493You know me well ivin, cha have three-score pack of

494karsay, and Blackem hall, and chief credit beside, and

495my fortunes may be so good as an others, zo it may.

496Lance. 'Tis you I love, whatsoever others say?

497Arth. Thanks fairest.

498Flow. What would'st thou have me quarrel with him?

499Fath. Do but say he shall hear from you.

500Lan. Yet Gentleman, howsoever I preferre this De-

501 von-shire suter.

502I'le enforce no love, my daughter shall have liberty to

503choose whom she likes best: in your love-sute proceed.

504Not all of you, but onely one must speed.

505Wea. You have said well: indeed right well.

507Arti. Mistris, here's one would speak with you, my

508fellow Daffidill hath him in the seller already, he knows

509him, he met him at Croydon fair.

510Lance. O, I remember, a little man.

511Arti. I a very little man.

512Lance. And yet a proper man.

513Arti. A very proper, very little man.

514Lance. His name is Mounsieur Civet.

515Arti. The same, sir.

516Lance. Come Gentlemen, if other suters come,

517My foolish daughter will be fitted too:

518But Delia my faint, no man dare move,

521Flow. Hark you, sir, a word.

522Oli. What ha an you say to me now?

523Flow. Ye shall hear from me, and that very shortly.

524Oli. Is that all, vare thee well, chee vere thee not a vig.

526Flow. What if should come more? I am fairly drest.

527Fath. I do not mean that you shall meet with him,

528But presently we'll go and draw a Will:

529Where we'll set down Land, that we never saw,

530And we will have it of so large a sum,

531Sir Lancelot shall intreat you take his daughter:

532This being formed, give it Master Weathercock,

533And make Sir Lancelots daughter heir of all:

534And make him swear never to show the Will

535To any one, untill that you be dead.

536This done, the foolish changling Weathercock,

537Will straight discourse unto Sir Lancelot,

538The forme and tenor of your Testament,

539Nor stand to pause of it be rul'd by me:

540What will ensue, that shall you quickly see.

541Flow. Come let's about it; if that a Will, sweet Kit,

542Can get the Wench, I shall renown thy wit.

545Daff. Mistris, still froward?

546No kind looks unto your Daffodill, now by the gods.

547Luce. Away you foolish knave, let my hand go.

548Daff. There is your hand, but this shall go with me:

549My heart is thine, this is my true loves fee.

550Luce. I'le have your coat stript o're your ears for this,

551You sawcy rascall.

553Lance. How now maid, what is the news with you?

555Lance. Go too, sirrha, I'le talk with you anon.

556Daff. Sir, I am a man to be talked withall,

557I am no horse I tro:

558I Know my strength, then no more then so.

559Wea. A by the matkins, good Sir Lancelot, I saw him

560the other day hold up the Bucklers, like an Hercules,

561Ifaith God-a-mercy Lad, I like thee well.

562Lan. I, I, like him well, go sirrha, fetch me a cup of wine,

563That ere I part with Master Weathercock,

564We may drink down our farewell in French wine.

565Wea. I thank you, sir, I thank you, friendly Knight,

566I'le come and visit you, by the mouse-foot I will:

567In the mean time, take heed of cutting Flowerdale,

568He is a desperate dick I warrant you,

569Lance.He is, he is: fill Daffidill, fill me some wine,

570Ha, what wears he on his arme?

571My daughter Luces bracelet, I 'tis the same:

572Ha to you Master Weathercock.

573Wea. I thank you, sir: Here Daffidill, an honest fel-

574low and a tall thou art: well: I'le take my leave, good

575night, and hope to have you and all your daughters at my

576poor house, in good sooth I must.

577Lance. Thanks Master Weathercock, I shall be bold

578to trouble you be sure.

580Lance. Sirrha, I saw my daughters wrong, and

581withall her Bracelet on your arme; off with it: and with

582it my livery too: have I care to see my daughter matched

583with men of Worship, and are you grown so bold? go,

584sirrha, from my house, or I'le whip you hence.

585Daff. I'le not be whipt, sir, there's your Livery.

586This is a Servingmans reward, what care I,

587I have means to trust to: I scorn service I.

589Lance. I a lusty knave, but I must let him go,

590Our servants must be taught, what they should know.

592Luce. Sir, as I am a maid, I do affect you above any

593Suter that I have, although that Souldiers scarce know

594how to love.

595Arth. I am a Souldier, and a Gentleman,

596Knows what belongs to War, what to a Lady:

597What man offends me, that my sword shall right:

598What woman loves me, I am her faithfull Knight.

599Luce. I neither doubt your valour, nor your love, but

600there be some that bares a Souldiers forme, that swears by

601him they never think upon, goes swaggering up and down

602from house to house, crying God payes and.

603Arth. Ifaith, Lady, I'le descry you such a man,

604Of them there be many which you have spoke of,

605That bare the name and shape of Souldiers,

606Yet God knows very seldome saw the War:

607That hant your Taverns, and your ordinaries,

608Your Ale-houses sometimes, for all a-like

609To uphold the brutish humor of their minds,

610Being marked down, for the bondmen of despair:

611Their mirth begins in wine, but ends in bloud,

612Their drink is clear, but their conceits are mud.

613Luce. Yet these are great Gentlemen Souldiers,

614Arth. No they are wretched slaves,

615Whose desperate lives doth bring them timelesse graves.

616Luce. Both for your self, and for your forme of life,

617If I may choose, I'le be a Souldiers wife.

619Oli. And tyt trust to it, so then.

620Lance. Assure your self,

621You shall be married with all speed we may:

622One day shall serve for Frances and for Luce,

623Oli. Why che wood vain know the time, for provi-

624ding Wedding Rayments.