BUNGLER

For all Scholars know, that Musicam est Ars. why? what have I done, Why is't not Latin sir, Not a whole month since you were entered Ladies? I care not much i'faith, if I write down to my father presently, to send up my sister in all haste, that I may place her here at this Music school. So are we Gentlemen. I and with their Maids to i'faith. As long as the poor fellow ventures the lose of his own money, who can be offended at his Fortune's. Me thinks his lucks good enough sir. Had ever country gentleman such fortune? All swoopt away idem, need repair to'th Brokers, Say you so sir, there's comfort in that i'faith. But by your leave sir? next comes the breeches,—. Saving your tail sir? 'tis given me to understand that you are a Gentleman ith hundred, and deal in the premises aforesaid. Why what say you to my Grandfathers seal ring here Nay view it well, and ancient arms, I can tell you. The great codpeice with nothing int. The word about it, partur junt montes. Nay I have you fast enough boy, you rogue. Mass Like enough. Had he such friends? How now Mar aduke whats the wager; You sir. O a fine Merchant's wife,— Trust me and thats the roperer phrase here at Lon done, and 'tis as absurd too, to call him ine Merchant, for be king at sea, a man knows not what pickle he is in. Yet my couze will be served in plate I can tell you, she has her silver lug and her gilded Tankards. In Powles. No I stay a little for a Gentleman's coming too. Fare you well sir: I wonder Master Goldstone spares my company so long, it's now about the navel of the day, upon the belly of noon. I am bold to salute you sir. Is Mistress New-cut your cozen sir. Then I am a cozen of yours, by the Sisters side. I am a bidden guest here too. Faith invited this morning. I walk a turn or two here for a Gentleman, but I think heel either overtake me, or be before me. Nay let him come between two and three cozen, for we love to fit long at dinner ith' City. Nay cozen, keep your way cozen, Good cozen I will not i'faith cozen. There will be a gallant here anon cooze, He promised faithfully. Master Taylbee, no master Goldstone. I have I'faith. Couze dost thou love me, and thou wilt ever do any thing for me, do't. Why dost thou think Ime and ass couze? Why do not I know that, away, stand close, so, so mum cozen? a merry companion i'faith, here will be good sport a non,—whist she comes? Puh. The tenor bell salt; o here comes Master Goldstone now cozen, he may tell us some news on him. Did you not meet a fellow about door, with a great silver salt under his arm. He tells you true sir. Who I, no, it's well known, if I be disposed, I'll forget any man in a sevennight, and yet look him in the face: nay let him ride but ten mile from me, and come home again, it shall be at my choice whither I'll remember him or no, I have tried that. It's as a man gives his mind too it sir: and now you bring me in; I remember 'twas once my fortune to be cozened of all my clothes, and with my clothes my money; a poor Shepherd pitting me, took me in, and relieu de me. Nay you shall see now, 'twas his fortune likewise not long after, to come to me in much distress i'faith, and with weeping eyes, and do you think I remembered him. By my troth not , I sorgot him quite, and never remem bred him to this hour. As well as I know you i'faith— It's a gift given to some above others. You promise to mount us. So it should seem by the Story, for so our names came to be Bunglers Alas good gentleman? Come I'll be his surety for once: He will mend, a may prove and honest man for all this, I know gallant Gentlemen now, that have done as much as this comes too in their youth. And as for Bridewell, that will but make him worse, a will learn more knavery there in one week, then will furnish him and his heirs for a hundredth year. Nay I tell you true Sir, ther's none goes in there a quean, but she comes out and arrant whore I warrant you. No you had better forgive him by ten parts. Thank my sweet couze, isle munch with her say. Marmaduke— Will there be any stockfish thinkest thou? Tell my couze I've a great appetite to stockfish i'faith—Master Goldstone isle entreat you to be the gentleman that shall accompany me. Nay you shall see a house dressed v i'faith, you must not think oh tread ath ground when you come there.— Why upon paths made of fig-frailes, & white blankets cut out in steaks. Where's my sweet cozen here, dos she lack any guess? My cozen here is a very kind natured soul i'faith, in her humour. Would you could i'faith. Preach couze what is't, I love a jest a life i'faith. Why yea shall see a pretty story of a humour. Why? Your cozen yonder. Cozen, hist cozen. Puh, I call not you, I call my cozen, come forth with the salt cozen: would, how, nobody: why uva not he that came in even now your cozen? Do's any make such a wonder at this; why alas 'tis nothing to forget others; what say you to those that forget themselves? 'Tis ill to curse the dead sir. Thats true i'faith. Some great business detains him couzin, but heel not be long now? How? cozen:—sings—cozen, cozen, did call couze. A pickpocket, nay you shall to Newgate luck you: is this your Boy sir. Theres ten of em. I caught him once in mine. There you make your honour sir By my troth concluded, what state bears thy couze irrah?