BAGOT

I hope this day is fatal unto some, And by their lose must Bagot seek to gain, This is the lodging of master Fryskiball, A liberal Merchant, and a Florentine, To whom Banister owes a thousand pound, A Merchant Banckrout, whose Father was my master, What do I care, for pity or regard, He once was wealthy, but he now is fallen, And this morning have I God him arrested, At the suit of master Friskiball, And by this means shall I be sure of coin, For doing this same good to him unknown: And in good time, see where the merchant comes. God morrow to kind master Friskiball. It is for the love sir that I bear to you, When did you see your debtor Banister? Why then assure yourself to see him straight, For at your suit I have arrested him, And here they will be with him presently. This is your pitiful heart to think it so, But you are much deceived in Banister, Why such as he will break for fashion sake, And unto those they owe a thousand pound, Pay scarce a hundred, Oh sir beware of him, The man is lewdly given, to Dice and Drabs, Spends all he hath in harlots companies, It is no mercy for to pity him. I speak the truth of him, for nothing else, But for the kindness that I bear to you, What I have said to him is nought but truth. Be not you so mad sir, to believe his tears, A plague go with you, would you had eat your last, Is this the thanks I have for all my pains, Confusion light upon you all for me, Where he had wont to give a score of crowns, Does he now foist me with a Portague: Well I will be revenged upon this Banister. I'll to his creditors, buy all the debt he owes, As seeming that I do it for good will, I am sure to have them at and easy rate, And when 'tis done, in christendom he stays not, But isle make his heart to ache with sorrow, And if that Banister become my debtor, By heaven and earth isle make his plague the greater. It may be so sir, but my name is Bagot, The man that sent to you the bills of debt. I sir, you speak to here what I would say, But you must live I know, as well as I: I know this place to be extortion, And 'tis not for a man to keep him, But he must lie, cog, with his dearest friend; And as for pity, scorn it, hate all conscience, But yet I do commend your wit in this, To make a show, of what I hope you are not, But I commend you and 'tis well done, This is the only way to bring your gain. Nay good master Cromwell be not angry sir, I know full well you are no such man; But if your conscience were as white as Snow, It will be thought that you are other wise. For your sake sir isle help him all I can, To starve his heart out ear he gets a groat, So master Cromwell do I take my leave, For I must straight unto the governor. To tell you true, a wild brain of his own, Such youth as they cannot see when they are well: He is all bent to travail, thats his reason, And does not love to eat his bred at home. Oh sir, you offer too much underfoot. Two hundred pound, byr'lady sir 'tis great, Before I God so much, it made me sweat. Sir, sir, you speak out of your love, 'Tis foolish love sir sure to pity him: Therefore content your self, this is my mind, To do him good I will not bore a penny, Alas found woman, I pray thee pray thy worst, The Fox fares better still when he is cursed. The devil ought me a shame, and now hath paid it. Mischief, confusion, light upon you all, Oh hang me, drown me, let me kill my self, Let go my arms let me run quick to hell. So all goes well, it is as I would have it, Banister he is with the Governor: And shortly shall have guiues upon his heals, It glads my heart to think upon the slave, I hope to have his body rot in prison: And after here, his wife to hang her self, And all his children die for want of food, The Jewels that I have brought to Antwarpe, Are recond to be worth five thousand pound, Which scarcely stood me in three hundredth pound, I bought them at and easy kind of rate, I care not which way they came by them That should them me, it comes not near my heart: And least they should be stolen as sure they are, I thought it meet to fell them here in Antwarpe, And so have left them in the Governors hand, Who offers me within two hundredth pound Of all my price: but now no more of that, I must go see and if my bills be safe, The which I sent to master Cromwell, That if the wind should keep me on the sea, He might arrest him here before I came: And in good time, see where he is: God save you sir. How joust is God to right the innocent. Come wife I take it be almost dinner time, For master Newton, and master Crosby sent to me: Last night, they would come dine with me, And take their bound in: I pray thee High thee home, And see that all things be in readiness. Oh heavens it is kind master Friskiball, Say sir, what hap hath brought you to this pass. Why would you not acquaint me with your state, Is Banister your poor friend quite forgotten: Whose goods, whose love, whose life and all is yours. And well thou mightest, should Banister deal so, Since that I saw you sir, my state is mended: And for the thousand pound I owe to you, I have it ready, for you sir at home, And though I grieve your fortune is so bade: Yet that my hap's to help you, makes me glad, And now sir will it please you walk with me. Never make doubt, of that isle warrant you, He is as kind a noble gentleman: As ever did possess the place he hath. He is hanged, for buying jewels of the Kings. I'll follow you kind master Friskiball.