COMPASS

Welcome good Captain Ironside, and brother; You shall along with me. I'm lodged hard by, Here at a noble Ladies house i'th' street, The Lady Loadstones (one will bid us welcome) Where there are Gentlewomen, and male Guests, Of several humours, carriage, constitution, Profession too: but so diametral One to another, and so much opposed, As if I can but hold them all together, And draw them to a sufferance of themselves, But till the Dissolution of the Dinner; I shall have just occasion to believe My wit is magisterial; and our selves Take infinite delight, i'the success. Why Ironside, you know I am a Scholar, And partly a Soldier; I have been employed, By some the greatest Statesmen o'the kingdom, These many years: and in my time conversed With sundry humours, suiting so my self To company, as honest men, and knaves, Good-fellows, Hypocrites, all sorts of people, Though never so divided in themselves, Have studied to agree still in the usage, And handling of me (which hath been fair too.) You do mistake My Caract of your friendship, all this while! Or at what rate I reckon your assistance Knowing by long experience, to such Animals, Half-hearted Creatures, as these are, your Fox, there, Vnkenneld with a Choleric, ghastly aspect, Or two or three comminatory Terms, Would run their fears to any hold of shelter, Worth a days laughter! I am for the sport: For nothing else. I think that too. But, Brother, (could I over entreat you) I have some little plot upon the rest If you would be contented, to endure A sliding reprehension, at my hands, To hear your self, or your profession glanced at In a few sleighting terms: It would beget Me such a main Authority, o'the by: And do your self no disrepute at all! Here comes our Parson, Parson Palate here A venerable youth! I must salute him, And a great Clerk! he's going to the Ladies, And though you see him thus, without his Cope, I dare assure you, he's our Parish Pope! God save my reverend Clergy, Parson Palate. My Lady stays for you, and for your Council, Touching her Niece Mrs. Placentia Steel! Who strikes the fire of full fourteen, to day, Ripe for a husband. To Council? 'time you were there. Make haste, and give it a round quick dispatch: That we may go to dinner betimes, Parson: And drink a health, or two more, to the business. All's one, but shorter! I can gi'you his Character. He, is the Prelate of the Parish, here; And governs all the Dams; appoints the cheer; Writes down the bills of fare; pricks all the Guests; Makes all the matches and the marriage feasts Within the ward; draws all the parish wills; Designs the Legacies; and strokes the Gills Of the chief Mourners; And (who ever lacks) Of all the kindred, he hath first his blacks. Thus holds he weddings up, and burials, As his main tithing; with the Gossips stals, Their pews; He's top still, at the public mess; Comforts the widow, and the fatherless, In funeral Sack! Sits above the Alderman! For of the Ward-mote Quest, he better can, The mystery, then the Levitick Law: That piece of Clark-ship does his Vestry awe He is as he conceives himself, a fine Well furnished, and apparaled Divine. No, a great Clarke As any'is of his bulk. (Been: Jonson) made it. The same man made them both: but his is shorter, And not in rhyme, but blanks. I'll tell you that, too. Rut is a young Physician to the family: That, letting God alone, ascribes to nature More then her share; licentious in discourse, And in his life a professed Voluptary; The slave of money, a Buffon in manners; Obscene in language; which he vents for wit; Is saucy in his Logics, and disputing, Is any thing but civil, or a man. See here they are! and walking with my Lady, In consultation, afore the door; We will slip in, as if we saw them not. Spare the torture, I do confess without it. Yes. Yes. Take her off Some body that hath mercy. Or any measure of compassion: Doctors, if you be Christians, undertake One for the soul, the other for the body! Nay, I say so too! And Medes, and Persians, did he not? And who, the Medes? Nor sense, if we be Master's of our senses! I am glad, That any thing could port her hence. We now Have hope of dinner, after her long grace. I have brought your Ladyship a hungry Guest, here, A Soldier, and my brother Captain Ironside: Who being by custom grown a Sanguinary, The solemn, and adopted son of slaughter: Is more delighted in the chase of and enemy, And execution of three days, and nights; Then all the hope of numerous succession, Or happiness of Issue could bring to him. And, if he can get pardon at heavens hand, For all his murders, is in as good case As a new christened Infant: (his employments Continued to him, without Interruption; And not allowing him, or time, or place To commit any other sin, but those) Please you to make him welcome for a meal, Madam. No; here they come! the prime Magnetic Guests Our Lady Loadstone so respects: the Arctic! And the Antarctic! Sir Diaphanous Silkworm! A Courtier extraordinary; who by diet Of meats, and drinks; his temperate exercise; Choice music; frequent baths; his horary shifts Of Shirts and Wast-coats; means to immortalise Mortality it self; and makes the essence Of his whole happiness the trim of Court. But Mr. Practice here, my Ladies Lawyer! Or man of Law: (for that's the true writing) A man so dedicate to his profession, And the preferments go along with it; As scarce the thundering bruit of and invasion, Another eighty eight, threatening his Country With ruin; would no more work upon him, Then Syracusa's Sack, on Archimede: So much he loves that Nightcap! the Bench-gowne! With the broad Guard o'th back! These show A man betrothed unto the study of our Laws! Tut, all men are Philosophers, to their inches. There's within, Sir Interest, as able a Philosopher, In buying, and selling! has reduced his thrift, To certain principles, and i'that method! As he will tell you instantly, by Logorythmes, The utmost profit of a stock employed: (Be the Commodity what it will) the place, Or time, but causing very, very little, Or, I may say, no paralaxe at all, In his pecuniary observations! He has brought your Nieces portion with him, Madam; At least the man that must receive it; Here They come negotiating the affair; You may perceive the Contract in their faces; And read indenture: If you'd sign them. So. A Vi-politique! Or a sub-aiding Instrument of State! A kind of a laborious Secretary To a great man! (and likely to come on) Full of attendance! and of such a stride In business politic, or economic, As, well, his Lord may stoop t'advise with him, And be prescribed by him, in affairs Of highest consequence, when he is dulled, Or wearied with the less. You know the man? And that's your quarrel at him? a just plea. (Hang your ears This way: and hear his praises, now Moath opens) No Madam, as he had hope to fell your Niece Unto him. So easy, as some Cobbler worms a Dog. Till it turn a politic insect, or a Fly! Thus long. Why, should that fright me; Mr. By —, from telling Whose as you are? Which by the truer style, Some call a formal, flat servility. Nay Parson, stand not off; you may approach: This is no such hid point of State, we handle, But you may hear it: for we are all of counsel. The gentle Mr. Practice, hath dealt clearly, And nobly with you, Madam. Yes, first I moved The business trusted to me, by your Ladyship, In your own words, almost your very Sillabes: Save where my Memory trespassed against their elegance: For which I hope your pardon. Then I enlarged In my own homely style, the special goodness, And greatness, of your bounty, in your choice, And free conferring of a benefit, So without ends, conditions, any tie But his mere virtue, and the valve of it, To call him to your kindred, to your veins, Insert him in your family, and to make him A Nephew, by the offer of a Niece, With such a portion; which when he had herd, And most maturely acknowledged (as his calling Tends all unto maturity) he returned A thanks, as ample as the Courtesy, (In my opinion) said it was a Grace, Too great to be rejected, or accepted By him! But as the terms stood with his fortune, He was not to prevaricate, with your Ladyship, But rather to require ingenious leave, He might with the same love, that it was offered Refuse it, since he could not with his honesty, (Being he was engaged before) receive it. And name the party. Come, leave your Schemes, And fine Amphibolies, Parson. No, but your Parson says he knows, Madam. How! Did he name Pleasance? Are you sure Parson? Yes, here's Sir Moath, Your brother, with his Bias, and the Party Deep in discourse: it'll be a bargain, and sale; I see by their close working of their heads, And running them together so in Council. He is a Lawyer, and must speak for his Fee, Against his Father, and Mother, all his kindred; His brother's, or his sisters: no exception Lies at the Common-Law. He must not altar Nature for form, but go on in his path— It may be he will be for us. Do not you Offer to meddle, let them take their course: Dispatch, and marry her off to any husband; Be not you scrupulous; let who can have her: So he lay down the portion, though he geld it: It will maintain the suit against him: somewhat, Something in hand is better, then no birds. He shall at last account, for the utmost farthing, If you can keep your hand from a discharge. Gentlemen, Doctors, and Scholars, yo'll hear this, and look for As much true secular wit, and deep Lay-sense, As can be shown on such a common place. His soul lying that way. And infinite wealth! He bear the burden: Go you on Sir Moath. There you went out of the road, a little from us. Infinite wealth. A manifest conclusion, and a safe one. He may intail a Jest upon his house, though: Enter Iron side. Or leave a tale to his posterity, To be told after him. Is't any thing to you brother, To know Religions more then those you fight for? You shall not do it here, Sir. How they are scattered! I told you such a passage would disperse them, Although the house were their Fee-simple in Law, And they possessed of all the blessings in it. No, the Parsons calling By this time, all the covey again, together. Here comes good tidings! Dinners of the board. Stay Mrs. Pleasance, I must ask you a question: have you any suits in Law? Answer me briefly, it is dinner time. They say you have retained brisk Mr. Practice Here, of your Council; and are to be joined A Patentee with him. No, I am in earnest. It is given out i'the house so, I assure you; But keep your right to your self, and not acquaint A common Lawyer with your case. If he Once find the gap; a thousand will leap after. I'll tell you more anon. Were you a mad man to do this at table? And trouble all the Guests, to affright the Ladies, And Gentlewomen? And you must therefore break his face with a Glass, And wash his nose in wine. You should have used the Glass Rather as balance, then the sword of Justice: But you have cut his face with it, he bleeds. Come you shall take your Sanctuary with me; The whole house will be up in arms against you else, Within this half hour; this way to my lodging. Gone out of doors. The Doctor is and Ass then, if he say so, And cannot with his conjuring names, Hippocrates; Galen or Rasis, Avicenna. Averroes, Cure a poor wenches falling in a swoon: Which a poor Farthing changed in Rosa solis, Or Cynnamon water would. Her taking it to heart thus, more afflicts me Then all these accidents, for they'll blow over. Shrewd maims! your Clothes are wounded desperately, And that (I think) troubles a Courtier more, And exact Courtier, then a gash in his flesh. Why then you'll challenge him? He speaks Like Mr. Practice, one, that is The Child of a Profession he's vowed too, And servant to the study he hath taken, A pure Apprentice at Law! But you must have The counsel o'the Sword; and square your Actium Unto their Cannons, and that brotherhood, If you do right. No, young Master, Although your name be Practice there in Term time, I do remember it. But you'll not hear What I was bound to say; but Like a wild Young haggard Justice, fly at breach of the Peace, Before you know, whither the amorous Knight Dares break the peace of conscience in a Duel. I shall persuade no other, (And take your learned counsel to advice you) I'll run along with him. You say you'll meet him, On even terms. I do not see indeed How that can be, betwixt Ironside and you, Now I consider it. He is my brother. I do confess (we have called so twenty year:) But you are, Sir, a Knight in Court, allied there, And so befriended, you may easily answer The worst success: He a known, noted, bold Boy of the Sword, hath all men's eyes upon him; And there's no London -Jury, but are led In evidence, as far by common fame, As they are by present deposition. Then you have many brothers, and near kinsmen. If he kill you, it will be a lasting Quarrel T'wixt them, and him. Whereas Rud: Ironside, Although he have God his head into a Beaver, With a huge feather, is but a Corriers son, And has not two old Cordov'an skins, to leave In Leather Caps to mourn him in, if he die. Again, you are generally beloved, he hated So much, that all the hearts, and votes of men Go with you, in the wishing all prosperity Unto your purpose; he's a fat, corpulent, Unwieldy fellow: you, a dieted Spark, Fit for the Combat. He has killed so many; As it is ten to one his turn is next; You never fought with any; less, slew any: And therefore have the Hope's before you. I hope these things thus specified unto you, Are fair advantages: you cannot encounter Him upon equal terms. Beside, Sir Silkworm, He hath done you wrong in a most high degree: And sense of such and Injury received, Should so exacuate, and whet your choler, As you should count your self and host of men, Compared to him. And therefore you, brave Sir, Have no more reason to provoke, or challenge Him, then the huge great Porter has to try His strength upon and Infant. All Counsel's as it's taken. If you stand On point of honour, not to-have any odds, I have rather then dissuaded you, then otherwise: If upon terms of humour and revenge, I have encouraged you. So that I think, I have done the partly of a friend on either side: In furnishing your fear with matter first, If you have any: Or, if you dare fight, To heighten, and confirm your resolution. Sir, if you never fought before, be wary, Trust not your self too much. Do not suffer, though, The flatuous, windy choler of your heart, To move the clapper of your understanding, Which is the guiding faculty, your reason: You know not, if you'll fight, or no, being brought upon the place. Well, yet take heed. These fights imaginary, Are less then skirmishes; the fight of shadows: For shadows have their figure, motion And their umbratile Actium from the real Posture, and motion of the bodies act Whereas (imaginarily) many times, Those men may fight, dare scarce eye one another, And much less meet. But if there be no help, Faith I would wish you, send him a fair Challenge. But word it In the most generous terms. He'l make it a petition for his peace. Oh Sir Diaphanous, have you done? The Gentleman has reason! Where was first The birth of your acquaintance? or the Cradle Of your strict friend shipmade? In France! that Garden of humanity, The very seed-plot of all courtesies: I wonder that your friendship sucked that aliment, The milk of France; and see this Sour effect It does produce, against all the sweets of travel: There, every Gentleman professing arms, Thinks he is bound in honour to embrace The bearing of a Challenge for another, Without or questioning the cause, or asking Least colour of a reason. There's no Cowardice, No Poultrounerie, Like urging why? wherefore? But carry a Challenge, die, and do the thing. Truth Mr. Bias, I'd not have you think I speak to flatter you: but you are one OF the deepest Politics I ever met, And the most subtly rational. I admire you. But do not you conceive in such a case, That you are accessary to his death, From whom you carry a Challenge with such purpose. A new Moral Philosophy too! you'll carry't then. OF I'll secure you, You shall deliver it in my lodging; safely, And do your friend a service worthy thanks. I should be glad to hear of any valours, Differing in kind; who have known hitherto, Only one virtue, they call Fortitude, Worthy the name of valour. Oh let's hear this! I long to hear a man dispute in his shirt Of valour, and his sword drawn in his hand. His valour will keep cold, you are deceived; And relish much the sweter in our ears: It may be too, in the ordinance of nature. Their valours are not yet so combatant, Or truly antagonistick, as to fight; But may admit to hear of some divisions, Of Fortitude, may put them off their Quarrel. Yes, he has read the Town, Towne-top is his Author! Your first? Which is in Children, Fools, or your street Gallants OF the first head. Commend him, he will spin it out in's shirt, Fine, as that thread. Or the insufficiency of Adversaries, And this is in your common fighting Brother's. Your old Perdu's, who (after a time) do think, The one, that they are shot free; the other, sword free. Your third? Noble men's Porters, And self conceited Poets. A history of distempers, as they are practised, His Harangue undertaketh, and no more. Your next? In case of some necessitous misery, or Incumbent mischief. Bankrupt Merchant's, undiscovered Traitors. One that hath lost his ears, by a just sentence OF the Starchamber, a right valiant Knave— And is a Histrionical Contempt, Of what a man fears most; it being a mischief In his own apprehension unavoidable. This is a valour, I should desire much to see encouraged: As being a special entertainment For our rogue People; and make oft good sport Unto them, from the Gallows to the ground. That might be avoided. Who having lives to loose, Like private men, have yet a world of honour, And public reputation to defend—. And (no doubt) May in our Aldermen meet it, and their Deputies, The Soldiers of the City, valiant blades, Who (rather then their houses should be ransacked) Would fight it out, Like so many wild beasts; Not for the fury they are commonly armed with: But the close manner of their sighed, and custom, Of joining head to head, and foot to foot. Nay, he does more, he chatters. You may mistake though. Can you justify On any cause, this seeking to deface, The divine Image in a man? What ails the frantic Nurse? How? How now Nurse, where's my Lady? Knows she of this accident? Your thought Sir is a brave thought, and a safe one, The child now to be born is not more free, From the aspersion of all spot, then she? She have her hand in plot, gainst Mr. Practice. If there were nothing else, whom she so loves? Cries up, and value's? knows to be a man Marked out, for a chief Justice in his cradle? Or a Lord Paramount; the head of the Hall? The Top or the Topgallant of our Law? Assure your self, she could not so deprave, The rectitude of her Judgement, to wish you Unto a wife, might prove your Infamy, Whom she esteemed that partly of the Commonwealth, And had up for honour to her blood. You foresaw somewhat then? You read Almanacs, And study them to some purpose, I believe? And do observe the sign in making Love? And choose your Mistress By the good days, and leave her by the bade? A little more Would fetch all his Astronomy from Allestree. You needs counsel? The only famous counsel, of the kingdom, And in all Courts? That is a Jeer in faith, Worthy your name, and your profession too, Sharp Mr. Practice. If you meant so. Affairs are now perplexed, And full of trouble, give them breath, and settling, I'll do my best. But in mean time do you Prepare the Parson. (I am glad to know This; for my self liked the young Maid before, And loved her too.) have you a Licence? Do, do, and mind The Parsons pint engage him—the business; A knitting Cup there must be. Can you endure that flout, close Mr. Bias, And have been so bred in the Politics? The injury is done you, and by him only; He lent you impressed money, and upbraids it: Furnished you for the wooing, and now waves you. But do it home then, And all the Lords of the Court too. To draw in young Statesmen, And heirs of policy into the noose Of and infamous matrimony. Learnedly urged, my cunning Mr. Bias. Mark you that Done Bias? And you shall still remain in bonds to him, For wooing furniture, and impressed charges. Good! 'slid take it: I do witness it: He cannot hurl away his money better. But well: And I will witness it, and to the valve; Four hundred is the price, if I mistake not, Of your true friend in Court. Take hands, you have bought him, And bought him cheap. And you his slave, Sir Moath. Sealed, and delivered. have you not studied the Court Compliment? Here are a pair of Humours, reconciled now, That money held at distance: or their thoughts, Baser then money. What is here to do? The Gossips out! What frantic fit is this? I'll step aside And Harken to it. Her Daughter. A horrid secret, this! worth the discovery; This was a business, worth the listening after. First, I'll know the father, Ere I approach these hazards. She may the safelier do't, By virtue of her place. But pretty Pleasance, I have a news for you, I think will please you. Stay, you must Deserve it ere you know it. Where's my Lady? She hears of none of this yet? well, do you Command the Coach; and fit your self to travel? A little way with me. Where I'll entreat you not to your lose, believe it. If you dare trust your self. The news will well requite the pains, I assure you. And in this tumult you will not be missed. Command the Coach, it is and instant business, Will not be done without you. Parson Palate Most opportunely met, step to my Chamber: I'll come to you presently. There is a friend, Or two, will entertain you, Mr. Practice. have you the Licence? Let's see it: Your name's not in't. have you the Parson? I would not have him seen here for a world, To breed suspicion. Do you intercept him, And prevent that. But take your Licence with you, And fill the blank: or leave it here with me, I'll do it for you, stay you with us at his Church, Behind the old Exchange, wee'll come i'th Coach, And meet you there within this Quarter at least. When died he? Conceal it Mr. Practice, And mind the main affair, you are in hand with. It's well fair Pleasance, Though now we shall not use it, bid the Coachman Drive to the Parish Church, and stay about there, Till Mr. Practice come to him, and employ him: I have a Licence now, which must have entry Before my Lawyers. Noble Parson Palate, Thou shalt be a mark advanced: here's a piece, And do a feat for me. But run the words of Matrimony, over My head, and Mrs. Pleasances in my Chamber: There's Captain Ironside to be a witness: And here's a Licence to secure thee. Parson! What do you stick at? Come on, engage yourself: Who shall be able To say you married us, but i'the morning, The most canonical minute o'the day, If you affirm it? That's a spiced excuse, And shows you have set the Common Law, before Any profession else, of love, or friendship. Come Mrs. Pleasance, we cannot prevail With the rigid Parson here; but Sir, I'll keep you Locked in my lodging, 'till't be done elsewhere, And under fear of Ironside. No, no, it matters not. I and a Poesy: Annulus hic nobis, quod scit uter que dabit. Why, well said Parson. Now to you my news, That comprehend my reasons, Mrs. Pleasance. Thou malicious Knight, Envious Sir Moath, that eats on that which feeds thee, And frets her goodness, that sustains thy being; What company of Mankind would own thy brotherhood, But as thou hast a title to her blood, Whom thy ill nature hath chosen out t'insult on, And vex thus, for and Accident in her house, As if it were her crime! Good innocent Lady, Thou shewest thy self a true corroding Vermin, Such as thou art. I have sent you? I know not what I shall do. Come in friends: Madam, I pray you be pleased to trust your self Unto our company. Who is returned here to you, Your vowed friend, and servant; comes to sup with you, So we do all; and will prove he hath deserved, That special respect, and favour from you, As not your Fortune's, with your self to boot, Cast on a Featherbed, and spread o'th' sheets Under a brace of your best Persian Carpets, Were scarce a price to thank his happy merit. Yes, and you shall hear it; Who will endure it worse. What deserves he In your opinion, Madam, or weighed Judgement, That, things thus hanging (as they do in doubt) Suspended, and suspected, all involved, And wrapped in error, can resolve the knot? Redintigrate the fame, first of your house? Restore your Ladyships quiet? render then Your Niece a Virgin, and unvitiated? And make all plain, and perfect (as it was) A practice to betray you, and your name? Here he stands, Whose fortune hath done this, and you must thank him: To what you call his swaggering, we owe all this. And that it may have credit with you Madam, Here is your Niece, whom I have married, witness These Gentlemen, the Knight, Captain, and Parson, And this grave Politic Telltruth of the Court. Polishes Daugh Her Mother Good wy' Polish hath confessed it To Granam Keep, the Nurse, how they did change The children in their Cradles. To get the portion, or some partly of it, Which you must now disburse entire to me, Sir, If I but gain her Ladyships consent. As true it is, Lady, Lady, i'th' song. The portion's mine, with interest Sir Mouth; I will not abate you a single Harrington, Of interest upon interest. In mean time, I do commit you to the Guard of Ironside. My brother here, Captain Rudhudibras: From whom I will expect you, or your Ransom. For the possibility, I leave to trial. Truth shall speak it self. Oh Mr. Practice, did you meet the Coach? Why, I sent it for you. The business is dispatched here, ere you come; Come in, I'll tell you how: you are a man Will look for satisfaction, and must have it. What? I can make you amends, my learned counsel, And satisfy a greater Injury To chafed Mr. Practice. Who would think That you could be thus testy? And the prime honours of the Commonwealth. What should you do With such a toy as a wife, that might distract you, Or hinder you in your Course? I will make over to you my Possession, Of that same place is fallen (you know) to satisfy Surveyor of the Projects general. And make your profits of. You first told me 'twas a Possession. But I must have a general Release from you. It's a match Before my brother Ironside. We two are reconciled then. And will save charges Of Coaches, Vellute Gowns, and cutwork Smocks. True, I must talk with you nearer, Mr. Practice, About recovery of my wives portion, What way I were best to take. What's that, for plainness? Yes. Wee'll talk of it within, and hear my Lady. Where is my wife? what have you done with my wife, Gossip of the Counsels? Well, do so still. I will not call you Mother though, but Polish. Good Gossip Polish, where have you hid my wife? Or she's run away. I know no cause, but that you are goo'dy Polish, That's good at malice; good at mischief; all That can perplex, or trouble a business, thoroughly. Was ever any Gentlewoman used So barbarously by a malicious Gossip, Pretending to be Mother to her too? Out, Hag. Thou that hast put all nature off, and woman: For sordid gain, betrayed the trust committed Unto thee by the dead, as from the living: Changed the poor innocent Infants in their Cradles: Defrauded them of their parents, changed their names, Calling Placentia, Pleasance; Pleasance, Placentia. Abused the neighbour-hond, But most this Lady. Didst enforce and oath, To this poor woman, on a pious book, To keep close thy impiety. But now to your true daughter, That had the Child, and is the proper Pleasance, We must have and account of that too, Gossip; How came be there? Is it deep? I'll find another. Varlet, do your office. With the Captains, I ask no better. But yours will not be taken, Worshipful Doctor; you are good security For a suit of clothes, to the Taylor, that dares trust you: But not for such a sum, as is this Actium. Varlet, You know my mind. Spit out thy gall, And heart, thou Viper: I will now no mercy, No pity of thee, thy false Niece, and Needle; Bring forth your Child, or I appeal you of murder, You, and this Gossip here, and Mother Chair. And I will take the boldness, Sir, to do it: Beginning with Sir Moath here, and his Doctor. I have the right thread now, and I will keep it. You good'y Keep, confess the truth to my Lady, The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth. Gossip you are paid: though he be a fit nature, Worthy to have a Whore justly put on him; He is not bade enough to take your Daughter, On such a cheat. Will you yet pay the portion? No penny the Law gives. What? your friend in Court? I will not rob you of him, nor the purchase, Nor your deer Doctor here, stand altogether. Birds of a nature all, and of a feather. When the portion Is tendered, and received. But who shall carry it now?