WENTLOE

We have no acquaintance here, but young Scar borrow. Why for Gods sake? Why then I am free from Cheaters, clear from the Pox, and escape Curses? I and Jews too, Brokers, Puritans, and Sergiants. Sblud this is a philosophical fool. None of your Land good Knight, for that is laid to mor gage already? Who list to have a Lubberly load. Oh God: Let us hear more of this? If I did not Like her, should he swear to the devil, I would make him forsworn. If he should lie with her there, is not the father partly the Bawd? But will your father do this too, if he know the gallant breathes himself at some two or three Bawdy houses in a morning. Sfut dus he make Punks of us, that he Hems already? Health Knight, not as Drunkards give their healths I hope, to go together by the ears when they have done? Why? wouldst have him love her, let her command all, and make her his master? He has all his land in his own hand. Beside four thousand pound in ready money with his wife. Nay, honest Frank, hast thou found a trick for him, if thou hast not, look heeres a line to direct thee. First draw him in to bans for money, then to dice for it: Then take up stuff at the Mercers, straight to a punk with it: Then mortgage his Land, and be drunk with that: so with them and the rest, from and And cient Gentleman, make him a young beggar. Nay but Frank. Beside Frank, since his marriage, he stawkes me Like a cashiered Captain discontent, in which Melancholy, the jest drop of mirth, of which thou hast and Ocean, will make him, and all his ours for ever. You would the Knave i'faith Frank. Weel but taste of his Beer, kiss his Daughter, and to horse again, where the good Knight hear? He's our own, he's our own, Come, lets make use of his wealth, as the snow of Ice: Melt it, melt it. Nay, he profits well, but the worst is he will not swear yet Why then I think Tobacco be a kind of swearing, for it furs our nose pockily. Do: and weel stay here and drink Tobacco. Come, come, what a pox needs all this, this is Mellis Flo ra, the sweetest of the honey, he that was not made to fat Cattle, but to feed Gentlemen. Should regard your credit. Oh, stand man? What dost mean by that Will? Who wilt thou wed then, prethe? Or I, good Butler. Oh Butler, we would been in passion at thy tediousness, And Ass, and Ass, and Ass. We shall honour thee. As Brother's. Sfut it is scurvy Walking, for us so near the two Con ters, would he would come once? Two or three manor houses. Whats the meaning of all this, is this the mask after thy marriage. Would, would, would. Master Scarberrow is a married man. Nay but valorous Frank, he that knows the secrets of all hearts, knows I did it in kindness. As sure as I am now, & was dead drunk last night. And excellent health. Master Ilford, theres a couple of strangers be neath desires to speak with you. How now: whats the matter Frank? Are well descended. You are richly married. Have store of friends. The son of some slave. Some Horsekeeper. Now speaks my Bully Like a Gentleman of worth. Fit to be regarded. Our swords. But dust mean to go? Whats that? Dost mean now to serve God? Its impossible, for thou hast been a whoremaster this seven year. I, but not willingly Cuckolds, though we are now talking about wives. Butler. Oh, would we met you Sir. Well, God give you Joy, we can hear of your good for tune, now 'tis done, though we could not be acquainted with it afore hand. Store of Gold. And so many Oxen, that their horns are able to store all the Cuckolds in your Country. Why your wife, Who should it be else? He dus but counterfeit now to delude us, he has all her portion of Land, Coin, Plate, Jewels: and now dissembles thus least we should borrow some Money of him. Why then, By her brother's setting one in my conscience, who knowing thee now to would somewhat to take to, by the death of thy father, and that he hath spent her portion, and his own possessions, hath laid this plot, for thee to marry her, and so he to be rid of her himself. A brave resolution. When it follows, young Scarborow shall be bound for the one: then take up as much more, we share the one half, & help him to be drunk with the other. Bith mass mine are very few. We cannot mistake it, for heres the sign of the Wolf and the Bay-window. For we shall have you turn proud now, grow respect less of your Ancient acquaintance, why Butler told us of it: Who was the maker of the match for you? Frank, news that will make thee fat Frank.