ROGER

I do not Like this shuffling. Yes faith, and Henges too, I'm almost desperate, And care not how I am. More Rogue thou. So, and if thou be'st not pleased with that, Thou must prepare for worse. Faith scarce with thee, thou art not worth my anger Yes, but I hope we never shall be of one heart, My fellow no better than a Pander? Yes, would that were all, a Traitor to that House Where thou hadst thy first Bred, and almost thy being; Thy making I am sure, but never that poison That swells so in thy bosom: My good old Master, Heaven rest his soul, uprising, and down lying, Kept twenty stout tall fellows, whom thy baseness Hath shrunk to two already; if this Riot To which thou still persuadest the young man hold, We shall be none, he nothing. Get you together, for a truelove knot Tied by the Devil, may his Dam unloose it, For I shall never: a Scrivener, and Ʋ surer, and a Pimp, All joined in one, to ruin a young hopeful Gentleman. Now are they turning and old three men's Song, We be knaves all three, mount your notes aloft; For he that I named last will bear the burden; A load best fitting him, you'll find him one day A fellow of excellent carriage, he'll bear with you, Because he loves you so: So now all's plotted Exeunt all three. And there's a Lordship, or a Manor at least Gone at one lift: but what to do with money, Of which the least is Like to come to him That hath most interest in't; some to the Pot, Partly to the Pipe, not least share to the smock: And what remains to gaudifie the back, Must fill the Cheaters pocket; o my old Master, Should thy soul see this, it would suffer for't, As my heart bleeds to think of't. Enter Slightall, & 2. Gentlemen. I pity the young Monster. Is this your Lesson? curse upon that Tutor That read you this damned Lesson. Or rather excellent Devil. To what the pox, will this your practice bring you? In these days men do fell their Lands, their Fortune's, And their Estates to purchase them diseases. Sir. Sir, not I. He hath ill taste, that loves to feed on Carrion. Pray sir a word: Can this world last ever? you fell, and fell, But when the money is spent, are you resolved To feed on Husks, and Acorns? I am plain, How many months did your old Father's spend To purchase that you in few hours consume? Would, does this startle you? I am trusty Roger, And so you still shall find me: did he compass That competent Estate he left to you By Fiddlers whores, and Cheaters? look you big? Nay sir, I can affront you; where be now Those furnished Tables, whose long backs bid bend With Chines of Beef, and Chargers, feasting both Neighbours and strangers? are they Ryotted on lifts and whifflers? If none be galled, you have no cause to wince, But if you be, then Figo. Then do not interrupt me: Bawds and Whores, Panders and Pimps, did he keep such about him? I hope none here are touched; call him to mind, sir, And think upon his worthy memory, And how you lose your self. And Office fit for none but slaves, I am none; You had best bid these that are acquainted with them. If they be Gentlemen, let them show them such, That is abhor those vices you are wrapped with. And pay all. But some must sure repent it, when all is gone and wasted So would my sword had thee. You'll one day find the difference. Game too, all will help to send a man a going. And so is he too, to be gleek'd of all. Yes, so there be no whores in Company, But rather then feast where they shall domineer, And bold Rampalian Like, swear and drink drunk, I'll feed on Cheese, and Onions; and in stead Of healthing, quench my thirst with frighted water. I will not haunt him as the Devil does, But for once I will dog him. Exeunt all. So please you sir, I shall; That which I think you're brought to now your self, Or within little of't. Nothing. What call you something then? Pray keep mine, Your service sir is all the heritage that I expect from you. I'll keep it sir, as Steward to your use, but Always ready to furnish your least wants. It's my sorrow. Preferred already? may I live to see thee Advanced some few steps higher, to the Gallows. Yes, one that he did never, nor I think never will, Yet a Lord too. I thank you, no; were there no other Master's On the Earth, I am no man for you. Because the last I had, I lost by you, a Man, that Save his Title, bettered you, or any of your blood. Long you to have your Teeth picked? I'll find time To talk with you hereafter. He was a Gentleman descended well, As ancient as your self, as well endowed With all the gifts of Nature; better tuter'd, For he could write true Scholar, which few Lords In these days practice; not ambitious, Nor yet base thoughted, for he kept the mean, And aimed but at his equal; you in this Come short of; for you, less noble breasted, Have stooped to your inferior. Think you, you could have bettered him in valour? He was too full of fire, witness his spirit, Most worthy of a Roman Character; That being oppressed, and only crossed in her, He lost himself in all things; and shall I Serve him, by whom a grafted of his fair hope Is by his Whale-like Title swallowed up? And feed at his Board that hath famished him That was my Master? let such Sycophants doe't, That to their Lords affections suit their service, Not to their fame's and honours: that can fawn, Lie, cog, and flatter, Pimp, and Pandarise, And so farewell, good fellow. I speak sir of my fellow, he's now none For he attends your Lordship. Him, to his Grave, or to his better Fortune's; Bless your Lordship. Exit. Want whilst I have, or hear my pockets chide? While his are silent? there's no justice in't: And if he do while my Exchequor lasts, May I be held a Proverb made to cast In every false Grooms teeth? What sudden change is this? do my eyes mock me, Or must I call him Master? And you are both in cash and sense likewise? From whence came this sir? Come, will you walk sir? And have we lived to see the golden age once more? Now Geoffrey, if I meet you I dare affront you boldly. Sir, all's dispatched, but by my faith I lie, Here's something here to do. Why God a mercy Master, I perceive Your spirits not all spent. But how differed you? to be assailed by such a shameful odds. Most carefully; all's to the full dispatched. Would, sirrah Geoffrey, I Think you played at leap Frog? Sir, what's he? Too hight, and why? he may be honest, but he hath the Countenance of and old subtle knave; well, I'll attend you. Ex. It's as safe Here in my breast as under bolts and locks, The cunningest picklock tongue that ever spoke Shall turn these springs to open them; farewell sir. As I would do a kindness, lay't in me, From my old fellow Geoffrey. Exit. But Mistress, that's the next way To break your neck, and keep the contract firm; The Staircase will do better. High to shelter, for there's a storm coming.