1676whipt: now I have my money again, I'le see thee hanged

1677before I give thee a penny: secret service: on good Ale-

1679Flow. This is villainous luck, I perceive dishonesty

1680Will not thrive: here comes more, God forgive me,

1681Sir Arthur, and M. Oliver, aforegod, I'le speak to them,

1682God save you, Sir Arthur: God save you, M. Oliver.

1683Oli. Bin you there, zirrha, come will you ytaken your self

1684To your tools, Coystrel?

1685Flow. Nay, M. Oliver, I'le not fight with you,

1686Alas, sir, you know it was not my doings,

1687It was onely a plot to get Sir Lancelot's daughter:

1688By God, I never meant you harme.

1689Oli. And whore is the Gentlewoman thy wife, Mezel?

1690Whore is she, Zirrha, ha?

1691Flow. By my troth, M. Oliver, sick, very sick;

1692And God is my Judge, I know not what means to make

1693for her, good Gentlewoman.

1694Oli. Tell me true, is she sick? tell me true itch vise thee.

1695Flow. Yes faith, tell you true: M. Oliver, if you would

1696do me the small kindnesse, but to lend me forty shillings:

1697So God help me, I will pay you so soon as my ability shall

1698make me able, as I am a Gentleman.

1699Oli. Well, thou zaist thy wife is zick: hold, there's vor-

1700ty shillings, gived it to thy wife, look thou give it her, or

1701I shall zo veze thee, thou wert not zo vezed this zeven

1702year, look to it.

1703Arth. Ifaith, M. Oliver, it is in vain

1704To give to him that never thinks of her.

1705Oli. Well, would che could yvind it.

1706Flow. I tell you true, Sir Arthur, as I am a gentleman.

1707Oli. Well, farewell zirrha: come, Sir Arthur.

1709Flow. By the Lord, this is excellent.

1710Five golden Angels compast in an hour,

1711If this trade hold, I'le never seek a new.

1712Welcome sweet gold, and beggery adieu.

1714Unc. See, Kester, if you can find the house.

1715Flow. Whose here, my Uncle, and my man Kester?

1716By the Masse 'tis they.

1717How do you, Uncle, how do'st thou, Kester?

1718By my troth, Uncle, you must needs lend

1719Me some money, the poor Gentlewoman

1720My wife, so God help me, is very sick,

1721I was rob'd of the hundred Angels

1722You gave me, they are gone.

1723Unc. I, they are gone indeed, come, Kester, away.

1724Flow. Nay, Uncle, do you here? good Uncle.

1725Unc. Out Hypocrite, I will not hear thee speak,

1726Come leave him, Kester.

1727Flow. Kester, honest Kester

1728Fath. Sir, I have nought to say to you,

1729Open the door to my kin, thou had'st best

1730Lockt fast, for there's a false knave without.

1731Flow. You are an old lying Rascal,

1732So you are.

1735Luce. Vat is de matter, Vat be you, yonker?

1737Kind, by this light I'le cry her.

1738Luce. Vat be you, yonker, why do you not speak?

1739Flow. By my troth, sweet heart, a poor Gentleman

1740that would desire of you, if it stand with your liking, the

1741bounty of your purse.

1743Luce. O here God, so young an Armine.

1744Flow. Armine, sweet-heart, I know not what you mean

1745by that, but I am almost a beggar.

1746Luce. Are you not a married man, vere bin your vife?

1747Here is all I have, take dis.

1748Flow. What gold, young Frow? this is brave.

1749Fath. If he have any grace, he'll now repent.

1750Luce. Why speak you not, were be your vife?

1751Flow. Dead, dead, she's dead, 'tis she hath undone me?

1752Spent me all I had, and kept Rascals under my nose to

1753brave me.

1754Luce. Did you use her vell?

1755Flow. Use her, there's never a Gentlewoman in En-

1756gland could be better used then I did her, I could but

1757Coach her, her Diet stood me in forty pound a month,

1758but she is dead and in her grave, my cares are buried.

1759Luce. Indeed dat vas not scone.

1760Fath. He is turned more devil then he was before.

1761Flow. Thou do'st belong to Master Civet here, do'st

1762thou not?

1763Luce. Yes, me do.

1764Flow. Why there's it, there's not a handfull of plate

1765But belongs to me, God's my Judge:

1766If I had such a wench as thou art,

1767There's never a man in England would make more

1768Of her, then I would do, so she had any stock.

1770O why Tanikin.

1771Luce. Stay, one doth call, I shall come by and by a-

1772gain.

1774Were it not admirall to make her steal

1775All Civet's Plate, and run away.

1776Fath. 'Twere beastly. O M. Flowerdale,

1777Have you no fear of God, nor conscience:

1778What do you mean, by this vild course you take?

1779Flow. What do I mean? why, to live, that I mean.

1780Fath. To live in this sort, fie upon the course,

1781Your life doth show, you are a very coward.

1782Flow. A coward, I pray in what?

1783Fath. Why you will borrow six-pence of a boy.

1784Flow. 'Snails, is there such a cowardise in that? I dare

1785Borrow it of a man, I, and of the tallest man

1786In England, if he will lend it me:

1787Let me borrow it how I can, and let them come by it

1788how they dare.

1789And it is well known, I might a rid out a hundred times

1790If I would, so I might.

1791Fath. It was not want of will, but cowardise,

1792There is none that lends to you, but know they gain:

1793And what is that but onely stealth in you?

1794Delia might hang you now, did not her heart

1795Take pitty of you for her sisters sake.

1796Go get you hence, least lingering here you stay,

1797You fall into their hands you look not for.

1798Flow. I'le tarry here, till the Dutch Frow

1799Comes, if all the devils in hell were here.

1803Lan. Where is the door? are we not past it Artichoak?