FRAUD

Huff once aloft, and if I may hit in the right vain, Where I may beguile easily without any great pain: I will flaunt it and brave it after the lusty swash, I'll deceive thousands, what care I who lie in the lash. To London, to get entertainment there if I may, Of the three ladies, Lucar, Love, and Conscience, What care I to serve the Devil, so I may get pence? Thou hores n rascal swad avant, isle bang thee for thy brawling, how darest thou defame a Gentleman that hath so large a living? Faith I have proved and hundred such ways, For when I could not thrive by all other trades, I became a squire to wai e upon ades. But then was then, and now is now, so let that pass, I am as thou seest me, what care? the devil what I was. Faith sir we met by chance, and towards London are been But which of us all shall first break the matter? Tut sirs, seeing lady Conscience is so scrupulous, I will not speak to her, for I see it is frivolous. But what say you lady Love, will you grant us favour? Fraud is the clubbish knave, and Usury the hard hearted knave And Simony the diamond dainty knave, And Dissimulation the spiteful knave of spade. Come there any more knaves, come there any more: I see four knaves stand on a row. Away Drudge, be gone quickly. Faith care that care will, for I care not a point, I have shifted hitherto, and whilst I live I will jeopard a joint: And at my death I will leave my inheritor behind, That shall be of the right stamp to follow my mind: Therefore let them prate till their hearts ache, and spit out their evil, She cannot quail me, if she came in likeness of the great devil. Why and whereto? what wouldst thou have me do? Well upon that condition I will but I care not so much for his gifts, As that he will by my name declare how he came by his great thrifts, And that he will set out in every kind of thing, That Fraud is a good husband, and great profit does bring. Therefore the next piece of work that thou worser est make, Let me see how deceitful thou wilt do it for my sake. Nay rather a Lawyer, or some petty fogger, he does seem. Nay fellow thou knowest that Simony and Usury hath and matter in law at this time, Naw if thou canst handle the matter so subtle and , S to plead that ill matter good and firmable at the bar, Then thou shalt show thy self worthy to win Lady Lucar. Therefore tell me if you can and will do it or no. If you do it, be sure to get my Ladies good will ere you go. Of troth how likest thou this fellow Dissimulation? Come after dinner, or some other time when we are at leisure. How now sirs, you are vengeance hasty, can you not tarri But stand auling so at my Ladies door. Here take it amongst you, yet it a good almesse deed to give you nothing. Because you were so hasty and kept such a calling. Faith all is gone, thou comest too late, thou seest all is given there By the faith of a Gentleman I have it not, I would I were able to give thee more. Indeed my arms are at the Painters, belike he hung them out to dry I pray thee tell me what they were, if thou canst them descry. What a swad is this? I had been better to have sent him to the back door, to have got some alms amongst the rest of the poor. Thou praist thou canst not tell what, or else art not well in thy wit, I am sure my arms are not blazed so far abread as yet. Now he to gone give care to me. You seem to be found men in every joint and him. And can you live in this sort to oh up and down the country a begging? Oh base minds I trow, I had rather hack it out by the high way side, Than such misery and pen rye still to abide. Sirs, if you will be ru de by me, and do what I shall say, I'll bring you where we shall have a notable fine pray. It is so sirs, that merchant, one Mercad rus, is coming from Turkey And it is my Ladies pleasure that he robbed should be, She hath sworn that we shall be all sharers alike, And upon that willed me some such companions as you be to seek. I, let us about it, to provide our weapons ready, And when the time serves, I my self will conduct ye. What says the rascal? but you know, It stands not with my credit to braule: But good master Constalbe for his slanderous report, Pay him double, and in as great a matter command me you shall. What a clinchpoop drudge is this? I can forbear him no more. Leave thy prating, I will I tell thee.