for seven hundred pound. That was but to try your Courtesy M. Quomodo. Here they come what so ere they are. None more then my self sir. That was all sir. Blastfield sir. But under both your worships favours I know where to find him presently. What boy? Not now I beseech your good worships. Easy. I'll be bound to secure you. Body, goods, and Lands, immediately before Ma ster Quomodo. Why should you say so sir? Oh not I sir. I dearly thank you sir. I shall have him at my lodging sir. I know that sir. H are then my miss rye ends A strangers kindness oft exceeds a friends. All night from me he's hurt, he's made away. Pray keep a little patience sir, I shall find him at last you shall see. You should would had my horse but that he ha eaten out his head sir. Manners forbid, 'tis no partly of my meaning sir,—o here's Master Rerage, and Master Salewood, now we shall hear of him presently:—Gntlemen both. Very well in health, did you see Master Blastfield this morning? I began to be sick. Nothing in troth, but a great desire I had to have seen him. I lay alone to night i'faith,—I do not know how, Oh here comes master Lethe, he can dispatch me: Master Lethe! When parted you from master Blastfield sir? Your self all alone sir? Ime undone. Good sir. I beseech you sir. Pray sir, let me request you sir, sweet sir, I beseech you sir. Do not undo me quite though Ma Quomodo. What shall I say, or whom shall I beseech Curtzing about my land. All y-blow for me. Confusion light on you, your wealth and heir, Worm gnaw your conscience, as the Moth your beware, I am not the first heir that robbed, or begged. Sorry to see you ill Couze. I hope so to. My life is not so deer. Y'aue shown it here. And given the desperate hope? The Angels have provided for me. My joys exceed, Man is near healthful, till his folly's bleed. That slave, that villain. Rascal. Rogue, Shortyard, Blastfield, Sergeant, Deputy, cousner I thirst the execution of his ears. Given his Son my Lands. Villain, my hate to more revenge is drawn, When slaves are found, 'tis their base Art to fawn, Within there—. This is the other, bind him fast, have I found you Master Blastfield. I loath his voice, away. I hope so my sweet wife. Heeres good deeds and bade deeds, the writings that keep my lands to me, and the bonds that gave it away from me. These my good deeds shall to more safety turn, And these my bade have their deserts and burn. I'll see thee again presently, read there. How now Lady, paying away money so fast? Whats here? Memorandum that I have received of Richard Easy, all my endue I can claim here i'th house or any hereafter for me: In witness whereof, I have set to mine own hand, Ephestian Qommodo. Ephestian Quomodo. I can no longer bear him. Lets on then, and our grievances first tell. Most joust. The Livery all assembled, mourning weeds, Throughout his house een down to his last serva ̄ to The Herald richly hirde to lend him Arms, Feigned from his Ancestors, which I dare swear knew no other Arms but those they laboured with, All preparations furnished, nothing wanted Save that which was the cause of all, his death, If he be living. We are not certain yet it is himself, But some false spirit that assumes his shape, And seeks still to deceive me. My Lord, although the law too gently lot his wife, The wealth he left behind he cannot challenge. Behold his hand against it. No my good Lord, the lands know the right heir, I am their master once more. Yes truly I praise heaven. I'm sorry you take such a bade course sir. Freely sir. I hope you will not disparage me so? 'tis well known I have three hundred pound a year in Essex, And how doubtfully so ere you account of me, I do not think but I might make my bound pass for a hun dreaded pound'ith City. Another case let it be then. Not take me into a Bound, as good as you shall good man Goosecap. Deny me that small curtizie? 'sfoot a very Jew will not deny it me. A jest indeed, not take me into a Bound quo they. Mass that's true. Happy news, hear you that Master Quomodo? A pretty virtue. Is this it sir? I return you thanks sir. I am sorry for this. Do you hear Master Blastfield, You know i'ue already enuited all the Gallants to sup with me to night. TO will be my everlasting shame, if I have no money to maintain my bounty. Master Blastfield, isle tell you what you may do now. By my tro h exceeding good cloth, a good wale it's, What must you do with a Citizen sir? No, and must he needs be a Citizen? Alone sir: who says so? perhaps idem send down for a Tenant or too. No sir, now you would you shall not. You're so discontented too presently, a man cannot tell how to speak to you? Exceeding proper. Nay, pray master Blastfield refuse not his kind offer. It honestly considered of e'm i'faith. By my troth I begin to bear that mind too. I'll strip him bore for punishment and shame. We must make some what on't now sir. I, stand upon that. Master Quomodo we will have four or five hundred pound for you of his own within three or four days. I have commission for what I do Lady from your Husband. Would? I know not one by my troth, I am a mere stranger for these parts, Master Quomodo is all, and the honestest that I know.