395 Hus. Please you draw near, sir, y'are exceeding wel-

396come.

397 Ma. That's my doubt, I fear I come not to be wel-

398come.

399 Hus. Yes, howsoever.

400 Ma. 'Tis not my fashion, sir, to dwell in long cir-

401cumstance, but to be plain and effectuall; therefore to

402the purpose.

403The cause of my setting forth was pittious and lamenta-

404ble; that hopefull young Gentleman your Brother, whose

405virtues we all love dearly, through your default and unna-

406turall negligence, lies in bond executed for your debt, a

407prisoner, all his studies amazed, his hope struck dead, and

408the pride of his youth muffled in these dark clouds of op-

409pression.

410 Hus. Hum, hum, hum.

411 Mast. Oh you have kill'd the towardest hope of all

412our University, wherefore without repentance and a-

413mends, expect ponderous and sudden judgements to fall

414grievously upon you; your Brother, a man who profited

415in his divine employments, and might have made ten

416thousand soules fit for heaven, now by your carelesse

417courses cast in prison, which you must answer for, and

418assure your spirit it will come home at length.

419 Hus. Oh God, oh.

420 Ma. Wise men think ill of you, others speak ill of you, no

421man loves you, nay, even those whom honesty condemns,

422condemns you: and take this from the virtuous affection

423I bear your Brother, never look for prosperous hour,

424good thought, quiet sleeps, contented walks, nor any

425thing that makes man perfect, till you redeem him: what

426is your answer? how will you bestow him? upon despe-

427rate misery, or better hopes? I suffer till I hear your an-

428swer.

429 Hus. Sir, you have much wrought with me, I feel you

430in my soule, you are your Arts master.

431I never had sence till now; your syllables have cleft me,

432both for your words and pains I thank you: I cannot

433but acknowledge grievous wrongs done to my Brother,

434mighty, mighty, mighty, mighty wrongs.

435Within there.

437 Hus. Fill me a Bowle of Wine. Alass poor Brother,

438Bruised with an execution for my sake.

439 Ma. A bruise indeed makes many a mortall sore,

441 Hus. Sir, I begin to you, y'ave chid your welcome.

442 Ma. I could have wisht it better for your sake,

443I pledge you, sir, to the kind man in prison.

444 Hus. Let it be so.

445Now, sir, if you so please, to spend but a few minutes in

446walking about my grounds below, my man shall here

447attend you: I doubt not but by that time to be furnisht

448of a sufficient answer, and therein my Brother fully sa-

449tisfied.

450 Ma. Good sir, in that the Angels would be pleased,

451and the worlds murmures calm'd, and I should say, I set

453 Hus. O thou confused man, thy pleasant sins have un-

454done thee, thy damnation has begger'd thee, that heaven

455should say we must not sin, and yet made women: gives

456our sences way to find pleasure, which being found, con-

457founds us, why should we know those things so much

458misuse us? Oh would virtue had been forbidden, we

459should then have proved all virtuous, for 'tis our blood

460to love what we are forbidden, what man would have

461been forbidden, what man would have been fool to a

462beast, and zany to a swine, to shew tricks in the mire,

463what is there in three Dice, to make a man draw thrice

464three thousand acres into the compasse of a little round ta-

465ble, and with the Gentlemans palsie in the hand shake

466out his posterity, thieves, or beggars; 'tis done, I have

467don't ifaith: terrible, horrible misery,----------how well

468was I left, very well, very well.

469 My Lands shewed like a Full-Moon about me, but

470now the Moon's in the last quarter, waining, waining,

471and I am mad to think that Moon was mine:

472mine and my fathers, and my fore-fathers generations,

473generations, down goes the house of us, down, down it

474sinks: Now is the name a beggar, begs in me that name

475which hundreds of years has made this Shire famous; in

476me and my posterity runs out.

477 In my seed five are made miserable besides my self,

478my Riot is now my Brothers Jaylor, my Wifes sighing,

479my three boyes penury, and mine own confusion.

481Why sit my hairs upon my cursed head?

482Will not this poison scatter them? oh my Brother's

483In execution among devils that stretch him:

484And make him give; and I in want,

485Not able for to live, nor to redeem him.

486Divines and dying men may talk of hell,

487But in my heart her several torments dwell,

488Slavery and misery. Who in this case

489Would not take up money upon his soul?

490Pawn his salvation, live at interest:

491I, that did ever in abundance dwell,

492For me to want, exceeds the throws of hell.

494Son. What aile you father, are you not well, I cannot

495scourge my Top as long as you stand so: you take up all

496the room with your wide legs, puh, you cannot make me

497afraid with this, I fear no vizards, nor bugbears.

500 Hus. Up sir, for here thou hast no inheritance left.

501 Son. Oh what will you do father, I am your white

503 Hus. Thou shalt be my red boy, take that.

504 Son. Oh you hurt me father.

505 Hus. My eldest beggar, thou shalt not live to ask an

506usurer bred, to cry at a great mans gate, or follow, good

507your Honour by a Coach, no, nor your brother: 'tis cha-

508rity to brain you.

509 Son. How shall I learn now my head's broke?

511Be not thy names disgrace:

512Spurn thou thy fortunes first, if they be base:

513Come view thy second Brother: Fates,

514My childrens bloud shall spin into your faces,

515You shall see,