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Whose that; I wonder how he breathes, ha consumed all upon that Courtesan? Faith about a purchase, fetching over a young heir; Master Hoard my brother having wasted much time in beating the bargain, what did me old Lucre but as his conscience moved him, knowing the poor Gentleman stepped in between e'm and cozened him himself. This was even it sir, yet for all this I know no reason but the match might go forward betwixt his wives Son and my Niece, what though there be a dissension between the two old men, I see no reason it should put a difference between the two younger, 'tis as natural for old folks to fallen out, as for young to fallen in? A scholar comes a wooing to my Niece, well, he's wise, but he's poor, her Son comes a wooing to my Niece, well, he's a fool, but he's rich — Pray now is not a rich fool better then a poor Philo sopher. She now remains at London with my brother her second Uncle, to learn fashions, practice Music, the voice between her lips, and the viol between her legs, shee'le be fit for a consort very speedily, a thousand good pound is her portion, if she marry, weel ride up and be merry,— I am glad of this news. I promise you Master Cockpit she's a mighty rich widow. Who widow Meddler, she lies open to much rumour. Nay tak't of my word if you believe that, you believe the least. O sir there's policy in that to prevent better suitors. He little dreams of our coming, heel wonder to see his creditors upon him. Master Wit-good I have forborn my money long. He says true i'faith. I, if we could be content a shame take us. No, good Master Wit-good, Would it as much as we dare trust you with? Do you hear sir, I may deserve your custom hereafter, pray let my money be accepted before a strangers, here's forty pound I received as I came to you, if that may stand you in any stead make use on't, nay pray sir, 'tis at your service — Let none of them see it I beseech you. I hope I shall be first in your remembrance after the mar riage rites. So, what do you walk sirs? We do sir. The better first to work you to belief, Know neither of us owe him flattery, Nor tother malice, but unbribed censure, So help us our best Fortune's. That Wit-good is a riotous undone man, Imperfect both in fame and in estate: His debts wealthier then he, and executions In wait for his endue body, we'ele maintain With our best credit, and our dearest blood. What we speak, Our lives and means are ready to make good. Nay believe it widow, You had not only matched your self to wants, But in and evil and unnatural stock. Then with a new and pure affection, Behold you Gentleman, graven, kind and rich: A match worthy your self, esteeming him, You do regard your state. He can join land to land, and will possess you of what you can desire. There 'tis deceitful, Where flattery, want, and imperfection lies: But none of these in him? push — Come you widows are ever most backward, when you should do your selves most good, but were it to marry a chin not worth a hair now, then you would be forward enough? come, clap hands, a match. It well devised. We're engade sir. 'Tis for our credits now to see't well ended. Did not I use most art to win the widow. I was the first that moved her. Come you rooms fittest: The widow gone? No more good sir, it is a wrong to us, To see you injured in a cause so joust: Weel spend our lives, but we will right our friends, Join hearts, join hands, In wedlock's bans, Never to partly, till death cleave your heart, You shall forsake all other women, You Lords, Knights, Gentlemen, and Yeomen. What my tongue slips, make up with your lips. Weel pawn our credits widow, what he speaks shall be performed in fullness. Weel do our best sir?—see where he comes, Even joyless and regardless of all form. Come fie? That vengeance is your Uncle's, being done More in despite to him, then wrong to you, But we bring comfort now,— Byr'lady and thats no toy sir: Now you may certify the widow? Withal our hearts, and we shall joy to see your enemy so mocked: I'll wait these 7. hours but I'll see him caught, A my Troth she's the wiser, she has made the happier choice, and I wonder of what Stuff those widows hearts are made of, that will marry vnfledgd Boys, before comely thrumb chind Gentlemen. What boy? So, so, so, so, it warms me at the heart, I love a life to see Dogs upon men; o here he comes. O we may speak with you now sir, whats become of your rich widow, I think you may cast your cap at the wid dow, may you not sir. Come, come sir, what say you extempore now to your bill of a hundred pound: a sweet debt, for froating your doublets. No sir, wel'e keep you out of breath still, then we shall be sure you will not run away from us. Do you talk of Reasonable time to us? Thats our desires sir. Sir. Come hither Master Wit-good come hither, be ruled by fools once: Take hold of his offer pax on her, let her go, if your debts were once discharged, I would help you to a widow my self worth ten of her. Cuds me, as pat as can be, there's a widow left for you, ten thousand in money, beside Plate, Jewels et caetera I warrant it a match, we can do all in all with her, prithee dispatch weel carry thee to her presently. With much a do sir, we have God him to consent. Some eight score odd pounds sir. You must make it a mark sir,— 'Tis something wanting sir, yet it shall be sufficient. Why do you think we were in earnest i'faith? carry you to a rich widow, we should get much credit by that; a noted Rioter a contemptible prodigal, it a Trick we have amongst us, to get in our money, fare you well sir. Sorrow of me what a sighs was there sir, nine such wid dowes are not worth it.