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

1232prest to death with Actions, but not to happy as speedily;

1233perhaps I may be forty year a pressing till I be a thin old

1234man, that looking through the grates, men may look

1235through me; all my means is confounded, what shall I

1236do? has my wit served me so long, and now give me the

1237slip (like a train'd servant) when I have most need of

1238'em: no device to keep my poor carcase from these Put-

1239tocks?---yes, happinesse, have I a paper about me now?

1240yes too, I'le try it, it may hit, Extremity is Touch-stone

1241unto wit, I, I.

1242Put. 'Sfoot how many yards are in thy Garters, that

1243thou art so lo long a tying on them? come away sir.

1244Pye. Troth Serjeant I protest; you could never ha

1245took me at a worse time, for now at this instant, I have

1246no lawfull picture about me.

1247Put. 'Slid how shall we come by our fees then.

1248Rav. We must have fees, sirra.

1249Pye. I could have wisht ifaith, that you had took me

1250halfe an hour hence for your own sake, for I protest if

1251you had not crost me, I was going in great joy to receive

1252five pound of a Gentleman, for the Device of a Mask

1253here, drawn in this paper but now, come, I must be con-

1254tented, 'tis but so much lost, and answerable to the rest of

1255my fortunes.

1256Put. Why how far hence dwells that Gentleman?

1257Rav. I, well said Serjeant, 'tis good to cast about for

1258mony.

1259Put. Speak, if it be not far---

1260Pye. We are but a little past it, the next streeet behind us.

1261Put. 'Slid we have waited upon you grievously already,

1262if you'll say you'll be liberal when you ha't, give us double

1263fees, and spend upon's, why we'll show you that kind-

1264ness, and go along with you to the Gentleman.

1265Rav I, well said still Serjeant, urge that.

1266Pye. Troth if it will suffice, it shall all be among you,

1267for my part I'le not pocket a penny, my Hostess shall

1268have her four pound five shillings, and bate me the five

1269pence, and the other fifteen shillings I'le spend upon you.

1270Ravinish. Why now thou art a good Schollar.

1271Put. An excellent Schollar ifaith; has proceeded very

1272well alate; come, we'll along with you.