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, lead your Soldiers to the ships, There them have their coats, at their arrival They shall have pay: farewell, look to your charge. Fellow no more, Lieuftenant led them off. Away surrha, charm your tongue. I am a commander sir under the King. Gontent your self man, my authority will stretch to press so good a man as you. M. Oliver, call him what you will, but he is married us, To sir daughter here. My means are little, but if yowl ollow me, I will instruct you in my ablest power: But to your wife I give this Diamond, And prove true Dimond fair in all your life. Do not condemn your self for ever Virtuous fair, you were born to love. The fitter for the wars: and were he not in favour With your worships, he should see, That I have power to press so good as he. Thanks fairest. I am a soldier, and a gentleman, Knows what belongs to war, what to a lady: What man offends me, that my sword shall right: What woman loves me, I am her faithful knight. I faith Lady isle descry you such a man, Of them there be many which you have spoke off, That bear the name and shape of soldiers, Yet God knows very seldom saw the war: That haunt your Taverns, and your ordinaries, Your alehouses sometime, for all alike To uphold the brutish humour of their minds, Being marked down, for the bondmen of dispare: Their mirth begins in wine, but ends in blood, Their drink is clear, but their conceits are mud. No they are wretched slaves, Whose desperate lives does bring them timeless graves. I have dogd the Deven-shire man into the field For fear of any h me that should befall him: I had and inkling of that yesternight, That Flowerdale and he should meet this morning Though of my soul, Oliver fears him not, Yet for idem see fair play on either side, Made me to come, to see their valo S tried God morrow to master Oli r. What master Ol r are you angry Not me at all sir but I imagine By your being here thus armed, You stay for some that you should ight with all No by my troath, I think you needs it not, For he you look for, I think mean not to come. Married to Flowerd ! 'tis impossible. You have done her & me the greater wrong. I sir, although my heart b full, I'll be a partner at your wedding feast. But sir, that she is wronged, you are the chiefest cause. Therefore 'tis reason, you redress her wrong. 'Tis pity to relieve him in this sort, Who makes a triumphant life, his daily sport. Not I.
Plot summary
Plot — The London Prodigal
Old Flowerdale returns secretly from Venice and hears tales of his son’s prodigality. Wanting to think the best of his offspring, he tests the young man by posing as Christopher, a sailor bringing news of his own death and a will disinheriting his son. Under his new identity he lends his son money to enable him to pursue an advantageous marriage to Sir Lancelot’s daughter Luce, and enters his service to observe him at close quarters. Sir Lancelot is trying to get husbands for all three of his daughters, but Delia prefers a virgin life. For Luce, Sir Lancelot initially favours the wealthy bumpkin Oliver, and takes his part when Young Flowerdale challenges him to a duel. However, ‘Christopher’ forges a will which makes Flowerdale seem richer than Oliver, so Sir Lancelot changes his mind and persuades Flowerdale to go to his own wedding rather than keep his appointment to fight Oliver. It is to be a double wedding: another daughter, Frances, is marrying a merchant’s son. Flowerdale makes no secret of the fact that he intends to exploit Luce financially. Disappointed in him, Old Flowerdale arranges for his uncle to have him arrested for debt immediately after the wedding; apart from teaching the young man a lesson, it will also establish whether Luce genuinely loves him. When Sir Lancelot tries to shrug off the debt, the will is exposed as a fraud. Luce, who only married Flowerdale in obedience to her father, now insists on honouring her marital vows. Intending that Flowerdale should rot in beggary, Sir Lancelot disowns her. Her entreaties get Flowerdale released, but he too rejects her, so ‘Christopher’ gets her a job in Frances’s household, disguised as a Dutch chambermaid. Destitute and starving after squandering his money in gambling and dissolute living, Young Flowerdale is reduced to theft and begging: first he robs his sister- in-law Delia, then seeks people’s sympathy, and money, with a lie that his wife is dead. He finds that begging is a profitable trade, but the report of Luce’s death causes Sir Lancelot to seek his arrest on suspicion of murder. Luce reveals herself, Flowerdale repents, and most of the characters give Luce money and presents, but Sir Lancelot is not reconciled until ‘Christopher’ reveals who he really is. Though offered the choice of Sir Arthur and Oliver, Delia opts to remain unmarried, and everyone goes off for a celebratory feast.