Chapter XI: Part 11

_Bel._ Take heed fool, it concerns thee nearly.
If thou wilt have me young and bright,
Pleasing to thine eye and sight,
Courtly, and admir'd of all,
Take heed lest thy fame do fall,
I shall then be full of scorn,
Wanton, proud, beware the horn,
Hating what I lov'd before,
Flattery apt to fall before,
All consuming, nothing getting,
Thus thy fair name comes to setting.
But if old, and free from these
Thou shalt chuse me, I shall please:
I shall then maintain thee still,
With my virtue and my skill
Still increase and build thy name,
Chuse now _Silvio_ here I am.

_Sil._ I know not what to say, which way to turn me,
Into thy Soveraign will I put my answer.

_Bel._ I thank ye Sir, and my Will thus rewards ye,
Take your old Love, your best, your dearest _Silvio_:
No more Spells now, nor further shapes to alter me,
I am thy _Belvidere_ indeed. Dear Mother,
There is no altering this; heavens hand is with it:
And now you ought to give me, he has fairly won me.

_Sil._ But why that Hag?

_Bel._ In that shape most secure still,
I followed all your fortunes, serv'd, and counsell'd ye,
I met ye at the Farmers first, a Countrey wench,
Where fearing to be known, I took that habit,
And to make ye laughing sport at this mad marriage,
By secret aid of my friend _Rhodope_
We got this Maske.

_Sil._ And I am sure I have ye.

_Bel._ For ever now, for ever.

_Dutch._ You see it must be,
The wheel of destiny hath turn'd it round so.

_Sy._ It must, it is, and curs'd be he that breaks it.

_Dutch._ I'll put a choice to you, Sir: ye are my prisoner.

_Sy._ I am so, and I must be so, till it please you--

_Dutch._ Chuse one of these, either to pay a Ransom,
At what [rate] I shall set it, which shall be high enough,
And so return a Free-man, and a Batchelor,
Or give me leave to give you a fit wife,
In honor every way [your] Graces equal,
And so your Ransom's paid.

_Sy._ You say most nobly,
_Silvio_'s example's mine, pray chuse you for me.

_Dutch._ I thank ye Sir, I have got the mastry too,
And here I give your Grace a Husbands freedom:
Give me your hand, my Husband.

_Sy._ You much honor me,
And I shall ever serve ye for this favour.

_Bart._ Come _Lop[e]z_, let us give our wives the breeches too,
For they will have 'em.

_Lop._ Whilst they rule with virtue
I'll give 'em, skin and all.

_Isa._ We'll scra[t]ch it off else.

_Sil._ I am glad ye live, more glad ye live to honor,
And from this hour a stronger love dwell with us;
Pray you take your man again.

_Cla._ He knows my house, Sir.

_Dutch._ 'Tis sin to keep you longer from your loves,
We'll lead the way; and you young men that know not
How to preserve a wife, and keep her fair,
Give 'em their soveraign Wills, and pleas'd they are.

_Here endeth_ Women pleas'd.

THE

NIGHT-WALKER,

OR THE

LITTLE THIEF.

A Comedy.

The Actors Names.

_Tom Lurcher._
_Jack Wildbrain._
_Gentlemen._
_Justice Algripe._
_Frank Hartlove._
_Toby._
_Servants._
_Sexton._
_Bell-Ringers._
_Boy._
_A Lady, Mother to_ Maria.
_Maria._
_Nurse._
_Mistriss_ Newlove.
_Women._
_Mistriss._

_Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._

_Enter_ Tom Lurcher, _and_ Jack Wild-brain.

_Lur. Jack._

_Wild._ What wind brought thee hither?
In what [old] hollow tree, or rotten wall
Hast thou been like a Swallow all this winter,
Where hast thou been man?

_Lur._ Following the Plow.

_Wild._ What Plow? Thou hast no Land,
Stealing is thy own purchase.

_Lur._ The best inheritance.

_Wild._ Not in my opinion,
Thou hadst five hundred pound a year.

_Lur._ 'Tis gone,
Prethee no more on't, have I not told thee,
And oftentimes, nature made all men equal,
Her distribution to each child alike;
Till labour came and thrust a new Will in,
Which I allow not: till men won a priviledge
By that they call endeavour, which indeed
Is nothing but a lawful Cosenage,
An allowed way to cheat, why should my neigh[bou]r
That hath no more soul than his Horse-keeper,
Nor bounteous faculties above a Broom-man,
Have forty thousand pounds, and I four groats;
Why should he keep it?

_Wi[l]._ Thy old opinion still.

_Lur._ Why should that Scrivener,
That ne'er writ reason in his life, nor anything
That time e'ver gloried in, that never knew
How to keep any courtesie conceal'd,
But _Noverint Universi_ must proclaim it,
Purchase perpetually, and I a rascal:
Consider this, why should that mouldy Cobler
Marry his Daughter to a wealthy Merchant,
And give five thousand pounds, is this good justice?
Because he has a tougher constitution;
Can feed upon old Songs, and save his money,
Therefore must I go beg?

_Wild._ What's this to thee?
Thou canst not mend [it], if thou beest determin'd
To rob all like a Tyrant, yet take heed
A keener justice do not overtake thee,
And catch you in a Nooze.

_Lur._ I am no Wood-cock,
He that shall sit down frighted with that foolery
Is not worth pity, let me alone to shuffle,
Thou art for wenching.

_Wild._ For beauty I, a safe course,
No halter hangs in [my] way, I defie it.

_Lur._ But a worse fate, a wilful poverty,
For where thou gain'st by one that indeed loves thee,
A thousand will draw from thee, 'tis thy destiny;
One is a kind of weeping cross _Jack_,
A gentle Purgatory, do not fling at all,
You'll pay the Box so often, till you perish.

_Wild._ Take you no care for that sir, 'tis my pleasure,
I will imploy my wits a great deal faster
Than you shall do your fingers, and my loves,
If I mistake not, shall prove riper harvest
And handsomer, and come within less danger.
Where's thy young Sister?

_Lur._ I know not where she is, she is not worth caring for,
She has no wit.
Oh you'd be nibling with her,
She's far enough I hope, I know not where,
She's not worth caring for, a sullen thing,
She wou'd not take my counsel _Jack_,
And so I parted from her.

_Wild._ Leave her to her wants?

_Lur._ I gave her a little money, what I could spare,
She had a mind to th'Countrey, she is turn'd,
By this, some Farriers dairy maid, I may meet her
Riding from Market one day, 'twixt her Dorsers,
If I do, by this hand I wo'not spare
Her butter pence.

_Wild._ Thou wilt not rob thy Sister.

_Lur._ She shall account me for her Egs and Cheeses.

_Wild._ A pretty Girl, did not old _Algripe_ love her?
A very pretty Girl she was.

_Lur._ Some such thing,
But he was too wise to fasten; let her pass.

_Wild._ Then where's thy Mistriss?

_Lur._ Where you sha'not find her,
Nor know what stuff she is made on; no indeed Sir,
I choose her not for your use.

_Wild._ Sure she is handsome.

_Lur._ Yes indeed is she, she is very handsome, but that's all one.

_Wild._ You'll come to th' Marriage?

_Lur._ Is it to day.

_Wild._ Now, now, they are come from Church now.

_Lur._ Any great preparation,
Does Justice _Algripe_ shew his power?

_Wild._ Very glorious, and glorious people there.

_Lur._ I may meet with him yet e're I dye as cunning as he is.

_Wild._ You may do good _Tom_, at the [m]arriage,
We have plate and dainty things.

_Lur._ Do you no harm Sir;
For yet methinks the Marriage should be mar'd
If thou maist have thy will, farewell, say nothing. [_Exit._

_Enter Gentlemen._

_Wild._ You are welcome noble friends.

_1._ I thank you Sir,
Nephew to the old Lady, his name is _Wildbrain_,
And wild his best condition.

_2._ I have heard of him,
I pray ye tell me Sir, is young _Maria_ merry
After her Marriage rites? does she look lively?
How does she like her man?

_Wild._ Very scurvily,
And as untowardly she prepares her self,
But 'tis mine Aunts will, that this dull mettal
Must be mixt with her to allay her handsomeness.

_1._ Had _Heartlove_ no fast friends?

_Wild._ His means are little,
And where those littles are, as little comforts
Ever keep company: I know she loves him,
His memory beyond the hopes of ----
Beyond the _Indies_ in his mouldy Cabinets,
But 'tis her unhandsome fate.

_Enter_ Heartlove.

_1._ I am sorry for't,
Here comes poor _Frank_, nay we are friends, start not Sir,
We see you'r willow and are sorry for't,
And though it be a wedding we are half mourners.

_Fr._ Good Gentlemen remember not my fortunes,
They are not to be help'd by words.

_Wild._ Look up man,
A proper sensible fellow and shrink for a wench?
Are there no more? or is she all the handsomness?

_Fr._ Prethee leave fooling.

_Wild._ Prethee leave thou whining,
Have maids forgot to love?

_Fr._ You are injurious.

_Wild._ Let 'em alone a while, they'll follow thee.

_1._ Come good _Frank_.
Forget now, since there is no remedy,
And shew a merry face, as wise men would do.

_2._ Be a free guest, and think not of those passages.

_Wild._ Think how to nick him home, thou knowst she dotes on thee
Graff me a dainty medler on his crabstocke;
Pay me the dreaming puppy.

_Fr._ Well, make your mirth, the whilst I bear my misery:
Honest minds would have better thoughts.

_Wild._ I am her Kinsman,
A[n]d love her well, am tender of her youth,
Yet honest _Frank_, before I would have that stinkard,
That walking rotten tombe, enjoy her maidenhead.

_Fr._ Prethee leave mocking.

_Wild._ Prethee _Frank_ believe me,
Go to consider, hark, they knock to dinner. [_Knock within._
Come wo't thou go?

_2._ I prethee _Frank_ go with us,
And laugh and dance as we do.

_Fr._ You are light Gentlemen,
Nothing to weigh your hearts, pray give me leave,
I'll come and see, and take my leave.

_Wild._ We'll look for you,
Do not despair, I have a trick yet. [_Exit._

_Fr._ [Yes,]
When I am mischievous I will believe your projects:
She is gone, for ever gone, I cannot help it,
My hopes and all my happiness gone with her.
Gone like a pleasing dream: what mirth and j[o]llity
Raigns round about this house! how every office
Sweats with new joyes, can she be merry too?
Is all this pleasure set by her appointment?
Sure she hath a false heart then; still they grow lowder,
The old mans God, his gold, has won upon her,
(Light hearted Cordial Gold) and all my services
That offered naked truth, are clean forgotten:
Yet if she were compell'd, but it cannot be,
If I could but imagine her will mine,
Although he had her body.

_Enter Lady and_ Wildbrain.

_La._ He shall come in.
Walk without doors o'this day, though an enemy,
It must not be.

_Wild._ You must compel him Madam.

_La._ No she shall fetch him in, Nephew it shall be so.

_Wild._ It will be fittest. [_Exit._

_Fr._ Can fair _Maria_ look again upon me?
Can there be so much impudence in sweetness?

_Enter_ Maria.

Or has she got a strong heart to defie me?
She comes her self: how rich she is in Jewels!
Methinks they show like frozen Isicles,
Cold winter had hung on her, how the Roses
That kept continual spring within her cheeks
Are withered with [the] old mans dull embraces!
She would speak to me. I can sigh too Lady
But from a sounder heart: yes, and can weep too
But 'tis for you, that ever I believ'd you,
Tears of more pious value than your marriage;
You would encase your self, and I must credit you,
So much my old obedience compels from me;
Go, and forget me, and my poverty,
I need not bid you, you are too perfect that way:
But still remember that I lov'd _Maria_,
Lov'd with a loyal love, nay turn not from me,
I will not ask a tear more, you are bountiful,
Go and rejoyce, and I will wait upon you
That little of my life left.

_Mar._ Good Sir hear me,
What has been done, was the act of my obedience
And not my will: forc'd from me by my parents,
Now 'tis done, do as I do, bear it handsomly
And if there can be more society
Without dishonor to my tye of marriage
Or place for noble love, I shall love you still,
You had the first, the last, had my will prosper'd;
You talk of little time of life: dear _Frank_,
Certain I am not married for eternity,
The joy my marriage brings tells me I am mortal.
And shorter liv'd than you, else I were miserable;
Nor can the gold and ease his age hath brought me
Add what I coveted, content; go with me,
They seek a day of joy, prethee let's show it,
Though it be forc'd, and by this kiss believe me
However, I must live at his command now,
I'll dye at yours.

_Fr._ I have enough, I'll honor ye. [_Exeunt._

_Enter Lurcher._

_Lur._ Here are my trinkets, and this lusty marriage
I mean to visit, I have shifts of all sorts,
And here are a thousand wheels to set 'em working,
I am very merry, for I know this wedding
Will yield me lusty pillage: if mad _Wildgoose_
That debosh'd rogue keep but his antient revels,
And breed a hubbub in the house I am happy.

_Enter Boy._

Now what are you?

_Boy._ A poor distressed Boy, Sir,
Friendless and comfortless, that would intreat
Some charity and kindness from your worship,
I would fain serve, Sir, and as fain endeavour
With duteous labour to deserve the love
Of that good Gentleman should entertain me.

_Lur._ A pretty Boy, but of too mild a breeding,
Too tender, and too bashful a behaviour,
What canst thou do?

_Boy._ I can learn any thing,
That's good and honest, and shall please [Master.]

_Lur._ He blushes as he speaks, and that I like not,
I love a bold and secure confidence,
An impudence that one may trust, this boy now:
Had I instructed him, had been a Jewel,
A treasure for my use, thou canst not lye?

_Boy._ I would not willingly.

_Lur._ Nor thou hast not wit
To dissemble neatly?

_Boy._ Do you love such boys, Sir?

_Lur._ Oh mainly, mainly, I would have my Boy impudent,
Out-face all truth, yet do it piously:
Like _Proteus_, cast himself into all forms,
As suddain and as nimble as his thoughts,
Blanch at no danger, though it be the Gallows,
Nor make no conscience of a cosenage,
Though it be i' th' Church. Your soft, demure, still children--
Are good for nothing, but to get long Graces----
And sing Songs to dull tunes; I would keep thee
And cherish thee, hadst thou any active quality,
And be a tender Master to thy knavery,
But thou art not for my use.

_Bo[y]._ Do you speak this seriously?

_Lur._ Yes indeed do I.

_Boy._ Would you have your boy Sir
Read in these moral mischiefs?

_Lur._ Now thou mov'st me.

_Boy._ And be a well-train'd youth in all activities?

_Lur._ By any means.

_Boy._ Or do you this to try me,
Fearing a prone[nesse].

_Lur._ I speak this to make thee.

_Boy._ Then take me Sir, and cherish me, and love me,
You have me what you would: believe me, Sir
I can do any thing for your advantage,
I guess at what you mean; I can lie naturally,
As easily, as I can sleep Sir, and securely:
As naturally I can steal too.

_Lur._ That I am glad on,
Right heartily glad on, hold thee there, thou art excellent.

_Boy._ Steal any thing from any body living.

_Lur._ Not from thy Master.

_Boy._ That's mine own body:
And must not be.

_Lur._ The boy mends mightily.

_Boy._ A rich man, that like snow heaps up his moneys,
I have a kind of pious zeal to meet still;
A fool that not deserves 'em, I take pitty on,
For fear he should run mad, and so I ease him.

_Lur._ Excellent boy, and able to instruct me,
Of mine own nature just.

_Boy._ I scorn all hazard,
And on the edge of danger I do best, Sir,
I have a thousand faces to deceive,
And to those, twice so many tongues to flatter,
An impudence, no brass was ever tougher,
And for my conscience.

_Lur._ Peace, I have found a Jewel,
A Jewel all the _Indies_ cannot match,
And thou sha't feel--

_Boy._ This title, and I ha' done, Sir;
I never can confess, I ha' that spell on me;
And such rare modesties before a Magistrate,
Such innocence to catch a Judge, such ignorance.

_Lur._ I'll learn of thee, thou art mine own, come boy,
I'll give thee action presently.

_Boy._ Have at you.

_Lur._ What must I call thee?

_Boy. Snap_, Sir.

_Lur._ 'Tis most natural,
A name born to thee, sure thou art a Fairy,
Shew but thy skill, and I shall make thee happy.

_Enter Lady, Nurse, Mistriss_, Newlove, Tobie.

_La._ Where be these knaves? who strues up all the liveries.
Is the Bride's bed made?

_Tob._ Yes Madam and a Bell
Hung under it artificially.

_La._ Out knave, out,
Must we have 'larms now?

_Tob._ A little warning
That we may know [when] to begin our healths Madam;
The Justice is a kind of old Jade, Madam,
That will go merriest with a Bell.

_La._ All the house drunk.

_Tob._ This is a [day] of Jubile.

_La._ Are the best hangings up? and the Plate set out?
Who makes the Posset, Nurse?

_Nur._ The dayrie mayd,
And she'll put that in, will make him caper:
Well Madam, well, you might ha'chose another,
A handsomer for your years.

_La._ Peace, he is rich Nurse,
He is rich, and that's beauty.

_Nur._ I am sure he is rotten,
Would he had been hang'd when he first saw her. _Termagant!_

_La._ What an angry Quean is this, where,
Who looks to him?

_Tob._ He is very merry Madam,
_M. Wildbrain_, has him in hand, ith'bottom o'th'Sellar
He sighs and tipples.

_Nur._ Alass good Gentleman,
My heart's sore for thee.

_La._ Sorrow must have his course, sirra,
Give him some Sack to dry up his remembrance,
How does the Bridegroom, I was afraid of him.

_Nur._ He is a trim youth to be tender of, hemp take him.
Must my sweet new blown Rose find such a winter
Before her spring be near.

_La._ Peace, peace, thou art foolish.

_Nur._ And dances like a Town-top: and reels, and hobbles.

_La._ Alass, good Gentleman, give him not much wine.

_Tob._ He shall ha'none by my consent.

_La._ Are the women comforting my daughter?

_New._ Yes, yes, Madam,
And reading to her a pattern of true patience,
They read and pray for her too.

_Nur._ They had need,
Ye had better marry her to her grave a great deal:
There will be peace and rest, alass poor Gentlewoman,
Must she become a Nurse now in her tenderness?
Well Madam, well my heart bleeds.

_La._ Thou art a fool still.

_Nur._ Pray heaven I be.

_La._ And an old fool to be vext thus.
'Tis late she must to bed, go knave be merry,
Drink for a boy, away to all your charges. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Wildbrain, _and_ Franck Heartlove.

_Wild._ Do as thou wo't, but if thou dost refuse it
Thou art the stupid'st ass, there's no long arguing,
Time is too precious _Frank_.

_Fr._ I am hot with wine.
And apt now to believe, but if thou dost this
Out of a villany, to make me wrong her,
As thou art prone enough.

_Wild._ Does she not love thee?
Did she not cry down-right e'n now to part with thee?
Had she not swounded if I had not caught her?
Canst thou have more?

_Fr._ I must confess all this.

_Wild._ Do not stand prating, and misdoubting, casting,
If she go from thee now, she's lost for ever;
Now, now she's going, she that loves thee going,
She whom thou lov'st.

_Fr._ Pray let me think a little.

_Wild._ There is no leisure; think when thou hast imbrac'd her
Can she imagine thou di[d]st ever honor her?
Ever believe thy oaths, that tamely suffer'st
An old dry ham of horse-flesh to enjoy her?
Enjoy her maiden-head; take but that from her
That we may tell posterity a man had it,
A handsome man, a Gentleman, a young man,
To save the honor of our house, the credit,
'Tis no great matter I desire.

_Fr._ I hear you.

_Wild._ Free us both from the fear of breeding fools
And ophs, got by this shadow: we talk too long.

_Fr._ She is going [now] to bed, among the women,
What opportunity can I have to meet her?

_Wild._ Let me alone, hast thou a will? speak soundly,
Speak discreetly, speak home and handsomly,
Is't not pitty, nay misery, nay infamy to leave
So rare a pie to be cut up by a raskal.

_Fr._ I will go presently, now, now, I stay thee.

_Wild._ Such a dainty Doe, to be taken
By one that knows not neck-beef from a Phesant,
Nor cannot rellish Braggat from Ambrosia.
Is it not conscience?

_Fr._ Yes, yes, now I feel it.

_Wild._ A meritorious thing.

_Fr._ Good Father _Wildgoose_,
I do confess it.

_Wild._ Come then follow me.
And pluck a mans heart up, I'll lock thee privately,
Where she alone shall presently pass by,
None near to interupt thee but be sure.

_Fr._ I shall be sure enough, lead on, and crown me.

_Wild._ No wringings in your mind now as you love me. [_Ex._

_Enter Lady_, Maria, _Justice, Gent. Nurse, Newlove_.

_La._ 'Tis time you were a bed.

_Ju._ I prethee sweet-heart
Consider my necessity, why art sad?
I must tell you a tale in your ear anon.

_Nur._ Of _Tom Thumb_.
I believe that will prove your stiffest story.

_New._ I pitty the young wench.

_1._ And so do I too.

_2._ Come, old sticks take fire.

_1._ But the plague is, he'll burn out instantly;
Give him another cup.

_2._ Those are but flashes,
A tun of sack wonot set him high enough.
Will ye to bed?

_M._ I must.

_1._ Come, have a good heart,
And win him like a bowle to lye close to you,
Make your best use.

_Ju._ Nay prethee Duck go instantly,
I'll dance a Jig or two to warm my body.

_Enter_ Wildbrain.

_Wild._ 'Tis almost midnight.

_La._ Prethee to bed _Maria_.

_Wild._ Go you afore, and let the Ladies follow,
And leave her to her thoughts a while, there must be
A time of taking leave of these same fooleries
Bewailling others maiden-heads.

_La._ Come then,
We'll wait in the next room.

_Ju._ Do not tarry.
For if thou dost, by my troth I shall fall asleep _Mall_. [_Ex._

_Wi[l]._ Do, do, and dream of Doterels, get you to bed quickly,
And let us ha'no more stir, come now, no crying,
'Tis too late now, carry your sel[fe] discreetly.
The old thief loves thee dearly, that's the benefit.
For the rest you must make your own play, Nay not that way,
They'll pull ye all to pieces, for your whim-whams,
Your garters and your gloves, go modestly,
And privately steal to bed, 'tis very late _Mall_,
For if you go by them such a new larum.

_Ma._ I know not which way to avoid'em.

_Wi._ This way,
This through the Cloysters: and so steal to bed,
When you are there once, all will separate
And give ye rest, I came out of my pitty
To shew you this.

_Ma._ I thank you.

_Wi._ Here's the keyes,
Go presently and lock the doors fast after ye,
That none shall follow.

_Ma._ Good night.

_Wi._ Good night sweet Cosen.
A good, and sweet night, or I'll curse thee _Frank_. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Frank Hartlove

_Fra._ She stays long, sure young _Wildgoose_ has abus'd me,
He has made sport wi'me, I may yet get out again,
And I may see his face once more, I ha'foul intentions,
But they are drawn on by a fouler dealing

_Enter_ Maria.

Hark, hark, it was the door,
Something comes this way, wondrous still and stealing
May be some walking spirit to affright me.

_Ma._ Oh heaven my fortune.

_Fr._ 'Tis her voice, stay.

_Ma._ Save me,
Bless me you better powers.

_Fr._ I am no devil.

_Ma._ Y'are little better to disturb me now.

_Fr._ My name is _Hartlove_.

_Ma._ Fye, fye, worthy friend.
Fye noble Sir.

_Fr._ I must talk farther with ye,
You know my fair affection.

_Ma._ So preserve it,
You know I am married now, for shame be civiller,
Not all the earth shall make me.

_Fr._ Pray walk this way,
And if you ever lov'd me.

_Ma._ Take heed _Frank_
How you divert that love to hate, go home prethee.

_Fr._ Shall he enjoy that sweet?

_Mar._ Nay pray unhand me.

_Fr._ He that never felt what love was.

_Ma._ Then I charge you stand farther off.

_Fr._ I am tame, but let me walk wi'ye,
Talk but a minute.

_Mar._ So your talk be honest,
And my untainted honor suffer not,
I'll walk a turn or two.

_Fr._ Give me your hand then. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Wildbrain, Justice, Lady, Nurse, Gent.
Women, Newlove.

_Just._ Shee's not in her Chamber.

_La._ She is not here.

_Wild._ And I'll tell you what I dream'd.

_Ju._ Give me a Torch.

_1. G._ Be not too hasty Sir.

_Wild._ Nay let him go.
For if my dream be true he must be speedy,
He will be trickt, and blaz'd else.

_Nur._ As I am a woman
I cannot blame her if she take her liberty,
Would she would make thee Cuckold, thou old bully,
A notorious cuckold for tormenting her.

_La._ I'll hang her then.

_Nur._ I'll bless her then, she does justice,
Is this old stinking dogs-flesh for her dyet?

_Wild._ Prethee honest Nurse do not fret too much,
For fear I dream you'll hang your self too.

_Just._ The Cloister?

_Wild._ Such was my fancy, I do not say 'tis true,
Nor do I bid you be too confident.

_Ju._ Where are the keyes, the keyes I say.

_Wild._ I dream'd she had 'em to lock her self in.

_Nur._ What a devil do you mean?

_Enter [Ser]vant._

_Wild._ No harm, good Nurse be patient.

_Ser._ They are not in the window, where they use to be.

_Wild._ What foolish dreams are these?

_Ju._ I am mad.

_Wild._ I hope so,
If you be not mad, I'll do my best to m[ake y]e.

_1._ This is some trick.

_2._ I smell the Wildgoose.

_Ju._ Come Gentlemen, come quickly I beseech you,
Quick as you can, this may be your case Gentlemen.
And bring some light[s], some lights. [_Exit._

_Wild._ Move faster, faster, you'll come too late else.
I'll stay behind and pray for ye, I had rather she were dishonest
Than thou shouldst have her.

_Enter_ Maria, _and_ Franke.

_Mar._ Y'are most unmanly, yet I have some breath left;
And this steel to defend me, come [not] near me,
For if you offer but another violence,
As I have life I'll kill you, if I miss that,
Upon my own heart will I execute,
And let that fair belief out, I had of you.

_Fr._ Most vertuous Maid, I have done, forgive my follies:
Pardon, O pardon, I now see my wickedness,
And what a monstrous shape it puts upon me,
On your fair hand I seal.

_Enter_ Ju.

_Ju._ Down with the door.

_Ma._ We are betraid, oh _Frank, Frank_.

_Fr._ I'll dye for ye
Rather than you shall suffer, I'll-- [_Enter all._

_Ju._ Now enter.
Enter sweet Gentlemen, mine eyes, mine eyes,
Oh how my head [a]kes.

_1._ Is it possible?

_2._ Hold her, she sinks.

_Ma._ A plot upon my honor
To poyson my fair name, a studied villany,
Farewell, as I have hope of peace, I am honest.

_Ju._ My brains, my brains, my monstrous brains, they bud sure.

_Nu._ She is gone, she is gone.

_Ju._ A handsome riddance of her.
Would I could as easily lose her memory.

_Nur._ Is this the sweet of Marriage, have I bred thee
For this reward?

_1._ Hold, hold, he's desperate too.

_Ju._ Be sure ye hold him fast, we'll bind him over
To the next Sessions, and if I can, I'll hang him.

_Fr._ Nay then I'll live to be a terror to thee,
Sweet Virgin Rose farewell: heaven has thy beauty,
That's only fit for heaven. I'll live a little
To find the Villain out that wrought this injury,
And then most blessed soul, I'll climb up to thee.
Farewell, I feel my self another creature. [_Exit._

_La._ Oh misery of miseries.

_Nu._ I told ye Madam.

_La._ Carry her in, you will pay back her portion?

_Ju._ No not a penny, pay me back my credit,
And I'll condition wi'ye.

_La._ A sad wedding,
Her grave must be her Bridal bed: oh _Mall_,
Would I had wed thee to thy own content,
Then I had had thee still.

_Ju._ I am mad, farewell,
Another wanton wife will prove a hell. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Secundus._

_Enter_ Tom. Lurch, _and his Boy_.

_Lur._ What hast thou done?

_Boy._ I have walked through all the lodgings.
A silence as if death dwelt there inhabits.

_Lur._ What hast thou seen?

_Boy._ Nought but a sad confusion
Every thing left in such a loose disorder
That were there twenty theeves, they would be laden.

_Lu._ 'Tis very well, I like thy care, but 'tis strange
A wedding night should be so solitary.

_Boy._ Certainly there is some cause, some death or sickness
Is faln suddenly upon some friend,
Or some strange news is come.

_Lu._ Are they all a bed?

_Boy._ I think so, and sound asleep, unless it be
Some women that keep watch in a low parlor,
And drink, and weep, I know not to what end.

_Lur._ Where's all the plate?

_Boy._ Why lockt up in that room.
I saw the old Lady, ere she went to bed
Put up her plate, and some of the rich hangings
In a small long chest, and chains and rings are there too,
It stands close by the Table on a form.

_Lur._ 'Twas a good notice, didst thou see the men.

_Boy._ I saw them sad too, and all take their leaves,
But what they said I was too far to hear Sir.

_Lur._ 'Tis daintily discover'd, we shall certainly
Have a most prosperous night, which way?

_Boy._ A close one,
A back door, that the women have left open,
To go in and out to fetch necessaries,
Close on the Garden side.

_Lur._ I love [thy] diligence,
Wert thou not fearful?

_Boy._ Fearful? I'll be hang'd first.

_Lur._ Say they had spied thee.

_Boy._ I was then determin'd
To have cry'd down right too, and have kept 'em company,
As one that had an interest in their sadness,
Or made an errand to I know not whom Sir.

_Lur._ My dainty Boy, let us discharge, that plate
Makes a perpetual motion in my fingers,
Till I have fast hold of it.

_Boy._ Pray be wise Sir, do't handsomly, be not greedy,
Lets handle it with such an excellence
As if we would bring thieving into honor:
We must disguise, to fright these reverend wat[ch]es.

_Lur._ Still my blest Boy.

_Boy._ And clear the room of drunken jealousies,
The chest is of some weight, and we may make
Such noise [ith] carriage we may be snap'd.

_Lur._ Come open, here's a devils face.

_Boy._ No, no, Sir, wee'l have no shape so terrible,
We will not do the devil so much pleasure,
To have him face our plot.

_Lur._ A winding sheet then.

_Boy._ That's too cold a shift,
I would not wear the reward of my wickedness,
I wonder you are an old thief, and no cunninger,
Where's the long Cloak?

_Lur._ Here, here.

_Boy._ Give me the Turbant
And the false beard, I hear some coming this way,
Stoop, stoop, and let me sit upon your shoulders,
And now as I direct, stay, let them enter,
And when I touch move forward, make no noise.

_Enter Nurse and_ Tobie.

_Nur._ Oh 'tis a sad time, all the burnt wine is [drunke] _Nic._

_Tob._ We may thank your dry chaps for't, the Canarie's gone too
No substance for a sorrowful mind to work upon,
I cannot mourn in beer, if she should walk now
As discontented spirits are wont to do.

_Nur._ And meet us in the Cellar.

_Tob._ What fence have we with single beer against her?
What heart can we defie the Devil with?

_Nur._ The March beer's open.

_Tob._ A fortification of March beer will do well,
I must confess 'tis a most mighty Armor,
For I presume I cannot pray.

_Nur._ Why _Nicolas_?

_Tob._ We Coachmen have such tumbling faiths, no prayrs
Can go an even pace.

_Nur._ Hold up your candle.

_Tob._ Verily Nurse, I have cry'd so much
For my young Mistriss, that is mortified,
That if I have not more sack to support me,
I shall even sleep: heiho, for another flagon;
These Burials, and Christnings are the mournful[st] matters,
And they ask more drink.

_Nur._ Drink to a sad heart's needful.

_To._ Mine's ever sad, for I am ever dry Nurse.

_Nur._ Methinks the light burns blew, I prethee snuff it,
There's a thief in't I think.

_To._ There may be one near it.

_Nur._ What's that that moves there, ith' name of----_Nicholas_?
That thing that walks.

_T[o]._ Would I had a Ladder to behold it,
Mercy upon me, the Ghost of one oth'Guard sure,
'Tis the devil by his clawes, he smels of Brimstone,
Sure he farts fire, what an Earth-quake I have in me;
Out with thy Prayer-book Nurse.

_Nur._ It fell ith' the frying pan, and the Cat's eat it.

_Tob._ I have no power to pray, it grows still longer,
'Tis Steeple high now, and it sayls away Nurse.
Lets call the butler up, for he speaks Latine,
And that will daunt the devil: I am blasted,
My belly's grown to nothing.

_Nu._ Fye, fye, _Tobie_. [_Exit._

_Boy._ So let them go, and whilst they are astonish'd
Let us presently upon the rest now suddenly.

_Lur._ Off, off, and up agen, when we are near the parlor,
Art sure thou knowst the Chest?

_Boy._ Though it were ith'dark Sir,
I can go to't.

_Lur._ On then and be happy. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Tobie.

_Tob._ How my haunches quake, is the thing here still?
Now can I out-do any Button-maker, at his own trade,
I have fifteen fits of an Ague, Nurse, 'tis gone I hope,
The hard-hearted woman has left me alone. Nurse--
And she knows too I ha but a lean conscience to keep me company.

[_Noise within._

The devil's among 'em in the Parlour sure,
The Ghost three stories high, he has the Nurse sure,
He is boyling of her bones now, hark how she whistles:
There's Gentlewomen within too, how will they do?
I'll to the Cook, for he was drunk last night,
And now he is valiant, he is a kin to th'devil too,
And fears no fire.

_Enter_ Lurcher _and Boy_.

_Lur._ No light?

_Boy._ None left Sir,
They are gone, and carried all the candles with 'em,
Their fright is infinite, let's make good use on't,
We must be quick sir, quick, or the house will rise else.

_Lu._ Was this the Chest?

_Boy._ Yes, yes.

_Lur._ There was two of 'em.
Or I mistake.

_Boy._ I know the right, no stay Sir,
Nor no discourse, but to our labor lustily,
Put to your strength and make as little noise,
Then presently out at the back door.

_Lur._ Come Boy.
Come happy child and let me hug thy excellence. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Wildbrain.

_Wild._ What thousand noises pass through all the rooms!
What cryes and hurries! sure the devil's drunk.
And tumbles through the house, my villanies
That never made me apprehend before
Danger or fear, a little now molest me;
My Cosens death sits heavy o'my conscience,
Would I had been half hang'd when I hammer'd it.
I aim'd at a living divorce, not a burial
That _Frank_ might have had some hope: hark still
In every room confusion, they are all mad,
Most certain all stark mad within the house,
A punishment inflicted for my lewdness,
That I might have the more sense of my mischief,
And run the more mad too, my Aunt is hang'd sure,
Sure hang'd her self, or else the fiend has fetch'd her.
I heard a hundred cryes, the Devil, the Devil,
Th[e]n roaring, and then tumbling, all the chambers
Are a meer Babel, or another Bedlam.
What should I think? I shake my self too:
Can the Devil find no time, but when we are merry,
Here's something comes.

_Enter_ Newlove.

_New._ Oh that I had some company,
I care not what they were, to ease my misery,
To comfort me.

_Wild._ Whose that?

_New._ Again? nay then receive--

_Wild._ Hold, hold I am no fury.
The Merchants wife.

_New._ Are ye a man? pray heaven you be.

_Wild._ I am.

_New._ Alass I have met Sir
The strangest things to night.

_Wild._ Why do you stare.

_New._ Pray comfort me, and put your candle out,
For if I see the spirit again I dye for't.
And hold me fast, for I shall shake to pieces else.

_Wild._ I'll warrant you, I'll hold ye,
Hold ye as tenderly; I have put the light out,
Retire into my Chamber, there I'll watch wi'ye,
I'll keep you from all frights.

_New._ And will ye keep me.

_Wild._ Keep you as secure Lady.

_New._ You must not wrong me then, the devil will have us.

_Wild._ No, no, I'll love you, then the devil will fear us.
For he fears all that love, pray come in quickly,
For this is the malicious house he walks in,
The hour he blasts sweet faces, lames the limbs in,
Depraves the senses, now within this half hour
He will have power to turn all Citizens wives
Into strange Creatures, Owles, and long-tail'd Monkeys,
Jayes, Pies, and Parrots, quickly, I smell his brimstone.

_New._ It comes agen I am gone shift for your self Sir. [_Exit._

_Wild._ Sure this whole night is nothing but illusion,
Here's nothing comes, all they are mad, damn'd devil
To drive her back again, 't had been thy policy
To have let us alone, we might have done some fine thing
To have made thy hel-hood laugh, 'tis a dainty wench,
If I had her again, not all your fellow goblins,
Nor all their clawes should scratch her hence, I'll stay still,
May be her fright will bring her back again,
Yet I will hope.

_Enter_ Toby.

_Tob._ I can find no bed, no body, nor no chamber,
Sure they are all ith'Cellar, and I cannot find that neither,
I am led up and down like a tame ass, my light's out
And I grope up and down like blind-man-buffe,
And break my face, and break my pate.

_Wild._ It comes again sure
I see the shadow, I'll have faster hold now,
Sure she is mad, I long to lye with a mad-woman,
She must needs have rare new tricks.

_Tob._ I hear one whisper
If it be the devil now to allure me into his clutches,
For devils have a kind of tone like crickets.

[_Wild._] I have a glimpse of her guise, 'tis she would steal [by] me,
But I'll stand sure.

_Tob._ I have but a dram of wit left,
And that's even ready to run, oh for my bed now.

_Wild._ She nam'd a bed, I like that, she repents sure,
Where is she now?

_Tob._ Who's that?

_Wild._ Are you there, In, In, In presently.

_Tob._ I feel his talents through me,
'Tis an old haggard devil, what will he do with me?

_Wild._ Let me kiss thee first, quick, quick.

_Tob._ A leacherous Devil.

_Wild._ What a hairy whore 'tis, sure she has a muffler.

_Tob._ If I should have a young Satan by him, for I dare not deny him,
In what case were I? who durst deliver me?

_Wild._ 'Tis but my fancy, she is the same, in quickly,
gently my Sweet girl.

_Tob._ Sweet devil be good to me. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Lurch, _and Boy_.

_Lur._ Where's my love, Boy.

_Boy._ She's coming with a Candle
To see our happy prize.

_Lur._ I am cruel weary.

_Boy._ I cannot blame ye, plate is very heavy
To carry without light or help.

_Lur._ The fear too
At every stumble to be discover'd boy,
At every cough to raise a Constable,
Well, we'll be merry now.

_Boy._ We have some reason;
Things compass'd without fear or eminent danger,
Are too luxurious sir to live upon.
Money and wealth got thus are as full venture,
And carry in their nature as much merit
As his, that digs 'em out 'oth' mine, they last too
Season'd with doubts and dangers most delitiously,
Riches that fall upon us are too ripe,
And dull our appetites.

_Lu._ Most learned child.

_Enter Mistriss._

_Mi._ Y'are welcome, where have you left it.

_Lu._ In the next room, hard by.

_Mi._ Is it plate all.

_Lu._ All, all, and Jewels, I am monstrous weary,
Prethee let's go to bed.

_Mi._ Prethee lets see it first.

_Lu._ To morrow's a new day sweet.

_Mi._ Yes to melt it,
But let's agree to night, how it shall be handled,
I'll have a new gown.

_Lur._ 'Shat have any thing.

_Mi._ And such a riding suit as Mistress _Newloves_:
What though I be no Gentlewoman born,
I hope I may atchieve it by my carriage.

_Lu._ Thou sayst right.

_Mi._ You promis'd me a horse too, and a lackquay.

_Lur._ Thou shalt have horses six, and a postilion.

_Mi._ That will be stately sweet heart, a postilion.

_Lu._ Nay, we'll be in fashion; he shall ride before us
In winter, with as much dirt would dampe a musket;
The inside of our coach shall be of scarlet.

_Mi._ That will be dear.

_Lu._ There is a dye projecting
Will make it cheap, wench, come thou shalt have any thing.

_Mi._ Where is this chest, I long, sweet, to behold
Our Indies.

_Boy._ Mistress lets melt it first, and then 'tis fit
You should dispose it, then 'tis safe from danger.

_Mi._ I'll be a loving Mistress to my boy too.
Now fetch it in and lets rejoyce upon't.

_Boy._ Hold your light Mistress, we may see to enter.

_Mi._ Ha what's here? call you this a chest?

_Boy._ We ha mist Sir.
Our haste and want of light made us mistake.

_Mi._ A very Coffin.

_Lu._ How! a Coffin? Boy, 'tis very like one.

_Boy._ The devil ow'd us a shame, and now he has paid us.

_Mi._ Is this your Treasure?

_Boy._ Bury me alive in't.

_Lu._ It may be there is no room.

_Mi._ Nay, I will search it:
I'll see what wealth's within,--a womans face,
And a fair womans.

_Boy._ I cannot tell sir,
Belike this was the sadness that possest 'em;
The plate stood next, I'm sure.

_Lur._ I shake, I shake Boy, what a cold sweat--

_Boy._ This may work, what will become on's Sir?

_Mi._ She is cold, dead cold: de'e find 'your conscience,
De'e bring your Gillians hither--nay, she's punish'd,
You conceal'd love's cas'd up?

_Lur._ 'Tis _Maria_, the very same, the Bride, new horror!

_Mi._ These are fine tricks, you hope she's in a sound
But I'll take order she shall ne'r recover
To bore my Nose, come, take her up and bury her
Quickly, or I'll cry out; take her up instantly.

_Lu._ Be not so hasty fool, that may undo us;
We may be in for murther so; be patient,
Thou seest she's dead, and cannot injure thee.

_Mi._ I am sure she shall not.

_Boy._ Be not, Sir, dejected,
Too much a strange mistake! this had not been else,
It makes me almost weep to think upon't.

_Lu._ What an unlucky thief am I!

_Mi._ I'll no considering, either bestir your self, or--

_Lu._ Hold.

_Mi._ Let it not stay, to smell then, I will not
Indure the stink of a Rival.

_Lu._ Would 'twere there again.

_Boy._ We must bury her.

_Lur._ But were o'th sudden, or with what providence,
That no eyes watch us.

_Mi._ Take a Spade and follow me,
The next fair ground we meet, make the Church-yard;
As I live, I'll see her lodg'd. [_Exit._

_Lu._ It must be so,
How heavy my heart is, I ha no life left.

_Boy._ I am past thinking too, no understanding,
That I should miss the right Chest.

_Lu._ The happy Chest.

_Boy._ That, which I saw and markt too.

_Lu._ Well passion wo'not help us,
Had I twenty falls for this!

_Boy._ 'Twas my fault sir.
And twenty thousand fears for this, oth'devil,
Now could I curse, well, we have her now,
And must dispose her.

_Enter Mistress._

_Mi._ Hang both for two blind buzzards, here's a Spade
Quickly or I'll call the neighbors.
There's no remedy,
Would the poor hungry prisoners had this pastie. [_Exeunt._

_Enter Justice, and a Servant with a light._

_Ser._ 'Twas a strange mischance Sir.

_Ju._ Mischance, sayst? No 'twas happiness to me,
There's so much charge say'd, I have her portion,
I'll marry twenty more on such conditions.

_Ser._ Did it not trouble you Sir,
To see her dead?

_Ju._ Not much, I thank my conscience;
I was tormented till that happen'd, furies
Were in my brain to think my self a Cuckold
At that time of the night:
When I come home, I charge you shut my doors,
Locks, bolts, and bars, are little enough to secure me.

_Ser._ Why, and please you?

_Ju._ Fool to ask that question;
To keep out women, I expect her Mother
Will visit me with her clamors, oh I hate
Their noise, and do abhor the whole sex heartily;
They are all walking Devils, Harpyes: I will study
A week together how to rail sufficiently,
Upon 'em all, and that I may be furnish'd,
Thou shalt buy all the railing Books and Ballads,
That Malice hath invented against women,
I will read nothing else, and practise 'em,
Till I grow fat with curses.

_Ser._ If you'll go
To th'charge, let me alone to find you Books.

_Ju._ They come neer us.

_Ser._ Whats that?

_Ju._ Where? hold up the Torch Knave.

_Ser._ Did you hear nothing, 'tis a ----

_Ju._ Why dost make a stand?

_Ser._ Whats that?

_Ju._ Where, where, dost see any thing?
We are hard by the Church-yard, and I was never
Valiant at midnight in such irksome places;
They say Ghosts walk sometimes, hark, de'e hear nothing?

_Enter Lurcher, Boy, and Mistress._

_Mi._ No farther, dig here, and lay her in quickly.

_Lur._ What light is that Boy, we shall be discover'd;
Set the Coffin up an end, and get behind me,
There's no avoiding.

_Boy._ Oh!

_Ju._ Where's that groan? I begin to be afraid.

_Ser._ What shall we do Sir?

_Ju._ We are almost at home now, thou must go forward,
Perhaps 'twas my imagination.

_Lur._ 'Tis he?

_Boy._ I know him too, let me alone.

_Ser._ Oh Sir, a Ghost, the very Ghost of Mistress Bride,
I have no power to run away.

_Ju._ Cursed Ghost, bless me, preserve me,
I do command thee what so ere thou art,
I do conjure thee leave me; do not fright me;
If thou beest a devil vex me not so soon,
If thou beest
The spirit of my wife.

_Boy._ Thy Wife.

_Ju._ I shall be tormented.

_Boy._ Thy abus'd wife, that cannot peaceably
Enjoy her death, thou hast an evil conscience.

_Ju._ I know it.

_Boy._ Among thy other sins which black thy soul,
Call to thy mind thy vow made to another,
Whom thou hast wrong'd, and make her satisfaction
Now I am dead, thou perjur'd man: or else
A thousand black tormentors shall pursue thee,
Untill thou leap into eternal flames;
Where gold which thou ador[e]'st here on earth
Melted, the fiends shall powre into thy throat;
For this time pass, go home and think upon me.

_Lur._ Away.

_Ser._ There are more spirits.

_Ju._ Thank you dear wife,
I'll bestow twenty nobles of a Tomb for thee,
Thou shalt not walk and catch cold after death. [_They go Backward in._

_Lu._ So, so, they'r gone, 'twas my ingenious rascal:
But how dost thou know he made vows to another?

_Boy._ I over-heard the woman talk to night on't;
But now let's lose no time Sir, pray lets bury
This Gentlewoman, where's my Mistress?

_Enter Mistress._

_Mi._ Here I durst not tarry.

_Lu._ We ha so cosen'd the old forty i'th hundred,
And the devil hinder him not, he'll go a pilgrimage;
But come, about our business, set her down again.

_Mar._ Oh!

_Lur._ She groans, ha.

_Mar._ Oh!

_Lur._ Again, she stirs.

_Mi._ Lets fly, or else we shall be torn in pieces.

_Lur._ And you be good at that, bury your self,
Or let the Sexton take ye for his fee,
Away boy. [_Exit._

_Mar._ I am very cold, dead cold;
Where am I? What's this? a Coffin? where have I been?
Mercy defend me: Ha? I do remember
I was betray'd, and swounded, my heart akes,
I am wondrous hungry too, dead bodies eat not;
Sure I was meant for burial, I am frozen;
Death, 'like a cake of Ice dwells round about me;
Darkness spreads o're the world too, where? what path?
Best providence direct me. [_Exit._

_Actus Tertius._

_Enter Lady_, Wildbraine, Women, Toby.

_La._ Thou art the most unfortunate fellow.

_Wild._ Why Aunt what have I done?

_La._ The most malicious varlet,
Thy wicked head never at rest, but hammering,
And ha[t]ching hellish things, and to no purpose,
So thou mayst have thy base will.

_Wi._ Why do you rail thus?
Cannot a scurvy accident fall out,
But I must be at one end on't?

_La._ Thou art at both ends.

_Wi._ Cannot young sullen wenches play the fools
And marry, and dye, but I must be the agent?
All that I did (and if that be an injury,
Let the world judge it) was but to perswade her,
And (as I take it) I was bound to it too,
To make the reverend coxcombe her husband Cuckold:
What else could I advise her? was there harm i'this?
You are of years, and have run through experience,
Would you be content if you were young again,
To have a continual cough grow to your pillow?
A rottenness, that vaults are perfumes to;
Hang in your roof, and like a fog infect you?
Anointed hammes, to keep his hinges turning,
Reek ever in your nose, and twenty night caps,
With twenty several sweats?

_To._ Some Jew, some Justice,
A thousand heathen smels to say truth Madam,
And would you mellow my young pretty Mistriss
In such a mis-ken?

_La._ Sirra,
Where's the body of my Girl?

_Wi._ I know not,
I am no Conjurer, you may look the body,
I was like to be stol'n away my self, the Spirit
Had like to ha surpris'd me in the shape of a woman,
Of a young woman, and you know those are dangerous.

_To._ So had I Madam, simply though I stand here,
I had been ravish'd too: I had twenty Spirits,
In every corner of the house a Fiend met me.

_La._ You lye like Raskals,
Was Mistriss _Newlove_ such a spirit Sir?
To fright your worship;
Well, I discharge you Sir, y'are now at liberty,
Live where you please, and do what pranks you fancy,
You know your substance: though you are my Nephew,
I am no way bound Sir to protect your mischief;
So fare you well.

_Wi._ Farewell good Aunt, I thank you,
Adiew honest _Nick_, the devil if he have power,
Will persecute your old bones, for this Marriage,
Farewell Mistress _Win_.

_To._ And shall we part with dry lips?
Shall we that have been fellow devils together
Flinch for an old womans fart?

_Wi._ 'Tis a fine time a night too, but we must part _Nick_.

_To._ Shall we never ring again? ne'r toss the tenor,
And roul the changes [in] a Cup of Clarret?
You shall not want what ere I lay my hands on,
As I am sure _Automedon_ the Coachman,
Shall be distributed; bear up, I say, hang sorrow,
Give me that bird abroad that lives at pleasure,
_Sam_ the Butler's true, the Cook a reverend Trojan,
The Faulkner shall sell his Hawks, and swear they were rotten,
There be some wandring spoons, that may be met with,
I'll pawn a Coach horse, peace, utter no sentences.
The har[nesse] shall be us'd in our wars also;
Or shall I drive her (tell me but your will now,
Say but the word) over some rotten bridg,
Or by a Marl-pit side, she may slip in daintily,
Let me alone for my self.

_Wi._ No, no, farewell _Toby_,
Farewell spiny _Nicholas_, no such thing,
There be ways i'the world, if you see me
A day or two hence, may be wee'l crack a quart yet,
And pull a bell, commend to the houshold;
Nay, cry not _Toby_, 'twill make thy head giddy.