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True my good Lord, and she loves him so well, That I mislike her boldness in the chase. Too mean is my poor girl for his high birth, Poor Citizens must not with Courtiers wed, Who will in silks, and gay apparel spend More in one year, then I am worth by far, Therefore your honour need not doubt my girl. I thank your Lordship, Well Before, I understand your subtlety, As for your nephew, let your Lordship's eye But watch his actions, and you need not fear, For I have my daughter far enough, And yet your cousin Roland might do well Now he hath learned and occupation, And yet I scorn to call him son in law. I hear you had ill luck, and lost your game. I am sorry for the same. What gentleman is this? Y are welcome both, sith Fortune offers you Into my hands, you shall not partly from hence, Until you have refreshed yout wearied limbs: Go Sibel cover the board, you shall be guest To no good cheer, but even a hunter's feast. In gentlemen, I'll not be absent long. This Hammon is a proper gentleman, A citizen by birth, fairly allied, How fit and husband were he for my girl? Well, I will in, and do the best I can, To match my daughter to this gentléman. exit. 'Tis well, give me your hand, give me yours daughter. How now, both pull back, what means this, girl? If you will have her, I'll make her agree. Well he shall spend some of his thousands now For I have sent for him to the Guild Hall, enter Eyre. See where he comes: good morrow master Eyre. Well well, it likes your self to term you so, Now M. Dodger, whats the news with you? You shall, you shall: master Eyre, and M. Scot, I have some business with this gentleman, I pray let me entreat you to walk before To the Guild Hall, I'll follow presently, Master Eyre, I hope ere noon to call you Sheriff. Now master Dodger, whats the news you bring? Is not his Nephew Lacy now in France? London? is't even so? It may be, but upon my faith and soul, I know not where he lives, or whither he lives, So tell my Lord of Lincoln, lurch in London? Well master Dodger, you perhaps may start him, Be but the means to ris him into France, I'll give you a dozen angels for your pains, So much I love his honour, hate his Nephew, And prithee so inform thy lord from me. Farewell good master Dodger. Lacy in London? I dare pawn my life, My daughter knows thereof, and for that cause, Denied young M. Hammon in his love, Well I am glad I sent her to old Ford, Gods lord 'tis late, to Guild Hall I must High, I know my brothers stay my company. exit. Trust me you are as welcome to old Ford, as I my self. Now by my troth I'll tell Thee master Eyre, It does me good and all my brothers, That such a madcap fellow as thy self Is entered into our society. Would, would, would, I had rather then a thousand pound, I had and heart but half so light as yours. They have their impressed, coats, and furniture, And if it please your cousin Lacy come To the Guild Hall, he shall receive his pay, And twenty pounds beside my brothers Will freely give him, to approve our loves We bear unto my Lord your uncle here. Lodge in my house, say you? trust me my Lord, I love your Nephew Lacy too too dearly So much to wrong his honour, and he hath done so, That first gave him advise to stay from France. To witness I speak truth, I let you know How careful I have been to keep my daughter Free from all conference, or speech of him, Not that I scorn your Nephew, but in love I bear your honour, least your noble blood, Should by my mean worth be dishonoured. Gone? whither is she fled? Which way? what John, where be my men? which way? I'll ease her blindness. What, have I found you minion? At the Guild Hall we will expect your coming, Exit. Good master Scot, I have been bold with you, To be a witness to a wedding knot, Betwixt young master Hammon and my daughter, Oh stand aside, see where the lovers come. Why how now lovers, are you both agreed? Now mammet you have well behaved your self, But you shall curse your coins if I live, Whose within there? see you connay your mistress Straight to th'old Ford, I'll keep you straight enough, Before God I would have sworn the puling girl, Would willingly accepted Hammons love, But banish him my thoughts, go minion in, exit Rose. Now tell me master Scot would you have thought, That master Simon Eyre the shoemaker, Had been of wealth to buy such merchandise? Would our bade cheer were worth the thanks you give. Its well done mistress Eyre, pray give good counsel to my daughter. Pray God she do, for i'faith mistress Eyre, I would bestow upon that peevish girl A thousand Marks more then I mean to give her, Upon condition shéed be ruled by me, The Ape still crosseth me: there came of late, A proper Gentleman of fair revenues, Whom gladly I would call son in law: But my fine cockney would have none of him. You'll prove a coxcomb for it ere you die, A courtier, or no man must please your eye. Where is thy mistress? whats become of her? I'll not account of her as of my child: Was there no better object for her eyes, But a foul drunken lubber, swill belly, A shoemaker, thats brave. Stay stay sir knave. My Lord, this villain calls us knaves by craft. Tell me sirrah, whoes man are you? Here is and Angel, partly of thy reward, Which I will give Thee, tell me where he is. But art thou sure of this? My mind misgives me now 'tis so indeed. Let me request your company my Lord, Your honourable presence may, no doubt, Refrain their headstrong rashness, when my self Going alone perchance may be oreborne, Shall I request this favour? My care shall every way equal their haste, This night accept your lodging in my house, The earlier shall we stir, and at Saint Faith's Prevent this giddy harebrained nuptial, This traffic of hight love shall yield cold gains, They ban our loves, and weel forbid their baines. Come hither sirrah. Unmask your self. Take your Nephew hence. Your wife. No, nor this your nephew: My Lord of Lincoln, we are both abused By this base crafty varlet. Where is my daughter Rose? where is my child? I do (my gracious Lord) I am her father. I thank your grace. Will you then take from me my child perforce? What M. Hammon, welcome to old Ford. What? square they master Scot? Will you still cross me? still be obstinate? Your tongue is quick, but M. Hamond know, I bade you welcome to another end. Well done, fit my daughter well, and she shall please thee well. I do believe it, whats the news with you? The Earl of Lincoln come speak with me? Well, well, I know his errand: daughter Rose, Send hence your shoemaker, dispatch, have done: Sib, make things handsome: sir boy follow me. Believe me, on my credit I speak truth, Since first your nephew Lacy went to France, I have not seen him. It seemed strange to me, When Dodger told me that he stayed behind, Neglecting the High charge the King imposed. What noise is this? Master Eyre, are all these shoemakers? Sibil, go fetch some wine to make these drink, You are all welcome. Well, urgent business calls me back to London: Good fellows, first go in and taste our cheer, And to make merry as you homeward go, Spend these two angels in beer at Stratford Boe. Fled with a shoemaker, can this be true? A fleming butter boar, a shoemaker, Will she forget her birth? requite my care With such ingratitude? skornd she young Hammon, To love a honnikin, a needy knave? Well let her fly, I'll not fly after her, Let her starve if she will, she's none of mine. How now, what knave is this, from whence come mest thou? Knowest thou then where he is? Tell me good honest fellow where he is, And thou shalt see what I'll bestow of thee. Huswife, get you in. Villain, thou toldst, me that my daughter Rose, This morning should be married at Saint Faith's, We have watched there these three hours at the least, Yet see we no such thing. See see my daughters masked. I am content with what your Grace hath done. Come master Eyre, lets have your company. exeunt.