THOMAS

Kiss, Sfut what else? thou art a good plump wench, I Like you well, prithee make hast and bring store of boys, but be sure they have good faces, that they may call me vnck e. Tut, thats not that we doubt on wench, but do you hear Sir John, what do you think drew me from London, and the Inns of Court, thus far into Yorkshire? Faith, and I guess partly so too, but the main was, and I will not lie to you, that your coming now in this wise into our kindred, I might be acquainted with you aforehand, that after my brother had married your daughter, I his brother might borrow some money of you. 'Tis the hope of money makes me so, and I know none but fools use to be sad with it. Do, and I'll drink, to my new sister, but upon this condi cion, that she may have quiet days, little rest a nights, hapleasant afternoons, be pliant to my brother, and lend me money when soere I'll borrow it. Well, I am contented, women must to the wall, though it be to a featherbed. Fill up then. 'Tis your turn Knight, take your licquor, know I am boun tifull, I'll forgive any man any thing that he owes me, but his drink, and that I'll be paid for. Says my sister so, I'll be ruled by thoe then. Do you hear, in hope hereafter yowl lend me some money, now we are half drunk lets go to dinner. Come Knight. Sister, Gods precious, the clothes laid, the meat cools, we all stay, and your father calls for you. Pray you make hast, the meat stays for us, and our stomach Ready for the meat, for believe this, Drink makes men hungry, or it makes them lie, And he thats drunk over night, ith morning's dry, Seen and approved. What means this outcry? How now sister, no further forward on your journey yet? The more Fool he. True, he has in his hands our portions, the patrimony which our Father gave us, with which he lies fatting himself with Sack and sugar in the house, and we are feign to walk with lean purses abroad. Credit must be maintained which will not be without more nigh, Good clothes must be had, which will not be without money, company must be kept which will not be without money, all which we must have, and from him we will have money. And he shall do it brother, though we have waited at his lod ging, longer then a Tailors bil on a young Knight for and old re koning, without speaking with him, Here we know he is, and we will call him to parley. Here comes a drawer we will question him. Do you hear my friend, is not master Scarborrow here? I prithee say heeres them would speak with him. Our Birthright good brother, this Town craves main teinance, silk stockings must be had, and we would be loath our heritage should be arraigned at the Vintners bar, and so condemn ned to the Vintners box, though while you did keep house, we had some Belly-timber at your Table, or so, yet we would have you think, we are your Brother's, yet no Esa's to fell our patrimo nigh for Porridge. Our portions given us by our father's will, Consume? Tailors? You are a slave That feeds upon my brother Like a fly, Poisoning where thou dost suck. Thou workest on him Like Tempests on a ship. Thou makest his name more loathsome then a graven. Die a slave? Our portions, our brother hath given us our portions sister, hath he not? How now Butler, whats the meaning of this? Thou hast not lost all thy longing, I am sure he hath given thee a cracked crown. Not a Scots Baubee (by this hand) to bless us with. Ift be to take a purse I'll be one. What shall we do now Butler? How good Butler, show v how. Thus Butler. Oh Butler, thou deservest to be chronicled for this. Her 'tis, Thou hast played well, Thou de serust two shares in it. Butler. I, my shift of shirts and change of clothes knowt. As we were saying Brother, Where shall we find a husband for my Niece. Hath all her manner houses richly furnished. I think she has. About four thousand pound in her great chest. How now sister. Vengeance, I played the thief for the money that bought em. Damnation on him, I will here no more, But for his wrong revenge me on my brother, Degenerate, and was the cause of all, He spent our portion, and I'll see his fallen. Persuade me not. All Hope's are shipwract, misery comes on, The comfort we did look from him is frustrate, All means, all maintenance, but grief is gone. And all shall end by his destruction. Turn, draw, and die, I come to kill thee. Think not my fury slakes so, or my blood Can cool it self to temper by refusal, Turn or thou diest. I do not wish to kill thee Like a slave, That taps men in their cups, and broach their hearts, Ear with a warning piece they have waked their ears, I would not Like to powder shoot thee down, To aflat graven, ere thou hast thought to frown: I am no Coward, but in manly terms, And fairest oppositions vow to kill thee. From sparkles bred by thee, that Like a villain. I'll hallow it in thine ears till thy soul quake to hear it, That Like a villain hast undone thy brother's. By nature, and her laws make us a kin, As near as are these hands, or sin to sin. Draw and defend thy self, or I'll forget Thou art a man. I disclaim them. I do forget it, pardon me the dead, I should deny the pains you bid for me. My blood grows hight for vengeance, thou hast spent My lives revenues that our parents purchased. Thou hast made my life a Beggar in this world, And I will make thee bankrout of thy breath: Thou hast been so bade, the best I can give, Thou art a Devil, not with men to live. How set upon by three, Sfut fear not Brother, yond Counterfeit wards, three to one, slaves, worse then Fencers that wear long uvea pons. You shall be fought withal, you shall be fought withal. I do believe you Sir, but I must tell you, Evils the which are gainst and other done, Repentance makes no satisfaction To him that feels the smart. Our father sir, Left in your trust my portion: you would spent it, And suffered me (while you in riots house, A drunken Tavern, spilled my maintenance Perhaps upon the ground with overflown cups, Like birds in hardest winter half starved, to fly) And pick up any food, least I should die. At peace for what? For spending my inheritance, By yonder son that every soul has life by, As sure as thou hast life I'll fight with thee. I'll kill thee then, Wertenberg thou now clasped Within thy mother, wife, or children's armea. For it shall cool. Heart, what makest thou here? I renounce him. Give way. Heart, give me way. Stop not my fury, or by my life I swear, I will reveal the robbery we would done, And take revenge on thee, That hinders me to take revenge on him. Then by that light that guides me here I vow, I'll straight to Sir John Harcop, and make known We were the two that robbed him. Sin has his shame, and thou shalt would thy endue. Sfut what else, they having interest in my blood, why should not I have interest in their coin. Beside Sir, I being a younger brother, would be ashamed of my generation if I would not borrow of any man that would lend, especially of my affinity, of whom I keep a Calendar. And look you Sir, thus I go over them. Frst over my Uncles, often over mine Ants, then up to my Nephews, straight down to my Nieces, to this Cousin Thomas, and that Cousin Jeffrey, leaving the courteous claw given to none of their elbows, even unto the third and fourth remove of any that hath interest in our blood. All which do upon their summons made by me, duly and faithfully provide for appearance, and so as they are, I hope we shall be, more indeerd, entirely, better, and more feelingly acquainted. In troth sister, we two to beg in the fields, And you to betake your self to the old trade, Filling of small Cans in the suburbs. Butler.