1330Enter Sir Lancelot, Master Weathercock and them. 1331Oli. Well, cha a bin zerved many a
slutti
sh trick,
1332But
such a lerripoop as thick ych was ne're a
sarved.
1333Lance. Son
Civet, Daughter
Frances, bear with me,
1334You
see how I am pre
ssed down with inward grief,
1335About that luckle
sse Girl, your
sister
Luce:
1336But 'tis faln out with me, as with many families be
side,
1337They are mo
st unhappy, that are mo
st beloved.
1338Civ. Father, 'tis
so, 'tis even faln out
so,
1339But what remedy?
set hand to your heart, and let it pass:
1340Here is your Daughter
Frances and I, and we'll not
say,
1341We'll bring forth as witty Children, but as pretty
1342Children as ever
she was: tho
she had the prick
1343And prai
se for a pretty wench: But, Father, done is
1344The mou
se, you'll come?
1345Lance. I,
son
Civet, I'le come.
1346Civ. And you, Ma
ster
Oliver?
1347Oli. I, for che a vext out this vea
st, chill
see if a gan
1348Make a better vea
st there.
1349Civ. And you, Sir
Arthur?
1350Ar.I,
sir, although my heart be full,
1351I'le be a partner at your wedding fea
st.
1352Civ. And welcome all indeed, and welcome, come,
1353Franck, are you ready?
1354Fran.Je
shue how ha
sty the
se Hu
sbands are, I pray,
1355Father, pray to God to ble
sse me.
1356Lance. God ble
sse thee, and I doe: God make thee (wi
se,
1357Send you both joy, I wi
sh it with wet eyes.
1358Fran. But, Father,
shall not my
sister
Delia go along
1360She is excellent good at Cookery, and
such things.
1361Lance. Yes marry
shall
she:
Delia, make you ready.
1362Deli. I am ready,
sir, I will
fir
st go to
Greenwitch,
1363From thence to my Cou
sin
Chesterfield, and
so to
Lon- 1365Civ. It
shall
su
ffice, good
sister
Delia, it
shall
su
ffice,
1366But fail us not, good
sister, give order to Cooks, and o
-(thers,
1367For I would not have my
sweet
Franck 1368To
soile her
fingers.
1369Fran. No by my troth not I, a Gentlewoman, and a
1370married Gentlewoman too, to be companions to Cooks,
1371And Kitchin-boyes, not I, ifaith, I
scorn that.
1372Civ. Why, I doe not mean thou
shalt,
sweet heart,
1373Thou
see
st I doe not go about it: well, farewell too:
1374You, Gods pitty M.
Weathercock, we
shall have your
1376Wea.Withall my heart, for I love good cheer.
1377Civ. Well, God be with you all, come,
Franck.
1378Fra. God be with you, Father, God be with you,
sir
Ar- 1379thur, Ma
ster
Oliver, and Ma
ster
Weathercock, Si
ster,
1380God be with you all: God be with you, Father, God be
1382Wea. Why, how now, Sir
Arthur? all a mort, Ma
- 1383ster
Oliver, how now man?
1384Cheerely,
sir
Lancelot, and merily
say,
1385Who can hold that will away.
1386Lance. I,
she is gone indeed, poor Girl, undone,
1387But when the
se be
self-willed, children mu
st smart.
1388Ar. But,
sir, that
she is wronged, you are the chiefe
st (cau
se,
1389Therefore 'tis rea
son you redre
sse her wrong.
1390Wea. Indeed you mu
st, Sir
Lancelot, you mu
st.
1391Lance. Mu
st? who can compell me, M.
Weathercock?
1392I hope I may doe what I li
st.
1393Wea. I grant you may, you may do what you li
st.
1394Oli. Nay, but and you be well evi
sen, it were not good,
1395By this vrampolne
sse, and vrowardne
sse, to ca
st away
1396As prety a dow
ssabell, as am chould chance to
see
1397In a
summers day: chill tell you what chall doe,
1398Chill go
spy up and down the Town, and
see if I
1399Can hear any tale or tidings of her,
1400And take her away from thick a me
ssell, vor cham
1401A
shured, heel but bring her to the
spoile,
1402And
so var you well, we
shall meet at your
son
Civets.
1403Lance. I thank you,
sir, I take it very kindly.
1404Arti. To
find her out, I'le
spend my deare
st blood.
1406So well I loved her, to a
ffe
ct her good.
1407Lance. O, Ma
ster
Weathercock, what hap had I, to
1409From Ma
ster
Oliver, and this good Knight?
1410To one that hath no goodne
sse in his thought.
1411Wea. Ill luck, but what remedy?
1412Lance. Yes, I have almo
st devi
sed a remedy,
1413Young
Flowerdale is
shure a pri
soner.
1414Wea. Shure, nothing more
shure.
1415Lance. And yet perhaps his Unkle hath relea
sed him.
1416Wea. It may be very like, no doubt he hath.
1417Lance. Well if he be in pri
son, i'le have warrants
1418To tache my daughter till the law be tried,
1419For I will
shue him upon cozenage.
1420Wea. Marry may you, and overthrow him too.
1421Lance. Nay that's not
so; I may chance be
scoft,
1422And
sentence pa
st with him.
1423Wea. Believe me,
so he may, therefore take heed.
1424Lance. Well how
soever, yet I will have warrants,
1425In pri
son, or at liberty, all's one:
1426You will help to
serve them, ma
ster
Weathercock?