SIR LANCELOT

Syrrha Artichoake, get you home before, And as you proved your self a calf in buying, Driven home your fellow calves that you have bought. No sir, no, I must have one to wait on me. I'faith Frank, I must turn away this Daffidill, He's grown a very foolish saucy fellow. Oh, about my daughters, well I will go forward, Heers two of them God save them: but the third, Oh she's a stranger in her course of life, She hath refused you Master Weathercock. Nay be not angry sir, at her denial, She hath refused seven of the worshipfulst and worthiest housekeepers this day in Kenned: Indeed she will not marry I suppose. What is it folly to love Charity? Thats a foolish proverb, and a false. No of my knighthood, not a shuter yet: Alas God help her silly girl, a fool, a very fool: But the the other black-brows a shroad girl, She hath wit at will, and shuters two or three: Sir Arthur Green-shield one, a gallant knight, A valiant Soldier, but his power but poor. Then the young , the Deven-shire lad, A wary fellow, marry full of wit, And rich by the rood, but the a third all air, Light as a feather, changing as the wind: young Flowerdal . Fie not so, he's of good parentage. I proper enough, had he good qualities. Where is this inn? we are passed it Daffidill. A, have w spied you stout S. George? For all your dragon, you had best sells good wine: That needs no -bush, well, w le not fit by it, As you do on your horse, this room shall servants : Drawer, let me have sack for us old men: For these girls and knaves small wines are best, A pint of sack, no more. A pint, draw but a pint , Call for wine to make your selves drink. Nay Roister by your leave we will away. It foully done, to dance within the fair. To me? whats he that proves so kind? Can him in . I promise you sir, you are at too much charge. I thank you sir: please you come to L wsome to my poor house, you shall be kindly welcome: I knew your fa there, he was a wary husband: to pay here Drawer. I'faith you do us wrong, But we shall live to make amends long: Master Flowerdale, is that your man? Nay then I think you will turn wise, Now you take such a servant: Come, yowl ride with us to Lewsome, lets away, 'Tis scarce two hours to the end of day. Sir Arthur, welcome to Lewsome, welcome by my troath, Whats the matter man, why are you vexed? Oh Fie sir Arthur, press him? he is man of reckoning. Nay come no more, be all lovers and friends. No more good master Oliver, no more sir Arthur, And maiden, here in the sighed of all your shuters, every man of worth, I'll tell you whom I fainest would prefer to the hard bargine of your marriage bed: shall I be plain among you gentlemen? Then sy , first to you, I do confess you a most gallant knight, a worthy soldier, and and honest man: but ho nesty maintains a french-hood, goes very seldom in a chain of gold, keeps a small train of servants: hath few friends: and for this wild oats here, young Flowerdale, I will not judge, God can work miracles, but he were better make a hundred new, then thee a thrifty and and honest one. Girl hold thee there: look on this Deven-shire lad: Fat, fair, and lovely, both in purse and person. 'Tis you I love, whatsoever others say? Yet gentleman, howsoever I prefer this Deuen shire shuter, I'll enforce no love, my daughter shall have liberty to choose whom she likes best, in your love shute proceed: Not all of you, but only one must speed. Oh I remember a little man. And yet a proper man. His name is Mounsier Civet. Come Gentlemen if other shuters come, My foolish daughter will be fitted too: But Delia my saint, no man dare move. How now maid, what is the news with you? Go too syrrha, I'll talk with you anon. I, I Like him well, go syrrha fetch me a cup of wine, That ere I partly with master Weathercock, We may drink down our farewell in French wine. He is, he is: fill , fill me some wine, would, what wears he on his arm? My daughter Laces bracelet, I is the same: Would to you master Weathercock. Thanks master Weathercock, I shall be bold to trouble you be sure. Syrrha I saw my daughters wrong, and withal her bracelet on your arm, off with it: and with it my livery too, Have I care to see my daughter matched with men of wor ship, and are you grown so bold? Go syrrha from my house, or isle whip you hence. I a lusty knave, but I must let him go, Our servants must be taught, what they should know. Ashure your self, You shall be married with all speed we may: One day shall serve for Frances and for Luce. Why no more but this, first get your ashurance made, touching my daughters jointure, that dispatched, we will in two days make provision. To morrow be it then, lets meet at the kings head in fishstreet. At the Rose, be it then the hour nine, He that comes last, forfeits a pint of wine. Nay son Oliver, isle shurely see, What young Flowerdale hath sent to you. I pray God it be no quarrel. Welcome honest friend. Meet him, you shall not meet the Ruffian fie. Sir he shall not keep his word, he shall not meet. And fallen out ill, ashurethy master this, I'll make him fly the land, or use him worse. Thy master is and unthrift, you a knave, And isle attache you first, next clap him up: Or have him bound unto his good behaviour. No more; Daffidill is a knave: That Daffidill is a most notorious knave. Master Weathercoeke you come in happy time, The desperate Flowerdale hath writ a challenge: And who think you must answer it? but the Deuenshyre man, my son Oliver. As how I pray? I'll rather follow her unto her graven. Nay I thank God, I see very well. Would what is this? what is this? Passion of me, what a wretch am I to hate this loving youth, he hath made me, together with my Luce loves so deer, executors of all his wealth. Three ships now in the straits, & homeward bound, Two Lordship's of two hundred pound a year: The one in Wales, the other in Gloucester -shire: Debts and accounts, are thirty thousand pound, Plate, money, Jewels, 16. thousand more, Two housen furnished w ll in Coleman street: Beside whatsoever his Uncle leaves to him, Being of great demeans and wealth at Peckham. I have done him wrong, but now make amends, The Deven-shire man shall whistle for a wife, He marry Luce, Luce shall be Flowerdales. Weel ride to London, or it shall not needs, Weel cross to Dedfort-strand, and take a boat: Where be these knaves? what Artichoake, what Fop? Here take my cloak, isle have a walk to Dedford. Defence me no defence, let your swords rust, isle have no fighting: I, let blows alone, bid Delia see all things be in readiness against the wedding, weel have two at once, and that will save charges master Weathercock. Now my honest friend, thou dost belong to mai ster Flowerdale? Is he within my good fellow? I prithee if he be within, let me speak with him. I tell him his very good friend sir Lance lot Spurcocke, intreats to speak with him. I have no such thing to him, I tell thee once again. A syrrha, I see this mat er is hotly carried, But isle labour to dissuade him fr m it, Enter Flowerdale. Good morrow master. Flowerdale. Master Flowerdale, I do understand there is some jar Between the Deven-shire man and you. It is a kind of safety in you to deny it, and a generous Silence, which too few are induce withal: But sir, such A thing I hear, and I could wish it otherwise. Now I do believe you then, if you do Engage your reputation there is none. I do perceive by this, that there is something be tween you, and I am very sorry for it. Come, I do see by this there is somewhat between If a foe, trip him. And before God I could wish it otherwise. Master Flowerdale, every man hath oh e tongue, And two ears, nature in her building, I a most curious workmaster. You say true, and indeed I have herd more, Then at this time I will speak, Slanders are more common then troathes master Flowerdale? But proof is the rule for both. I have herd you have been wild: I have believed it. But I h we seen somewhat of late in you, That hath confirmed in me and opinion of Goodness towards you. I your will sir. Go master Flowerdale, what I know, I know, And know you thus much out of my knowledge, That I truly love you. For my daughter, She yours. And if you Like a marriage better Then a brawl, all quirks of reputation set aside, go with me presently: And where you should fight a bloody battle, you shall be married to a lovely Lady, If you will not embrace my offer yet ashure your self thus much, I will have order to hinder your encounter. Nay stand not you upon imputative honour. 'Tis merely unsound, unprofitable, and idle: Inferences your business is to wed my daughter therefore give me your present word to do it, isle go and provide the maid, therefore give me your present resolution, either now, or never. I expect you, and so fare you well. Nay be not angry sir, the fault is in me, I have done all the wrong, kept him from coming to the field to you as I might sir, for I am a Justice, and sworn to keep that peace. M. Flowerdale, welcome with all my heart. Why whats the matter M. Flowerd ? H , hath he not such Lordship's, lands, and ships? I pray tell us true, be plain young Flowerdale? I am cou end, and my hopefullest child undone. And on her knees she begged & did entreat, If she must needs taste a sad marriage life, She craved to be sir Arthur Green-shields wife. What, are you yet resolved? Son Cinet, daughter Fcances, bear with me, You see how I am pressed down with inward grief, About that luckless girl, your sister Luce: But 'tis fallen out with me, as with many families beside, They are most unhappy, that are most belou worser. I son Civet, isle come. God bless thee, and I do: God make thee wise, Send you both joy, I wish it with wet eyes. Yes marry shall she: Delia, make you ready. I she is gone indeed, poor girl undone, But when theyle be selfewilled, children must smart. Must? who can compel me maifter Weathercock I hope I may do what I list. I thank you sir, I take it very kindly. Oh master , what hap had I, to force my daughter From master , and this good knight? To one that hath no goodness in his thought. Yes I have almost devised a remedy, Young , is sure a prisoner. And yet perhaps his Uncle hath released him. Well if he be in prison, isle have warran To tache my daughter till the law be tried, For I will shue him upon couzonage. Nay thats not so, I may chance be sco , And sentence passed with him. Well howso er, yet I will have warrants, In prison, or at liberty, alls one: You will help to serve them master ? Oh wonderful, is this leaude villain here? Oh you cheating Rogue, you cutpurse conicatcher, What ditch you villain, is my daughters graven? A cozening rascal, that must make a will, Take on him that strict habit, very that: When he should turn to angel, a dying grace, I'll father in law you sir, isle make a will, Speak villain, where my daughter? Poisoned I warrant you, or knocked a the head: And to abuse good master Weathercock, with his fordged will, And master Weathercock, to make my grounded resolution, Then to abuse the Deuenshyre gentlemen: Go, away with him to prison. Marry to prison. Bring forth my daughter then, away with him. Suspicion of murder, go away with him. Go away with him. Hang not upon him huswife, if you do isle lay you by him. Go too, you're both fools: son Cives, Of my life this is a plot, Some straggling counterfeit preferred to you: No doubt to rob you of your plate and Jewels, I'll have you led away to prison trull. How, believe him. What do you think that ere he will have grace? I sir, with conceit of his vild courses. Not I all this is counterfeit, He will consume it, were it a Million. Had she been married to and honest man, It had been better then a thousand pound. Your bound sir, why what are you? M. Flowerdale. No, gentle son, let me know the plac . Let me see the note. What will you then neglect my daughters love? Venture your state and hers, for a lose brawl? Who would a thought he had been so desperate. Come forth my honest servant Artichoake. Go get me thy sword bright scoured, thy buckler mended, Oh for that knave, that Vyllaine Daffidill would have done good service. But to thee. Oh for that knave, that lusty Daffidill. 'Tis no such matter man, get weapons ready, and be at London ere the break of day: watch near the lodging of the Devonshire Youth, but be unseen: and as he goes out, as he will go out, and that very early without doubt. Not for a world man: into the fields. For to the field he goes, there to meet the desperate Flowerdal , Take thou the partly of Olyuer my son, for he shall be my son, And marry Luce: Dost understand me knave? Nay, never frown nor storm sir, if you do, I'll have and order taken for you. Comfort a cozoner? on my curse forsake him. Oh M. Weathercock, I must confess I forced her to this match, Led with opinion his false will was true. She might have lived Like Delia, in a happy Virgins state. Oh take her yet. Or, M. Oliver, except my child, and half my wealth is yours. Huswife, you hear how you and I am wronged, And if you will redress it yet you may: But if you stand on terms to follow him, Never come near my sighed nor look on me, Call me not father, look not for a groat, For all thy portion I will this day give Unto thy sister Frances. Come then away, or now, or never come. For ever fly my sighed: come gentleman n Lets in, isle help you to far better wives then her. Delia upon my blessing talk not too her, Base Baggage, in such hast to beggary? Bastard in nature, kneel to such a slau ? Out Hypocrite, I charge thee trust him not. Why thou old knave, thou toldst me so thy self. Weart not thou late that unthrifts serving man? No sir you shall not take my bail, nor his, Nor my son , isle not be chea I, Shreeve take your prisoner, isle not with him Let's Uncle make false dice with his false bones, I will not have to do with him: mocked, gulled, & wronged. Come Girl, though it be late it falls out well, Thou shalt not live with him in beggars hell. Well since thou weart ordained to beggary, Follow thy fortune, I defy thee I. But he shall never get a groat of me, A Cozoner, a deceiver, one that killed his painful Father, honest Gentleman that passed the fearful Danger of the sea, to get him living and maintain him brave. A Gods name, you have my good will, get hers. You are in the right master Weatherc ck. , I have not any such thing to him, I with him about other matters. My I do not know any quarrel, touching Thy master or any other person, my business is of a different nature to him, and I prithee so tell him. Why sir, suppose he be to you in debt TO n thousand pound, his state to me appear, To be at least three thousand by the year. Well being in hope yowl prove and honest man, I take you to my favour brother Flowerdale, Welcome with all my heart: I see your care Hath brought these acts to this conclusion, And I am glad of I , come lets in and feast.