1106Sir God. Out varlet? it had full three thousand Lincks,

1107I have oft told it over at my prayers:

1108Over and over, full three thousand Lincks.

1109Frail. Had it so, sir, sure it cannot be lost then; I'le

1110put you in that comfort.

1111Sir God. Why? why?

1112Frail. Why if your Chain had so many Lincks, it

1113cannot chuse but come to light.

1115Sir God. Delusion. Now, long Nicholas, where is my

1116Chain.

1117Nich. Why about your neck, is't not, sir?

1118Sir God. About my neck, Varlet? my Chain is lost,

1119'Tis stoln away, I'me robb'd.

1120Wid. Nay, Brother, show your self a man.

1121Nic. If it be lost or stole, if he would be patient, Mi-

1122stresse, I could bring him to a Cunning Kinsman of mine

1123that would fetch it again with a Sesarara.

1124Sir God. Canst thou? I will be patient, say, where

1125dwells he?

1126Nic. Marry he dwells now, sir, where he would not

1127dwell and he could choose, in the Marshalsea, sir; but

1128he's an exlent fellow if he were out: h'as travell'd all the

1129world o're, he, and been in the seven and twenty Provin-

1130ces: why he would make it be fetcht, sir, if it were rid a

1131thousand mile out of town.

1132Sir God. An admirable fellow, what lies he for;

1133Nic. Why he did but rob a Steward of ten groats

1134tother night, as any man would ha done, and there he

1135lies for't.

1137Besides a bountifull reward, I'le about it,

1138But see the Clerks, the Justice will do much;

1139I will about it straight, good sister pardon me,

1140All will be well I hope, and turn to good,

1144Put. His Hostesse where he lies will trust him no

1145longer, she hath feed me to arrest him; if you will ac-

1146company me, because I know not of what nature the

1147Schollar is, whether desperate or swift, you shall share

1148with me, Serjeant Raven-shaw, I have the good Angel to

1149arrest him.

1150Raven. Troth I'le take part with thee then, Serjeant,

1151not for the sake of the money so much, as for the hate I

1152bear to a Schollar: why, Serjeant, 'tis naturall in us

1153you know to hate Schollars: naturall besides, they will

1154publish our imperfections, knaveries, and Conveyances

1155upon Scaffolds and Stages.

1156Put. I, and spightfully too; troth I have wondred

1157how the slaves could see into our breasts so much, when

1158our Doublets are button'd with Pewter.

1159Raven. I, and so close without yielding: oh, their

1160parlous fellowes, they will search more with their wits,

1161than a Constable with all his Officers.

1162Put. Whist, whist, whist, Yeoman Dogson, Yeoman

1163Dogson.

1164Dog. Ha? what sayes Serjeant?

1165Put. Is he in the Pothecaries shop still,

1166Dog. I, I.

1167Put. Have an eye, have an eye.

1168Raven. The best is, Serjeant, if he be a true Schollar

1169he weares no weapon I think.

1170Put. No, no, he weares no weapon.

1171Raven. Masse, I am right glad of that: 'thas put me

1172in better heart; nay if I clutch him once, let me alone

1173to drag him if he be stiff-necked; I have been one of

1174the six my self, that has dragg'd as tall men of their hands,

1175when their weapons have bin gone, as ever bastinado'd

1176a Serjeant---I have done I can tell you.

1177Dog. Serjeant Puttock, Serjeant Puttock.

1178Put. Hoh.

1179Dog. He's comming out single.

1180Put. Peace, peace, be not too greedy, let him play a

1181little, let him play a little, we'll jerk him up of a sudden,

1182I ha fisht in my time.

1183Raven I, and caught many a fool, Serjeant.

1185Pye. I parted now from Nicholas: the Chain's couch't,

1186And the old Knight has spent his rage upon't,

1187The Widow holds me in great admiration

1188For cunning Art: 'mongst joyes I'me e'ne lost,

1189For my device can no way now be crost,

1190And now I must to prison to the Captain, and there---

1191Put. I arrest you, sir.

1192Pye. Oh---I spoke truer then I was aware, I must to

1193prison indeed.

1194Put. They say you're a Schollar, nay sir---Yeoman

1195Dogson, have care to his armes---you'll raile again Ser-

1196jeants, and stage 'em: you tickle their vices.

1197Pye. Nay, use me like a Gentleman, I'me little lesse.

1198Put. You a Gentleman? that's a good jest ifaith;

1199can a Schollar be a Gentleman,---when a Gentleman

1200will not be a Schollar;---look upon your wealthy Citi-

1201zens Sons, whether they be Schollars or no, that are Gen-

1202tlemen by their Fathers Trades: a Schollar a Gentleman!

1203Pye. Nay, let Fortune drive all her stings into me,

1204she cannot hurt that in me, a Gentleman, Accidens in-

1205separabile to my blood.

1206Raven. A rablement, nay you shall have a bloody

1207rablement upon you I warrant you.

1208Put. Go, Yeoman Dogson, before, and enter the A-

1209ction ith' Counter.

1211Whether you please to have me.

1212Put. Oh, he's tame, let him loose Serjeant.

1213Pye. Pray at whose Suit is this?

1214Put. Why, at your Hostesses Suit where you lie, Mi-

1215stresse Cunniburrow, for bed and board, the summe four

1216pound five shillings and five pence.

1217Pye. I know the summe too true, yet I presum'd

1218Upon a farther day; well, 'tis my starres:

1219And I must bear it now, though never harder.

1220I swear now, my device is crost indeed.

1221Captain must lie by't: this is Deceits seed.

1222Put. Come, come away.

1223Pye. Pray give me so much time as to knit my garter,

1224and I'le away with you.

1225Put. Well, we must be paid for this waiting upon you,

1227Pye. I am now wretched and miserable, I shall ne're

1228recover of this disease: hot Iron gnaw their fists: they

1229have struck a Fever into my shoulder, which I shall ne're

1230shake out again I fear me, till with a true Habeas Corpus

1231the Sexton remove me, oh if I take prison once, I shall be