The London Prodigal (Folio 3, 1664)
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Enter Civet, Frank, and Delia.
¶Civ. By my troth this is good luck, I thank God for
¶Delia, now I may boldly call you so, for your father hath
790frank and freely given me his daughter Franck.
¶for I thank God I longed for a husband, and would I
¶might never stir, for one his name was Tom.
¶me nothing but Tom: and I'le call thee sweet heart, and
¶Delia. It will do very well with both of you.
800married?
¶Civ. No Franck, I'le have thee go like a Citizen
¶In a garded gown, and a French-hood.
¶Fran. By my troth that will be excellent indeed.
805Apparel you your self like to your father:
¶And let her go like to your ancient mother,
¶He sparing got his wealth, left it to you,
¶Brother take heed of pride, some bids thrift adieu.
¶Civ. So as my father and my mother went, that's a
¶Ruffe, and a white Cap.
¶And my father in a mocado coat, a pair of red Sattin
¶Sleeves, and a Canvis back.
¶Del. And yet his wealth was all as much as yours.
¶a year at Cuckolds-haven, and that comes to us all by
¶inheritanc .
¶Delia. That may indeed, 'tis very fitly plied,
820I know not how it comes, but so it falls out
¶And took no pleasure but to gather wealth,
¶Thinking of little that they leave behind:
¶For them they hope, will be of their like minde.
825But falls out contrary, forty years sparing
¶What will ensue, when all their coyn is gone,
¶And all to late, then Thrift is thought upon:
¶Oft have I heard, that Pride and Riot kist,
830And then repentance cryes, for had I wist.
¶mean to live within my bounds: for look you, I have set
¶down my rest thus far, but to maintain my wife in her
¶French Hood, and her Coach, keep a couple of Geldings,
835and a brace of Gray-hounds, and this is all I'le do.
¶Del. And you'll do this with forty pound a year?
¶Civet. By my troth well remembred, Frank,
840I'le give thee that to buy thee pinns.
¶Come, brother, will you in, dinner staies for us.
¶Do not think I'le go beyond my bounds.
