1584Flow. On goes he that knows no end of his journey,

1585I have passed the very utmost bounds of shifting,

1586I have no course now but to hang my self:

1587I have lived since yesterday two a clock, of a

1588Spice-cake I had at a burial: and for drink,

1589I got it at an Ale-house among Porters, such as

1590Will bear out a man, if he have no mony indeed.

1591I mean out of their companies, for they are men

1592Of good carriage. Who comes here?

1593The two Cony-catchers, that won all my mony of me.

1594I'le trie if they'll lend me any.

1596What, M. Richard, how do you?

1597How do'st thou, Rafe? By God, gentlemen, the world

1598Grows bare with me, will you do as much as lend

1599Me an Angel between you both, you know you

1600Won a hundred of me the other day.

1601Raf. How, an Angel? God damn us if we lost not every

1602Penny within an hour after thou wert gone.

1603Flo. I prithee lend me so much as will pay for my supper,

1604I'le pay you again, as I am a Gentleman.

1605Rafe. Ifaith, we have not a farthing, not a mite:

1606I wonder at it, M. Flowerdale,

1607You will so carelessely undo your self:

1608Why you will lose more money in an hour,

1609Then any honest man spends in a year;

1610For shame betake you to some honest Trade,

1612Flow. A Vagabond indeed, more villains you:

1613They gave me counsel that first cozen'd me:

1614Those Devils first brought me to this I am,

1615And being thus, the first that do me wrong.

1616Well, yet I have one friend left in store.

1617Not far from hence there dwells a Cokatrice,

1618One that I first put in a Sattin gown,

1619And not a tooth that dwells within her head,

1620But stands me at the least in twenty pound:

1621Her will I visit now my Coyn is gone,

1622And as I take it here dwells the Gentlewoman.

1623What ho, is Mistris Apricock within?

1625Ruff. What sawcie Rascal is that which knocks so bold,

1626O, is it you, old spend-thrift? are you here?

1627One that is turned Cozener about the town:

1628My Mistris saw you, and sends this word by me,

1629Either be packing quickly from the door,

1630Or you shall have such a greeting sent you straight,

1631As you will little like on, you had best be gone.

1632Flow. Why so, this is as it should be, being poor,

1633Thus art thou served by a vile painted whore.

1634Well, since thy damned crew do so abuse thee,

1635I'le try of honest men, how they will use me.

1637Sir, I beseech you to take compassion of a man,

1638One whose Fortunes have been better then at this in-

1639stant they seem to be: but If I might crave of you so

1640much little portion, as would bring me to my friends, I

1641should rest thankfull, untill I had requited so great a cur-.

1642tesie.

1643Citiz. Fie, fie, young man, this course is very bad,

1644Too many such have we about this City;

1645Yet for I have not seen you in this sort,

1646Nor noted you to be a common beggar,

1647Hold, there's an Angel to bear your charges,

1648Down, go to your friends, do not on this depend,

1650Flow. Worser ends: nay, if it fall out

1651No worse then in old Angels I care not,

1652Nay, now I have had such a fortunate beginning,

1653I'le not let a six-penny-purse escape me:

1654By the Masse, here comes another.

1656God blesse you, fair Mistris.

1657Now would it please you, Gentlewoman, to look into the

1658wants of a poor Gentleman, a younger brother, I doubt

1659not but God will treble restore it back again, one that

1660never before this time demanded penny, half-penny, nor

1661farthing.

1662Cit. Wife. Stay Alexander, now by troth a very pro-

1663per man, and 'tis great pitty: hold, my friend, there's all

1664the money I have about me, a couple of shillings, and God

1665blesse thee.

1666Flow. Now God thank you, sweet Lady: if you have

1667any friend, or Garden-house, where you may imploy a

1668poor Gentleman as your friend, I am yours to command

1669in all secret service.

1670Citiz. W. I thank you, good friend, I prithee let me

1671see that again I gave thee, there is one of them a brasse

1672shilling, give me them, and here is half a crown in gold.

1674Now out upon thee, Rascal, secret service: what doest

1675thou make of me? it were a good deed to have thee

1676whipt: now I have my money again, I'le see thee hanged

1677before I give thee a penny: secret service: on good Ale-

1679Flow. This is villainous luck, I perceive dishonesty

1680Will not thrive: here comes more, God forgive me,

1681Sir Arthur, and M. Oliver, aforegod, I'le speak to them,

1682God save you, Sir Arthur: God save you, M. Oliver.

1683Oli. Bin you there, zirrha, come will you ytaken your self

1684To your tools, Coystrel?

1685Flow. Nay, M. Oliver, I'le not fight with you,

1686Alas, sir, you know it was not my doings,

1687It was onely a plot to get Sir Lancelot's daughter:

1688By God, I never meant you harme.

1689Oli. And whore is the Gentlewoman thy wife, Mezel?

1690Whore is she, Zirrha, ha?

1691Flow. By my troth, M. Oliver, sick, very sick;

1692And God is my Judge, I know not what means to make

1693for her, good Gentlewoman.

1694Oli. Tell me true, is she sick? tell me true itch vise thee.

1695Flow. Yes faith, tell you true: M. Oliver, if you would

1696do me the small kindnesse, but to lend me forty shillings:

1697So God help me, I will pay you so soon as my ability shall

1698make me able, as I am a Gentleman.

1699Oli. Well, thou zaist thy wife is zick: hold, there's vor-

1700ty shillings, gived it to thy wife, look thou give it her, or

1701I shall zo veze thee, thou wert not zo vezed this zeven

1702year, look to it.

1703Arth. Ifaith, M. Oliver, it is in vain

1704To give to him that never thinks of her.

1705Oli. Well, would che could yvind it.

1706Flow. I tell you true, Sir Arthur, as I am a gentleman.

1707Oli. Well, farewell zirrha: come, Sir Arthur.

1709Flow. By the Lord, this is excellent.

1710Five golden Angels compast in an hour,

1711If this trade hold, I'le never seek a new.

1712Welcome sweet gold, and beggery adieu.

1714Unc. See, Kester, if you can find the house.

1715Flow. Whose here, my Uncle, and my man Kester?

1716By the Masse 'tis they.

1717How do you, Uncle, how do'st thou, Kester?

1718By my troth, Uncle, you must needs lend

1719Me some money, the poor Gentlewoman

1720My wife, so God help me, is very sick,

1721I was rob'd of the hundred Angels

1722You gave me, they are gone.

1723Unc. I, they are gone indeed, come, Kester, away.

1724Flow. Nay, Uncle, do you here? good Uncle.

1725Unc. Out Hypocrite, I will not hear thee speak,

1726Come leave him, Kester.

1727Flow. Kester, honest Kester

1728Fath. Sir, I have nought to say to you,

1729Open the door to my kin, thou had'st best

1730Lockt fast, for there's a false knave without.

1731Flow. You are an old lying Rascal,

1732So you are.

1735Luce. Vat is de matter, Vat be you, yonker?

1737Kind, by this light I'le cry her.

1738Luce. Vat be you, yonker, why do you not speak?

1739Flow. By my troth, sweet heart, a poor Gentleman

1740that would desire of you, if it stand with your liking, the

1741bounty of your purse.

1743Luce. O here God, so young an Armine.

1744Flow. Armine, sweet-heart, I know not what you mean

1745by that, but I am almost a beggar.

1746Luce. Are you not a married man, vere bin your vife?

1747Here is all I have, take dis.

1748Flow. What gold, young Frow? this is brave.

1749Fath. If he have any grace, he'll now repent.

1750Luce. Why speak you not, were be your vife?

1751Flow. Dead, dead, she's dead, 'tis she hath undone me?

1752Spent me all I had, and kept Rascals under my nose to

1753brave me.

1754Luce. Did you use her vell?

1755Flow. Use her, there's never a Gentlewoman in En-

1756gland could be better used then I did her, I could but

1757Coach her, her Diet stood me in forty pound a month,

1758but she is dead and in her grave, my cares are buried.

1759Luce. Indeed dat vas not scone.

1760Fath. He is turned more devil then he was before.

1761Flow. Thou do'st belong to Master Civet here, do'st

1762thou not?

1763Luce. Yes, me do.

1764Flow. Why there's it, there's not a handfull of plate

1765But belongs to me, God's my Judge:

1766If I had such a wench as thou art,

1767There's never a man in England would make more

1768Of her, then I would do, so she had any stock.

1770O why Tanikin.

1771Luce. Stay, one doth call, I shall come by and by a-

1772gain.

1774Were it not admirall to make her steal

1775All Civet's Plate, and run away.

1776Fath. 'Twere beastly. O M. Flowerdale,

1777Have you no fear of God, nor conscience:

1778What do you mean, by this vild course you take?

1779Flow. What do I mean? why, to live, that I mean.

1780Fath. To live in this sort, fie upon the course,

1781Your life doth show, you are a very coward.

1782Flow. A coward, I pray in what?

1783Fath. Why you will borrow six-pence of a boy.

1784Flow. 'Snails, is there such a cowardise in that? I dare

1785Borrow it of a man, I, and of the tallest man

1786In England, if he will lend it me:

1787Let me borrow it how I can, and let them come by it

1788how they dare.

1789And it is well known, I might a rid out a hundred times

1790If I would, so I might.

1791Fath. It was not want of will, but cowardise,

1792There is none that lends to you, but know they gain:

1793And what is that but onely stealth in you?

1794Delia might hang you now, did not her heart

1795Take pitty of you for her sisters sake.

1796Go get you hence, least lingering here you stay,

1797You fall into their hands you look not for.

1798Flow. I'le tarry here, till the Dutch Frow

1799Comes, if all the devils in hell were here.

1803Lan. Where is the door? are we not past it Artichoak?

1804Arti. By th'Masse here's one, I'le ask him, do you

1805hear, sir?

1806What, are you so proud? do you hear, which is the way

1807To M. Civet's house? what, will you not speak?

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?

1812A cozening rascal, that must make a will,

1813Take on him that strict habit, very that:

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:

1818And to abuse good Master Weathercock, with his forged

1819 will,

1821Then to abuse the Devonshire Gentlemen:

1822Go, away with him to prison.

1823Flow. Wherefore to prison? sir, I will not go.

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.

1831Vnc. He is my kinsman, although his life be vild,

1832Therefore, in Gods name, doe with him what you will.

1833Lance. Marry to prison.

1834Flow. Wherefore to prison, snick-up? I owe you

1835 nothing.

1836Lan. Bring forth my daughter then, away with him.

1837Flow. Go seek your daughter, what do you lay to my

1838 charge?

1839Lance. Suspition of murder, go, away with him.

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.

1846Luce. O my life, where will you ha de man?

1847Vat ha de yonker done?

1848Wea. Woman, he hath kill'd his wife.

1849Luce. His wife, dat is not good, dat is not seen.

1850Lance. Hang not upon him, huswife, if you do I'le lay

1851 you by him.

1852Luce. Have me no, and or way do you have him,

1853He tell me dat he love me heartily.

1854Fran. Lead away my maid to prison, why, Tom, will

1855 you suffer that?

1856Civ. No, by your leave, Father, she is no vagrant:

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.

1864Luce. I am no Trull, neither outlandish Frow,

1865Nor he, nor I shall to the prison go:

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.

1872Lance. Bastard in nature, kneel to such a slave?

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.

1880What turn'st thou still from me? O then

1881I guess thee wofull'st among haplesse men.

1882Flow. I am indeed, wife, wonder among wives!

1883Thy chastity and vertue hath infused

1884Another soul in me, red with defame,

1885For in my blushing cheeks is seen my shame.

1886Lance. Out Hypocrite, I charge thee trust him not.

1887Luce. Not trust him, by the hopes after bliss,

1888I know no sorrow can be compar'd to his.

1889Lan. Well, since thou wert ordain'd to beggery,

1890Follow thy fortune, I defie thee.

1891Oli.Ywood che were so well ydoussed as was ever white

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.

1895Wea. By my troth I must weep, I cannot choose.

1896Unc. None but a beast would such a maid misuse.

1897Flow. Content thy self, I hope to win his favour,

1898And to redeem my reputation lost:

1899And, Gentlemen, believe me, I beseech you,

1900I hope your eyes shall behold such change,

1901As shall deceive your expectation.

1902Oli. I would che were split now, but che believe him.

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.

1907Oli. Well, che vor ye he is changed: and, M. Flower-

1908dale, in hope you been so, hold there's vorty pound to-

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,

1913I will instruct you in my ablest power:

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.

1919Oli. What, restore me no restorings, man,

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

1923have an hundred pound more to pace of any good spota-

1924tion: I hope your under and your Uncle will vollow my

1925zamples.

1926Unc. You have guest right of me, if he leave off this

1927course of life, he shall be mine Heir.

1928Lan. But he shall never get groat of me;

1929A Cozener, a Deceiver, one that kill'd his painfull

1930Father, honest Gentleman, that passed the fearfull

1931Danger of the sea, to get him living & maintain him brave.

1932Wea. What hath he kill'd his father?

1933Lance. I, sir, with conceit of his vild courses.

1934Fath. Sir, you are misinformed.

1935Lan. Why, thou old knave, thou told'st me so thy self.

1937There's twenty Nobles for to make amends.

1938Flow. No Kester, I have troubled thee, and wrong'd

1939 thee more,

1940What thou in love gives, I in love restore.

1941Fran. Ha, ha, sister, there you plaid bo-peep with

1942Tom, what shall I give her toward houshold?

1943Sister Delia, shall I give her my Fan?

1944Del. You were best ask your husband.

1945Fran. Shall I, Tom?

1947Fran. A russet one, Tom.

1948Civ. I with russet feathers.

1949Fran. Here, sister, there's my Fan toward houshold,

1950to keep you warme.

1951Luce. I thank you, sister.

1952Wea. Why this is well, and toward fair Luces Stock,

1953here's forty shillings: and forty good shillings more, I'le

1954give her marry. Come Sir Lancelot, I must have you

1955friends.

1956Lance. Not I, all this is counterfeit,

1957He will consume it, were it a Million.

1958Fath. Sir, what is your daughters dower worth?

1959Lance. Had she been married to an honest man,

1960It had been better then a thousand pound.

1961Fath. Pay it him, and I'le give you my bond,

1962To make her joynter better worth then three.

1963Lance. Your bond, sir, why what are you?

1964Fath. One whose word in London though I say it,

1965Will passe there for as much as yours.

1966Lan. Wert not thou late that unthrifts serving-man?

1967Fath. Look on me better, now my scar is off.

1968Nere muse man at this metamorphosie.

1969Lance. Master Flowerdale.

1970Flow. My father, O I shame to look on him.

1971Pardon, dear father, the follies that are past.

1972Fath. Son, son, I do, and joy at this thy change,

1973And applaud thy fortune in this vertuous maid,

1974Whom heaven hath sent to thee to save thy soul.

1975Luce. This addeth joy to joy, high heaven be prais'd.

1976Wea. M. Flowerdale, welcome from death, good Mr.

1977 Flowerdale.

1978'Twas sed so here, 'twas sed so here good faith.

1979Fath. I caus'd that rumour to be spread my self,

1980Because I'd see the humours of my son,

1981Which to relate the circumstance is needlesse:

1982And sirrha, see you run no more into that same disease:

1983For he that's once cured of that maladie,

1984Of Riot, Swearing, Drunkenness, and Pride,

1985And falls again into the like distresse,

1986That fever is deadly, doth till death indure:

1987Such men die mad as of a calenture.

1988Flow. Heaven helping me, I'le hate the course as hell.

1989Unc. Say it, and do it Cousin, all is well.

1990Lan. Well, being in hope you'll prove an honest man,

1991I take you to my favour. Brother Flowerdale,

1992Welcome with all my heart: I see your care

1993Hath brought these acts to this conclusion,

1994And I am glad of it, come let's in and feast.

1995Oli. Nay zoft you a while, you promised to make

1996Sir Arthur and me amends, here is your wisest

1997Daughter, see which an's she'll have.

1998Lan. A Gods name, you have my good will, get hers.

1999Oli. How say you then Damsel, tyters hate?

2000Delia. I sir, am yours.

2001Oli. Why, then send for a Vicar, and chill have it

2002Dispatched in a trice, so chill.

2003Del. Pardon me, sir, I mean I am yours,

2004In love, in duty: and affection.

2005But not to love as wife, shall nere be said,

2006 Delia was buried, married, but a maid.

2007Arth. Do not condemne your self for ever

2008Vertuous fair, you were born to love.

2009Oli. Why you say true, Sir Arthur, she was ybore to it,

2010So well as her mother: but I pray you shew us

2011Some zamples or reasons why you will not marry?

2012Del. Not that I do condemne a married life,

2013For 'tis no doubt a sanctimonious thing:

2014But for the care and crosses of a wife,

2015The trouble in this world that children bring,

2016My vow is in heaven in earth to live alone,

2017Husbands howsoever good, I will have none.

2018Oli. Why then, chill live a Batchelor too,

2019Che zet not a vig by a wife, if a wife zet not a vig

2020By me: Come, shall's go to dinner?

2021Fath. To morrow I crave your companies in Mark-lane:

2022To night we'll frolick in M. Civet's house,

2023And to each health drink down a full Carouse,

2024FINIS.