BARTERVILE

Lurchall: —within O, art there? This day betwixt one and two a Gallants bound To pay 400. Crowns to free his Lands Fast morgag'de to me, Lurchall, God thee up hie Into my Turret, where thou mayest espy All comers every way; if by thy guess, Thou seest the Gull make hither. Do, take my Watch, go faster. All his Land Is summed with these two Figures, (2. and 1.) At passed one, (his,) strike but two, 'tis mine own. The City-clocks then strike, and kill thy Master. Would all the Citie-Sextons, at my cost Were worser unke this day 4. hours. Your Majesty shall have what bags you will, Bags only, but I'll keep my money still. I know that: Let my S le be the better or't, Thats all I crave for, after I am dead. That, his Hour Lie gasping, at the last Minutes; let him beat at door, Within I'll beat his heart out. Wee'de strike merrily. Fly up to'th topath house, Not reached to one yet; Wertenberg thou to be hanged, The hour had galloped. I'll send you Gold. King borrow 30000. Chequines of me ! would, would! That, for which many their Religion, Most men their Faith, all change their honesty, Profit, (that guilded God) Commodity. He that would grow damned-rich, yet live secure, Must keep a case of Faces, sometime demure. Sometime a grum-surly sir, now play the Jew, Then the Precisian; Not a man weel view. But varies so. My self, (of bashful nature) Am thus supplied by Art. I am mortifide, I warrant you. Oh you! give it every farthing to the poor, When I have sent for't hither. One that can buy thee and ten such as thou art out of thy Sea-coale-pits ere. Is not this Newcastle? Soul in prison! I never had any soul to speak on. A thousand Pounds.— Whats this?— If you give me bags full of Sawdust, in stead of more ney, my Ghost shall walk. How goes this month? Weddings this month 12. thousand: not worth the scoring, But think ther's little marrying, we would so much whoring. Grinding mills so much-used; about the city Such grinding, yet no more money; suits in law, Full brought to and end this month, no more but ten: This law will beggar us: had I the bags again, I bought this cumbrous office with, the King Should make his best of't: he that did farm't before Had it for less than I, yet receiude more. H w much remains of the salt tribute endue? Thats well: a savoury sum: These our Italian tributes, were well devised, Me thinks 'tis fit a subject should not eat But that his Prince from every dish of meat Should receive nourishment: for (being the head) Why should he pine, when all the body is fed? Beside, it make us more to awe a King, When at each bit we are forced to think on him. They are sure, though not the soundest pay mai ers, Read whats the sum. Do not your gallants come off roundly then? If your whores are known, whats thy suit? Well, well, whats their request? Why pray thee honest fellow? Draw their petition, and weel see all cured. How goes my watch? 'Sdeath keek his hour, heave ̄ help poor Citizens, If Gentlemen grow thus wary: let him in. Barren now, that hast in craft so fruitful been. Your business sir to me. No in good truth sir. Signior Innocentio; My memory had quite lost you, pray fit both, A bowl of wine here. What needs this forward spring? faith two months hence Had been to me as welcome. Go beat a drum ith garret, that no tongues Of clocks be herd but mine. Wind, wind. What evidence sir, have I of yours? Which you would have for your security. No sir Innocentio, To morrow on your bore word will I lend you 30. crowns more: I love you sir, and wish you beware whose hands you fallen into: the world's a serpent. With all my heart. Have you such covenant from me? I remember none. Would! whats that conscience? I know no law-termes I, Talk to me as to Citizen. Serve writs upon me, yet keep my money too? Dull slave hast thou no brain? Peace. 'Tis good to try men's patience, fetch me down Those writing on my pillow, there they would slept These two hours for you: must not friends jest? would! Beside the use. Hold: I'll take it without telling, put it up. Dare you touch it? Who stabs first? Flings money amongst it. Now touch it if you dare: ther's gold of mine, And if they lay one finger on't, cry thieves, They come to rob me, touch it if you dare. Proceed, in your chancery suit, I have begun your bill. Humbly complaining. I kiss thy forehead, my witty Oedipus That canst unfold such riddels: one rings. That is a law-draught goes down coldly. If oaths had back-doors to come in at, without dan her of damnation, to catch a men soul bith back, swearing were brave. Do, tell him: on thee I'll built: now all my fear, Is for appearance at the Chancellors Court, No trick to save that? What thou not honest Carlo? One gulp more had choked me; This wine had washed my fears off, tha'st given me power To make me dote upon thee. Carolos gone. So I may get by it. In my bosom sleep (My dove, my l we,) prosper but thou and I, I humbly thank your highness. A gracious doom. I payde'em to that man. Let me before I swear, on my notes look, I'll tell you the very day; pray hold my staff, Till I draw out my false eyes. The day: August, 14. On this day (August, 14.) I swear I paid Into these hands, 200. crowns in gold. Else let that eye, Which sees me play false, scourge my perjury With fearful stripes. Let me want life, rather then want your Grace. Take all my Gold. Thou hadst Like t'ha sent me swearing into Hell, I'll weave my Nets my self, how dost thou Like me? Is not this habit Turk -Merchantlike? Marry these— A hundred thousand- lorens fill my Coffers, Some of it is mine own, and some the Kings, Some taken up at use of sundry Merchant's, To pay at six six months, on mine own band,) Sue that, I'll keep the moneys in my hand. Not mine own neck, but their backs; To get the r moneys, Bartaruile must die, Make will, name and executer, which am I. Given out his kinsman, lately employed him in Turkey. Like and executer will I cozen all. Make creditors Orphans, and widows spend those tears They saved from their late husbands burials; They get not ij. worser it'h pound. The King? would would: the King is going this way; He means to borrow, (If the wars holds) my gold: yes: when to morrow. All debts of mine, on him shall be conferred, Iham breifes and tickets which from time to time Show what large sums his minions would fetched from me, His tribute money has paid it, that's no matter, The world bites these dead, whom alive they flatter. And so must I; then give it out I left A complete state, but the Kings death bereft Me of those sums he owde. With that wind must I likewise shift my ail: And where the fox gets nothing, will turn Ape, Make legs, crouch, kiss my paw, present some stale Device of virtues triumph to express How much I joy him safe, with nothing less. Easiest of all: I'll swear, this saude my life, Pursued by kennels of barking creditors: For my much love to him, and thus being forced To walk obscure, my credit fell to wrack, Want of return made all my factors break, In parts remote; to recompense which lose, And that with S etie I may give direction To my disturbed state, eraue I the Kings protection. A merchant, and yet knowest not What a protection is? I'll tell thee. I'll outreach the devil: But I tempt danger: oe thou and fetch some Friar As if (at point of death,) I did desire, (No, Barteruile did desire (to make confession: If any creditors beat, or rail at door, Upstarts this Turk and answers them. I hau a reaching plot in that (boy) hasten, That we may sm le in our securer port: Seeing others sea tossed: why 'tis but a sport For him thats safe, to see the proud waves swallow Whole fleets of wretched souls: it needs must follow, Nature sent man into the world, (alone,) Without all company, but to care for one, and that isle do. Away, thy hast, our richest love shall earn, Put up: fear nothing: Armies should they enter, Cannot here find you. Send or your trancks and jewels, isle ship you this night mean time, this unknown way, leads to a ce lar, where a world cannot fetch you forth: In, In, if danger pur sue you, in a dry fa isle pack you hence So to Sardini: Your cloaks and your gilded rapiers down, down, down. Foul cannot last long sweet, therefore kept there Sergeants. In my cold cellar; stay, house beset? what ees? This—foot a for they: proclamations Lurchall, 6000. Crowns are his, can these be ray, Soon earned, weel share fetch, the Can abriam hither, They are here say: dam they. Now Domine jer; what I to you confess You are bound by oath to eepe. Keep then this close, I am no Turk, not I, But Bartervil disguis e I policy. Sick of a disease, Bade as a plague to Citizens, I must break, Play a banckrowts partly) I have money of the kings, Of Merchant's, I'll keep all, these are City-springs; Here lies Sergeants Leaguer: about my doors: My house to me is and hospital, they the sores Which run upon me vily, (peep I but out.) To raze this Dunkirk siege, thus cast I about. Thus, thus sweet Domine Friar, I'll be Like you, a apuchine: So, by your Prior, Subprior, and covent, I may be fetched hence, Spite of all Showlder-clappers violence. Though the King should lay hands on me, I would not tarry. You are my guard, my Sanctuary. Alas what evil but pure devotion? When I die there, take All: Will you go to your prior and tell this? I'll send him and earnest penny (a 100. Crowns) As the first stone my charity builds upon. What drom's this? come, dispatch Friar, and be gone. His grace is welcome, as! I had more need To have Physicians and Apothecaries, Than fighters at my gates: Lurchall why come they? I detain they, here, here, here. Ime passed rewarding in this world, I look only for good men's prayers, theres the key Lurchall. Full before against my will: the bed I rise from Count I my deathbed; for (each minute) I look When Angels (heavens good porters) will let me in, Yet (Like my betters) I'm heavy laden with sin. And being thus sick, and at last gasp, I sent for my neerst cozen, my executor, Who seeing brave fellows beating at my gates, Took they for honest men, let they in simply, And undertook this night, to would shipd they hence; My faithful Servant telling me this, (In zeal, To you and my country) I bid him, All reveal. Heel led you to them. Your grace has done with me? Thanks to your Grace: Las what I did in this, was for no hire. Lurchall I feel my weazand pipe cut. I shall Like a dog, die without money, Lurchall. I have confessed, and shall be hanged, the King? I shall go scot free Lurchall. They do not smell me, yet my self I smell. But means the King that I shall burn here too? I am no Friar, see I'm poor Barteruile. A Christian by this hand, Your officer. Half that I have I freely give, so you my life will save. I'll lend your Highness 30000. chequines. If you be right Sergeants, for money yowl let me go. 5000 Crowns isle give but to go home. I'll put in 4. brokers to be my bail: I open theile be (taken. Whooh: hight, hight, hight,-drink,-I am heart-burnt. I am perbold, I am stewd, I am sod in a kettle of brim stone, pottage.—it scalds,—it scalds,—it scalds,—it scalds—who Zounds drink, hall I choke in mine Inn? drink. Some sack. Let the sack be mulld. Man is and ass, if he fit broiling thus ith glass house Without drink: two links of my chain for a three half penny bottle of mother consciences Ale: drink. Is not this all waters? Ruby water, some Ruby water, Or else a bottle of postern water to save charges, or else a Thimbleful of lymon water, to cool my stomatch the ru- Foh, the great devil or else some Aquauite woman has made water, It S alds me. No, to my old brother, Sir Achi ophell Pinch gut shall I: shall I? My chain, Let me hang in chains, so it be my Gold chain; Thieves, thieves, thieves. Well, well, the world will mend. Let'em: so I kiss gold, The youngmans whore, the saint of him that sold. It is a buckler of a large air compass within with Fox-skinnes: In the amid A p ke sticks out, (sometime of two years long, And sometime longer.) And this pike keeps off S rieants and Bailiffs, Actions, and Arrests: 'Tis a strong charm gainst all the noisome smells Of Counters, aylors, garnishes, and such hels; By this, a debtor craiz e, so grows, He may walk by, and play with his creditors nose. Under this buckler, here isle lie and fence. Can Angels Bail me?