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Letters from Master Startup, the country Gentleman. Master Hornet, the great Usurer. A beggar, she his wife; no, Master Startup, Whom I preferred, must carry her, he's a man Of lands and money; I must tell you by The way, he is little better than a fool. You're in the right, he's innocent to your hands, You may soon come to manage his estate. All what? Nay, I would wish her to begin betimes, If she do mean to rule the rost, I can Give her some documents; and be you sure To stick close to your Mistress, there is something To be God that way. I will use this advantage to oreheare they. Precious conspiracy. Foul mouthed Rascal. I'll conjure up a cross plot, and that quickly, Shall mar your mirth, and pay your fine dissembling As it deserves, my confident Love-gamester. Exit Nurse. He has a strong back, I warrant him. Would you not made a fine choice, I did ever Think he was false; your mother did but counterfeit The lovesick widow all this while, to try him. She told me so her self, Assuring him the state was hers, and you At her devotion; put him to his choice, To take her with the wealth, or you with nothing: What followed, you have herd, come be wise yet, And love the Country Gentleman that dotes on you; He's rich, and half a fool, I'll fetch him to you. On Like a bold Captain, Give her a broad side, she's within your shot, I'll leave you. Away, your mother's up; I wo'd not for A thousand pound she find you in this chamber. Sweet M r . Startup, to your own lodging, Take that close lanthorn with you: Passion of me, what makes her rise? Discover; what? Would, M r . Hartwell. O, we are wretched, miserable, what have I done? O Mistress? M r . Startup is not a bed, and here is all is left Of M r . Hartwell. I dare not tell her of his shift, they're gone, The doors I found left open, and no sign Which way they are bestowed. Yes. It's a stranger, And says he would speak with you. I know not. He says he is a Countryman of M r . Startups. I herd her say she would walk up to her chamber, The trick was but to teach him whither he Should follow; who as nimbly apprehended, To acquaint her with his new affections: I do this for your good, that Mistress Frances, Whom I'll send to you presently, may be Convinced in Hartwell's falsehood, and transplant Her love on you. I'll lose no time, you know my instructions. They are not cast away. If you have and evil angel about you, Your business will thrive better when it's departed. Now all the good ones wait upon your worship. Exit. Fie, fie, I am ashamed of you, a Gentleman Of your high promising, and be put off So slightly? Do? I would have you do something; a man Of your ability, and cannot turn And wind a woman? You should have been round with her. I do not mean that way. What? Come, you shall take another course. Come hither Close, nay he's faithful, and one that Has a desire to serve you; you may trust him Nay he has a scence, And shall be of our counsel: Look you Close, There is a plot to help this Gentleman; At night when they're a bed, and if you went To bed betimes, to avoid suspicion, 'Twere never the worse; I'll say you are not well: D'ee mark? this honest, honest Gentleman shall be Let into Mistress Francis Bedchamber. You shall only attend, To give him notice from me when to come, And watch about the house, he may get off Without discovery; this is all. I can do that. Away, it's M r . Hartwell ; We'll not be seen together.