1414Wea. Shure, nothing more shure.

1415Lance. And yet perhaps his Unkle hath released him.

1416Wea. It may be very like, no doubt he hath.

1417Lance. Well if he be in prison, i'le have warrants

1418To tache my daughter till the law be tried,

1419For I will shue him upon cozenage.

1420Wea. Marry may you, and overthrow him too.

1421Lance. Nay that's not so; I may chance be scoft,

1422And sentence past with him.

1423Wea. Believe me, so he may, therefore take heed.

1424Lance. Well howsoever, yet I will have warrants,

1425In prison, or at liberty, all's one:

1426You will help to serve them, master Weathercock?

1429Flow. A plague of the devil, the devil take the dice,

1430The dice, and the devil, and his damme go together:

1431Of all my hundred golden angels,

1432I have not left me one denier:

1433A pox of come a five, what shall I doe?

1434I can borrow no more of my credit:

1435There's not any of my acquaintance, man, nor boy,

1436But I have borrowed more or lesse of:

1437I would I knew where to take a good purse,

1438And go clear away, by this light I'le venture for it,

1439Gods lid my sister Delia,

1440I'le rob her, by this hand.

1442Delia. I prethee, Artichoake, goe not so fast,

1443The weather is hot, and I am something weary.

1444Art. Nay I warrant you, mistress Delia, I'le not tire you

1445With leading, we'll go an extream moderate pace.

1446Flow. Stand, deliver your purse.

1447Art. O Lord, thieves, thieves.

1449Flow. Come, come, your purse Lady, your purse.

1450Delia. That voice I have heard often before this time,

1451What, brother Flowerdale become a thiefe?

1452Flow. I, a plague ont, I thank your father;

1453But sister, come, your money, come:

1454What the world must find me, I am borne to live,

1455'Tis not a sin to steal, when none will give.

1456Delia. O God, is all grace banisht from thy heart,

1457Think of the shame that doth attend this fact.

1458Flow. Shame me no shames, come give me your purse,

1459I'le bind you, sister, least I fare the worse.

1460Delia. No, bind me not, hold, there is all I have,

1461And would that money would redeem thy shame.

1463Arti. Thieves, thieves, thieves.

1465Ha you a liked to bin a robbed?

1466Deli. No, master Oliver, 'tis master Flowerdale, he

1467did but jest with me.

1468Oliv. How, Flowerdale, that scoundrell? sirrah, you

1469meten us well, vang the that.

1470Flow. Well, sir, I'le not meddle with you, because I

1471have a charge.

1472Delia. Here, brother Flowerdale, I'le lend you this

1473same money.

1474Flow. I thank you, sister.

1475Oliv. I wad you were ysplit, and you let the mezell

1476have a penny;

1477But since you cannot keep it, chil keep it my self.

1478Art. 'Tis pity to relieve him in this sort,

1479Who makes a triumphant life his dayly sport.

1480Delia. Brother, you see how all men censure you,

1481Farewell, and I pray God amend your life.

1482Oliv. Come, chil bring you along, and you safe enough

1483From twenty such scoundrells as thick an one is,

1484Farewell and be hanged, zyrrah, as I think so thou

1485Wilt be shortly, come, sir Arthur.

1487Flow. A plague go with you for a karsie rascall:

1488This Devonshire man I think is made all of Pork,

1489His hands made onely for to heave up packs:

1490His heart as fat and big as his face,

1491As differing far from all brave gallant minds,

1492As I to serve the Hoggs, and drink with Hindes,

1493As I am very near now: well what remedie,

1494When money, means, and friends, do grow so small,

1495Then farewell life, and there's an end of all.

1500I thank thee for my maid, I like her very well,

1501How doest thou like her, Frances?

1502Fran. In good sadness, Tom, very well, excellent well,

1503She speaks so prettily, I pray what's your name?

1504Luce. My name, forsooth, be called Tanikin.

1505Fran. By my troth a fine name: O Tanikin, you are

1506excellent for dressing one head a new fashion.

1507Luce. Me fall doe every ting about da head.

1508Civ. What Countrey woman is she, Kester?

1509Fath. A Dutch woman, sir.

1510Civ. Why then she is outlandish, is she not?

1511Fath. I, Sir, she is.

1512Fran. O then thou canst tell how to help me to cheeks

1513and ears?

1514Luce. Yes, mistresse, very vell.

1515Fath. Cheeks and ears, why, mistresse Frances, want

1516you cheeks and ears? me thinks you have very fair ones.

1517Fran. Thou art a fool indeed, Tom, thou knowest

1518what I mean.

1519Civ. I, I, Kester, 'tis such as they wear a their heads,

1520I prethee, Kit, have her in, and shew her my house.

1521Fath. I will, sir, come Tanikin.

1522Fran. O Tom, you have not bussed me to day, Tom.

1523Civ. No Frances, we must not kisse afore folkes,

1524God save my Franck,

1526See yonder, my sister Delia is come, welcome, good sister.

1527Fran. Welcome, good sister, how do you like the

1528tire of my head?

1529Delia. Very well, sister.

1530Civ. I am glad you're come, sister Delia, to give or-

1531der for Supper, they will be here soon.

1532Arti. I, but if good luck had not served, she had

1533Not bin here now, filching Flowerdale had like

1534To pepper'd us, but for master Oliver, we had bin robbed.

1535Delia. Peace, sirrah, no more.

1536Fath. Robbed! by whom?

1537Arti. Marry by none but by Flowerdale, he is turned

1538thiefe.

1540For your escape, will you draw near, sister?

1541Fath. Sirrah, come hither, would Flowerdale, he that

1542was my master, a robbed you, I prethee tell me true?

1543Arti. Yes ifaith, even that Flowerdale, that was thy

1544master.