757Wea. All, all, good man, he hath given you all.

758Lan. Three ships now in the Straits, & homeward bound,

759Two Lordships of two hundred pound a year:

760The one in Wales, the other in Gloster-shire:

761Debts and accounts are thirty thousand pound,

762Plate, Money, Jewels, sixteen thousand more,

763Two housen furnished well in Cole-man street:

764Beside whatsoever his Uncle leaves to him,

765Being of great demeans and wealth at Peckham.

766Wea. How like you this good Knight? how like you this

?

767Lan. I have done him wrong, but now I'le make amends,

768The Devon-shire man shall whistle for a wife,

769He marry Luce, Luce shall be Flowerdale's.

770Wea. Why that is friendly said, let's ride to London

771and prevent their match, by promising your daughter to

772that lovely Lad.

773Lance. We'll ride to London, or it shall not need,

774We'll crosse to Dedford-strand, and take a boat:

775Where be these knaves? what Artichoak, what Fop?

777Ar. Here be the very knaves, but not the merry knaves.

778Lan. Here take my Cloak, I'le have a walk to Dedford.

779Arti. Sir, we have be been scouring of our Swords

780and Bucklers for your defence.

781Lance. Defence me no defence, let your swords rust,

782I'le have no fighting: I, let blows alone, bid Delia see

783all things be in readinesse against the wedding, we'll have

784two at once, and that will save charges, Master Weather-

787Civ. By my troth this is good luck, I thank God for

788this. In good sooth I have even my hearts desire: sister

789Delia, now I may boldly call you so, for your father hath

790frank and freely given me his daughter Franck.

791Fran. I by my troth, Tom, thou hast my good will too,

792for I thank God I longed for a husband, and would I

793might never stir, for one his name was Tom.

794Delia. Why, sister, now you have your wish.

795Civ. You say very true, sister Delia, and I prethee call

796me nothing but Tom: and I'le call thee sweet heart, and

797Frank: will it not do well sister Delia?

798Delia. It will do very well with both of you.

799Fran. But Tom, must I go as I do now when I am

800married?

801Civ. No Franck, I'le have thee go like a Citizen

802In a garded gown, and a French-hood.

803Fran. By my troth that will be excellent indeed.

804Delia. Brother, maintain your wife to your estate,

805Apparel you your self like to your father:

806And let her go like to your ancient mother,

807He sparing got his wealth, left it to you,

808Brother take heed of pride, some bids thrift adieu.

809Civ. So as my father and my mother went, that's a

810jest indeed, why she went in a fringed gown, a single

811Ruffe, and a white Cap.

812And my father in a mocado coat, a pair of red Sattin

813Sleeves, and a Canvis back.

814Del. And yet his wealth was all as much as yours.

815Civ. My estate, my estate, I thank God, is forty pound

816a year in good leases and tenements, besides twenty mark

817a year at Cuckolds-haven, and that comes to us all by

818inheritanc .

819Delia. That may indeed, 'tis very fitly plied,

820I know not how it comes, but so it falls out

821That those whose Fathers have died wondrous rich,

822And took no pleasure but to gather wealth,

823Thinking of little that they leave behind:

824For them they hope, will be of their like minde.

825But falls out contrary, forty years sparing

826Is scarce three seaven years spending, never caring

827What will ensue, when all their coyn is gone,

828And all to late, then Thrift is thought upon:

829Oft have I heard, that Pride and Riot kist,

830And then repentance cryes, for had I wist.

831Civ. You say well, sister Delia, you say well: but I

832mean to live within my bounds: for look you, I have set

833down my rest thus far, but to maintain my wife in her

834French Hood, and her Coach, keep a couple of Geldings,

835and a brace of Gray-hounds, and this is all I'le do.

836Del. And you'll do this with forty pound a year?

837Civ. I, and a better penny, sister.

838Fran. Sister, you forget that at Cuckolds-Haven.

839Civet. By my troth well remembred, Frank,

840I'le give thee that to buy thee pinns.

841Delia. Keep you the rest for points, alas the day,

842Fools shall have wealth, though all the world say nay:

843Come, brother, will you in, dinner staies for us.

844Civ. I, good sister, with all my heart.

845Fran. I by my troth, Tom, for I have a good stomack.

846Civ. And I the like, sweet Frank, no sister

847Do not think I'le go beyond my bounds.

851Flow. Sirrha Kit, tarry thou there, I have spied Sir

852Lancelot, and old Weathercock coming this way, they are

853hard at hand, I will by no means be spoken withall.

854Fath. I'le warrant you, go get you in.

857Fath. I do, sir.

858Lance. Is he within, my good fellow?

859Fath. No, sir, he is not within.

860Lan. I prethee if he be within, let me speak with him.

861Fath. Sir, to tell you true, my Master is within, but

862indeed would not be spoke withall: there be some termes

863that stands upon his reputation, therefore he will not ad-

864mit any conference till he hath shook them off.

865Lance. I prithee tell him his very good friend Sir

866Lancelot Spurcock, intreats to speak with him.

867Fath. By my troth, sir, if you come to take up the

868matter between my Master and the Devon-shire man, you

869do but beguile your hopes, and loose your labour.

870Lan. Honest friend, I have not any such thing to him,

871I come to speak with him about other matters.

872Fath. For my Master, sir, hath set down his resolution,

873Either to redeem his honor, or leave his life behind him.

874Lance. My friend, I do not know any quarrel, touch-

875ing thy Master or any other person, my businesse is of a

876different nature to him, and I prithee to tell him.

878Mind is bloudy: that's a round O,

879And therefore, sir, intreaties is but vain:

880Lan. I have no such thing to him, I tell thee once again.

882Lance. A sirrha, I see this matter is hotly carried.

883But I'le labour to disswade him from it,

885Good morrow Master Flowerdale.

886Flow. Good morrow, good Sir Lancelot, good mor-

887row, Master Weathercock.

888By my troth, Gentlemen, I have been a reading over