1125Fris. O Friskiball, what shall become of thee?

1126Where shalt thou go, or which way shalt thou turn?

1127Fortune that turns her too unconstant wheel,

1128Hath turn'd thy wealth and riches in the Sea,

1129All parts abroad where-ever I have been,

1130Grows weary of me, and denies me succour;

1131My debters they, that should relieve my want,

1132Forswear my money, say they owe me none:

1133They know my state too mean, to bear out Law;

1134And here in London, where I oft have been,

1135And have done good to many a wretched man,

1136And now most wretched here, despis'd my self;

1137In vain it is, more of their hearts to try;

1138Be patient therefore, lay thee down and die.

1141Seely. Come Joan, come, let's see what he'll do for us

1142now? I wis we have done for him, when many a time and

1143often he might have gone a hungry to bed.

1144Wife. Alas man, now he is made a Lord, he'll never

1145look upon us; he'll fulfill the old Proverb, Set Beggars a

1146horse-back, and they'll ride: â, well-a-day for my Cow;

1147such as he hath made us come behind-hand, we had never

1148pawn'd our Cow else to pay our Rent.

1149Seely. Well Joan, he'll come this way: and by God's

1150dickers I'le tell him roundly of it, and if he were ten Lords:

1151a shall know that I had not my Cheese and my Bacon for

1152nothing.

1153Wife. Do you remember Husband, how he would

1154mouch upon my Cheese-cakes, he hath forgot this now,

1155but now we'll remember him.

1156Seely. I, we shall have now three flapps with a Fox

1157tail: but ifaith I'le gibber a joint, but I'le tell him his

1158own: stay, who comes here? O, stand up, here he comes,

1159stand up.

1163Hod. Come, away with these Beggars here, rise up, sirrah;

1164Come out, good people; run before there ho.

1166Seely. I, we are kicked away now, we come for our

1167own; the time hath been, he would a looked more

1168friendly upon us: And you, Hodge, we know you well

1169enough, though you are so fine.

1170Crom. Come hither, sirrah: stay, what men are those?

1171My honest Host of Hounslow, and his wife;

1172I owe thee money, father, do I not?

1173Seely. I, by the body of me, dost thou; would thou

1174wouldest pay me, good four pound it is, I have a the Post

1175at home.

1176Crom. I know 'tis true; sirrah, give him ten Angels,

1177And look your wife, and you do stay to dinner:

1178And while you live, I freely give to you,

1179Four pound a year, for the four pound I ought you.

1180Seely. Art not changed, art old Tom still?

1181Now God bless thee, good Lord Tom:

1182Home Joan, home; I'le dine with my Lord Tom to day,

1183And thou shalt come next week.

1184Fetch my Cow; home Joan, home.

1185Wife. Now God bless thee, my good Lord Tom;

1186I'le fetch my Cow presently.

1188Crom. Sirrah, go to yon stranger, tell him I desire him

1189Stay to dinner: I must speak with him.

1190Gard. My Lord of Norfolk, see you this same Bubble?

1191That same puffe; but mark the end, my Lord, mark the

1192 end.

1193Norf. I promise you, I like not something he hath done;

1194But let that pass: the King doth love him well.

1195Crom. Good morrow to my Lord of Winchester:

1196I know you bear me hard, about the Abbey lands.

1197Gard. Have I not reason, when Religion is wronged?

1198You had no colour for what you have done.

1199Crom. Yes, the abolishing of Antichrist,

1200And of his Popish order from our Realm:

1201I am no enemy to Religion,

1202But what is done, it is for England's good:

1203What did they serve for, but to feed a sort

1204Of lazy Abbots, and of full-fed Fryers?

1205They neither plow, nor sow, and yet they reap

1206The fat of all the Land, and suck the poor:

1207Look what was theirs, is in King Henrie's hands,

1208His wealth before lay in the Abbey lands.

1209Gard. Indeed these things you have alledg'd, my Lord,

1210When, God doth know, the infant yet unborn,

1211Will curse the time, the Abbies were pul'd down:

1212I pray now where is Hospitality?

1213Where now may poor distressed people go,

1214For to relieve their need, or rest their bones,

1215When weary travel doth oppress their limmes?

1216And where religious men should take them in,

1217Shall now be kept back by a Mastive dog:

1218And thousand thousand--------

1219Nor. O my Lord, no more: things past redress,

1220'Tis bootless to complain.

1221Crom. What shall we to the Convocation-house?

1222Nor. We'll follow you, my Lord, pray lead the way.

1224Old Crom. How? one Cromwell made Lord Keeper,

1225 since I left Putney,

1226And dwelt in York-shire? I never heard better newes:

1227I'le see that Cromwell, or it shall go hard.

1228Crom.My aged Father! state set aside:

1229Father, on my knee I crave your blessing:

1230One of my Servants go and have him in,

1231At better leisure will we talk with him.

1232Old Crom. Now if I die, how happy were the day,

1233To see this comfort rains forth showers of joy.

1235Nor. This duty in him showes a kind of grace.

1236Crom. Go on before, for time drawes on a pace.

1238Fris. I wonder what this Lord would have with me,

1239His man so strictly gave me charge to stay:

1240I never did offend him to my knowledge:

1241Well, good or bad, I mean to bide it all,

1242Worse then I am, now never can befall.

1244Ba. Come, Wife, I take it be almost dinner time,

1245For Mr. Newton, and Mr. Crosbie sent to me

1246Last night, they would come dine with me,

1247And take their bond in: I pray thee hie thee home,

1248And see that all things be in readinesse.

1250But is not that man Master Friskiball?

1252Ba. O heavens! it is kind Master Friskiball:

1253Say, sir, what hap hath brought you to this passe?

1254Fris. The same that brought you to your misery.

1255Ba. Why would you not acquaint me with your state?

1256Is Banister your poor friend forgot?

1257Whose goods, whose love, whose life and all is yours.

1258Fris. I thought your usage would be as the rest,

1259That had more kindnesse at my hands then you,

1260Yet look'd ascance when as they saw me poor.

1261Mi. Ba. If Banister should bear so base a heart,

1262I never would look my husband in the face,

1263But hate him as I would a Cockatrice.

1264Ba. And well thou mightest, should Banister deal so,

1265Since that I saw you, sir, my state is mended:

1266And for the thousand pound I owe to you,

1267I have it ready for you, sir, at home:

1268And though I grieve your fortune is so bad:

1269Yet that my hap's to help you makes me glad:

1270And now, sir, will it please you walk with me.

1271Fris. Not yet I cannot, for the Lord Chancellor,

1272Hath here commanded me to wait on him,

1273For what I know not, pray God it be for good.

1274Ba. Never make doubt of that, I'le warrant you,

1275He is as kind a noble Gentleman,

1276As ever did possesse the place he hath.

1277Mi. Ba. Sir, my Brother is his Steward, if you please,

1278We'll go along and bear you company:

1279I know we shall not want for welcome there?

1280Fris. Withall my heart: but what's become of Bagot?

1281Ba. He is hanged for buying Jewels of the Kings.

1282Fris. A just reward for one so impious,

1283The time drawes on, sir, will you go along.

1284Ba. I'le follow you, kind Master Friskiball.