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The London Prodigal (Folio 3, 1664)
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The London Prodigal.
1805hear, sir?
1806What, are you so proud? do you hear, which is the way
1808O me, this is filching Flowerdale.
1809Lance. O wonderful, is this lewde villain here?
1810O you cheating Rogue, you Cut-purse, Cony-catcher,
1811What ditch, you villain, is my Daughters grave?
1814When he should turn to angel, a dying grace,
1815I'le Father-in-Law you, sir, I'le make a will:
1816Speak villain, where's my Daughter?
1817Poysoned, I warrant you, or knocked a the head:
1819 will,
1822Go, away with him to prison.
1824Enter Master Civet, his Wife, Oliver, Sir Arthur,
1825 Father, Vnckle, and Delia.
1826Lance. O here's his Unckle, welcome, Gentlemen,
1827 welcome all:
1828Such a cozener, Gentlemen, a murderer too
1829For any thing I know, my Daughter is missing,
1830Hath been looked for, cannot be found, a vild upon thee.
1832Therefore, in Gods name, doe with him what you will.
1835 nothing.
1836Lan. Bring forth my daughter then, away with him.
1838 charge?
1840Flow. Murder your dogs, I murder your daughter?
1841Come, Uncle, I know you'll bail me.
1842Unc Not I, were there no more,
1843Then I the Jaylor, thou the prisoner.
1844Lance. Go, away with him.
1845Enter Luce like a Frow.
1846Luce. O my life, where will you ha de man?
1847Vat ha de yonker done?
1848Wea. Woman, he hath kill'd his wife.
1851 you by him.
1852Luce. Have me no, and or way do you have him,
1853He tell me dat he love me heartily.
1857She is my Wives Chamber-maid, and as true as the skin
1858between any mans browes here.
1859Lance. Go to, you're both fooles: Son Civet,
1860Of my life this is a plot,
1861Some stragling counterfeit profer'd to you:
1862No doubt to rob you of your Plate and Jewels:
1863I'le have you led away to prison, Trull.
1866Know you me now? nay never stand amazed.
1867Father, I know I have offended you,
1868And though that duty wills me bend my knees
1869To you in duty and obedience;
1870Yet this wayes do I turn, and to him yield
1871My love, my duty, and my humblenesse.
1873Luce. O M. Flowerdale, if too much grief
1874Have not stopt up the organs of your voice,
1875Then speak to her that is thy faithfull wife,
1876Or doth contempt of me thus tie thy tongue:
1877Turn not away, I am no Æthiope,
1878No wanton Cressed, nor a changing Hellen:
1879But rather one made wretched by thy loss.
1882Flow. I am indeed, wife, wonder among wives!
1884Another soul in me, red with defame,
1888I know no sorrow can be compar'd to his.
1890Follow thy fortune, I defie thee.
1892cloth in tocking mill, an che ha not made me weep.
1893Fath. If he hath any grace he'll now repent.
1894Arth. It moves my heart.
1898And to redeem my reputation lost:
1899And, Gentlemen, believe me, I beseech you,
1903Lance. How, believe him.
1904Wea. By the Matkins, I do.
1905Lan. What do you think that e're he will have grace?
1906Wea. By my faith it will go hard.
1909ward your zetting up: what be not ashamed, vang it
1910man, vang it, be a good husband, loven to your wife:
1911and you shall not want for vorty more, I che vor thee.
1912Arth. My means are little, but if you'll follow me,
1914But to your wife I give this Diamond,
1915And prove true Diamond fair in all your life.
1916Flow. Thanks, good Sir Arthur: M. Oliver,
1917You being my enemy, and grown so kind,
1918Binds me in all endeavour to restore.
1920I have vorty pound more here, vang it:
1921Zouth chill devie London else: what, do not think me
1922A Mezel or a Scoundrel, to throw away my money? che
1924tion: I hope your under and your Uncle will vollow my
1925zamples.
1929A Cozener, a Deceiver, one that kill'd his painfull
1931Danger of the sea, to get him living & maintain him brave.
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