1020Forbear, him then to day, do it to morrow,

1021And this day mingle not his joy with sorrow.

1022Fath. Brother, I'le have it done this very day,

1023And in the view of all, as he comes from Church:

1024Do but observe the course that he will take,

1025Upon my life he will forswear the debt:

1026And for we'll have the sum shall not be slight,

1027Say that he owes you neer three thousand pound:

1028Good brother let it be done immediately.

1029Unc. Well, seeing you will have it so,-

1030Brother I'le do't, and straight provide the Sheriff.

1031Fath. So brother, by this means shall we perceive

1032What Sir Lancelot in this pinch will do:

1033And how

his wife doth stand affected to him,

1034Her love will then be tried to the uttermost:

1035And all the rest of them. Brother, what I will do,

1037Oli. Cham ashured thick be the place, that the scoundrel

1038Appointed to meet me, if a come, zo: if a come not, zo.

1039And che war avise, he would make a Coystrel an us,

1040Ched vese him, and che vang him in hand, che would

1041Hoyst him, and give it him too and again, zo chud:

1042Who bin a there, Sir Arthur, chill stay aside.

1043Ar. I have dog'd the Devon-shire man into the field,

1044For fear of any harme that should befall him:

1045I had an inckling of that yesternight,

1046That Flowerdale and he should meet this morning:

1047Though of my soul, Oliver fears him not,

1048Yet for I'd see fair play on either side,

1049Made me to come, to see their valours tri'd.

1050Good morrow to Master Oliver.

1051Oli. God an good morrow.

1052Arth. What Master Oliver, are you angry?

1053Oli. What an it be, tyt and grieven you?

1054Arth. Not me at all, sir, but I imagine

1055By your being here thus armed,

1056You stay for some that you should fight withall.

1057Oli. Why and he do, che would not dezire you to take

1058his part.

1059Arth. No by my troth, I think you need it not,

1060For he you look for, I think means not to come.

1061Oli. No, and che war ashure of that, ched avese him

1062in another place. Enter Daffidill.

1063Daff. O, Sir Arthur, Master Oliver, aye me,

1064Your Love, and yours, and mine, sweet Mistris Luce,

1065This morning is married to young Flowerdale.

1066Arth. Married to Flowerdale! 'tis impossible.

1067Oli. Married man? che hope thou do'st but jest:

1068To make an a volowten merriment of it.

1069Daff. O 'tis too true. Here comes his Uncle.

1071Unc. Good morrow, Sir Arthur, good morrow, M. Oliv.

1073Is your scoundrel kinsman married?

1074Ar. M. Oliver, call him what you will, but he is married

1075To Sir Lancelot's daughter here.

1076Unc. Sir Arthur, unto her?

1077Oli. I, ha the old vellow zerved me thick a trick?

1078Why man, he was a promise, chill chud a had her,

1079Is a zitch a vox, chill look to his water che vor him.

1080Unc. The musick playes; they are coming from the

1081Church.

1082Sheriff, do your office: fellows, stand stoutly to it.

1084Oli. God give you joy, as the old zaid Proverb is, and

1085some zorrow among. You met us well, did you not?

1086Lance. Nay, be not angry, sir, the fault is in me,

1087I have done all the wrong, kept him from coming to the

1088field to you, as I might, sir, for I am a Justice, and sworn

1089to keep the peace.

1090Wea. I marry is he, sir, a very Justice, and sworn to

1091keep the peace, you must not disturb the weddings.

1092Lan. Nay, never frown nor storm, sir, if you do,

1093I'le have an order taken for you.

1094Oli. Well, well, chill be quiet.

1095Wea. M. Flowerdale, Sir Lancelot, look you who here is?

1096M. Flowerdale.

1097Lance. M. Flowerdale, welcome with all my heart.

1098Flow. Uncle, this is she ifaith: Master Under-sheriff

1099Arrest me? at whose sute? draw Kit.

1100Unc. At my sute, sir.

1101Lan. Why what's the matter, M. Flowerdale?

1102Unc. This is the matter, sir, this unthrift here,

1103Hath cozened you, and hath had of me,

1104In several sums three thousand pound.

1105Flow. Why, Uncle, Uncle.

1106Vnc. Cousin, Cousin, you have Uncled me,

1107And if you be not staid, you'll prove

1108A cozoner unto all that know you,

1109Lance. Why, sir, suppose he be to you in debt

1110Ten thousand pound, his state to me appears,

1111To be at least three thousand by the year.

1112Vnc. O, sir, I was too late informed of that plot,

1113How that he went about to cozen you:

1114And form'd a will, and sent it to your good

1115Friend there Master Weathercock, in which was

1116Nothing true, but brags and lies.

1117Lan. Ha, hath he not such Lordships, Lands, and Ships?

1118Vnc. Not worth, a groat, not worth a half-penny he.

1119Lance. I pray tell us true, be plain, young Flowerdale.

1120Lan. My Uncle here's mad, & disposed to do me wrong,

1121But here's my man, an honest fellow

1122By the Lord, and of good credit, knows all is true.

1123Fath. Not I, sir, I am too old to lie, I rather know

1124You forg'd a will, where every line you writ,

1125You studied where to coat your Lands might lye.

1126Wea. And I prithee, where be thy honest friends?

1127Fath. Ifaith no where, sir, for he hath none at all.

1128Wea. Benedicity, we are ore reached I believe.

1129Lan. I am cozen'd, and my hopefull'st child undone.

1130Flow. You are not cozen'd, nor is she undone,

1131They slander me, by this light, they slander me:

1132Look you, my Unkle here's an Usurer, & would undo me,

1133But I'le stand in Law, do you but bail me, you shall do

1134no more:

1135You, brother Civet, and Master Weathercock, do but

1136Bail me, and let me have my marriage money

1137Paid me, and we'll ride down, and there your own

1139You shall but bail me, you shall do no more,

1140And you greedy gnat, their bail will serve.

1141Unc. I sir, I'le ask no better bail.

1142Lan. No, sir, you shall not take my bail, nor his,

1143Nor, my son Civets, I'le not be cheated, I,

1144Sheriff, take your prisoner, I'le not deal with him:

1145Let's Uncle make false Dice with his false bones,

1146I will not have to do with him: mocked, gull'd, & wrong'd.

1147Come Girle, though it be late it falls out well,

1148Thou shalt not live with him in beggers hell.

1149Luc. He is my Husband, and high heaven doth know,

1150With what unwillingnesse I went to Church,

1151But you enforced me, you compelled me to it: