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Shall I fetch you some drink, Sir? So it had needs, for you keep me Thirsty, spite of my teeth. Behanged both, except I may have some drink. Save your labour, good master Thief: for my breeches are ith' fashion, a great deal of pocket, but no lining. There be two of them master, ask the widow else. You shall be hanged for't then. A good harmless Constable, a thief may take him napping. I love you Master, but here's a good key I love better. Sweet instrument of my joy, let me kiss thee. A las, that thou and I should be such strangers. We have but one barrel: now if that should be in my Master's disease, troubled with the strangullion, and could not run—well, if it be not empty, I'll giu`t a scouring. I, come, come master Nice. There's good liquour it he house. You may sprinkle your throat with that. Its better then holy water. Let me undo you Master. They may be cold, for they have been rotten these dozen years. I am very thirsty. Of nothing master but the Buttery, I. O ho ho. He would have refreshed her, Sir. So ho-my master's turned Reveller. I never lost my name since I came into his staruice, till now. Vck! a miracle, I am not Thirsty. He shakes as if he had the gurning ague. Now could I dance Like a Dutch Fro: my heals are as light as my head. Pork. Pork. Me thinks you are too fast, Sir. Nothing Sir, but a Hare crossed the way; and he, poor timorous soul, durst go no further for fear of sprights. Whoop master—no partly of my finding. Nay, all's mine for finding: and I'll keep't. Master, I'm so dry, I cannot stir my feet. Do they brew wine here? Ha'you any drink there? Faith, Poetry now a days will scarce make a man drink. I had as lief be a pot as a Poet: then I should sometime be full of good liquour. I, and all night too. Let him go, he runs for a wager. You should drink, hard, master: all this comes with pinching your self of your liquour. This is the reason, that so few Dutchmen are troubled with the stone. Your miserable Churl dribbles Like the pissing Conduit: but his jovial son with a stream Like Ware-water-spout. This is the cause, the Usurer falling sick, so seldom rises by the staff of Physic: for he has no water for the Physician to cast. You have watched fair: sure that Parson was some Irishman. Yes, yes: as a Midwife her errand to a Citizens wife. There's not and Owl in and Ivy-bush, nor a Parrat at a Drugsters door, has who whoop, or walk Knave, more perfect. Pork, pork. Come out, Spirit.
Plot summary
Plot — The Honest Lawyer
Richard Vaster’s lands are mortgaged to Gripe the usurer for £300. Jealously believing himself to have been cuckolded, he sells his wife Florence to the bawd and innkeeper Marmaid, claiming her to be his sister. He then challenges Benjamin Gripe, the usurer’s son, to a duel, and pretends to be killed; the remorseful Benjamin is determined to make amends by looking after Vaster’s family. Valentine sets himself up as a phoney doctor and is asked to cure Gripe’s gout, which entails driving a large nail through the affected toe. While Gripe is inconvenienced by the nail, Valentine steals his purse and keys. Gripe also sends Benjamin to foreclose on Vaster’s mortgage; when Benjamin asks him to give the bereaved family a three-month respite, he is disinherited. Surprisingly, the nail does indeed drive out the gout. Curfew has passed himself off as the deputy Abbot of Newnham after the death of the real deputy, his brother, and he uses the abbey as a base for highway robbery. His first two victims are Valentine and the disguised Vaster, who both prove as rascally as he; the three of them end up going into partnership. They proceed to rob travellers: Vaster happily relieves Gripe of his money, but lets Benjamin off with an injunction to be good to the Vaster family. Whenever they leave anyone tied up on the road, Florence comes out of the nearby inn and releases them. She is proving a 1614 disappointment to Marmaid ~ all her clients seem to end up with a new moral outlook on prostitution — so the bawd allows Benjamin, the landlord, to take her away. He lodges her at his father’s house under an assumed name, Widow Sorrow. Valentine makes an affray at the inn, and is arrested. The justice before whom he is brought happens to be Gripe, who lets him off, because he has developed another medical complaint: inability to urinate. Valentine proposes using gunpowder to blow open the urinary tract, and again the treatment is surprisingly successful. Robert and Anne, Vaster’s son and daughter, are destitute, but nobody will give them any money, not even Bromley, Vaster’s former steward who owes everything to the family. Benjamin sends Robert to see ‘Widow Sorrow’, and falls in love with Anne. Robert soon identifies the widow as his mother, but suspects that her presence in the usurer’s household confirms his father’s suspicions of her adultery. When he threatens her with violence, Gripe has him committed to prison. The usurer attempts to seduce the widow, and gives her the…