Shir. Sir, what so ere you are, I do more then admire you. 76 Wid. O, I, if you knew all, Maister Shiriffe, as you shall doe, you would say then, that here were two of the rarest men within the walls of Christendome. 80 Shir. Two of 'em? O wonderfull. Officers, I discharge you, set him free, all's in tune. Sir Godf. I, and a banquet ready by this time, Maister Sheriffe, to which I most cheerefully enuite you, and your late prisoner there. See you this goodly chaine, sir? mun, no more words, twas lost, and is found againe; come, my inestimable bullies, weele talke of your noble Acts in sparkling Charnico, and in stead of a Lester, weele ha the ghost ith white sheete sit at vpper end a'th Table. 91 Sheriff. Exlent merry, man, yfaith. (Exeunt all but Frances.) Franck Well, seeing I am enioynd to loue and marry, My foolish vow thus I casheere to Ayre Which first begot it.-Now, loue, play thy part; The scholler reades his lecture in my heart. 96 (Exit.) 9 Edm. I shall haue a simple Father inlawe, a braue Captaine able to beate all our streete: Captaine Idle. Now my Ladie Mother wilbe fitted for a delicate name: my Ladie Idle, my Ladie Idle, the finest name that can be for a woman; and then the Scholler, Maister Pieboord, for my sister Francis, that wilbe Mistris Francis Pie-boord.-Mistris Francis Pie-boord! theill keepe a good table I warrant you. Now all the knights noses are put out of ioynt; they may go to a bone setters now. 33 Cap. O, the musitians! I pree the, Maister Edmond, call 'em in and licquour 'em a little. Ed. That I will, sweete Captaine father in law, and make ech of them as drunck as a common fiddeler. [Exeunt omnes. Fra. What, al ready, Maister Edmond? Ed. Nay, go, hie thee: first run to the Sexton, and runne to the Clarke, and then run to Maister Pigman the Parson, and then run Enter Sir Iohn Penidub, and Moll aboue lacing (SCENE II. The same.) to the Millanor, and then run home agen. Frail. Heer's run, run, run▬▬ of her clothes. Ed. But harke, Frailty. Fra. What, more yet? Mol. Who's there? Edm. Has the maides remembred to strew the way to the Church. selfe. 20 you to be so rare a stirrer? Mol. Who? Sir Iohn Penidub? O you'r an Frail. Fagh, an houre ago; I helpt 'em my early cocke, ifayth: who would haue thought 6 Pen. Preethe, Mol, let me come vp. Mol. No, by my faith, Sir Iohn, Ile keepe you downe, for you Knights are very dangerous if once you get aboue. Pen. Ile not stay, ifaith. ΙΟ Mol. Ifaith, you shall staie, for, Sir Iohn, Scene II. etc. add. M (SCENE IV. A street; a church appearing.) Enter the two Bridegromes, Captaine and Scholler; after them, Sir Godfrey and Edmond, Widdow changde in apparell, mistris Francis led betweene two Knights, Sir Iohn Penny-dub and Moll: there meetes them a Noble man, Sir Oliuer Muckil, and Sir Andrew Tip-staffe. Nob. By your leaue, Lady. Wid. My Lord, your honour is most chastly welcome. Skir. Dare wee? een to their wezen pipes. We know all their plots, they cannot squander Nob. Madam, tho I came now from court, with vs; they haue knauishly abusd vs, made I come not to flatter you: vpon whom can I onely properties on's to aduance their selues iustly cast this blot, but vpon your owne forevpon our shoulders, but they shall rue their head, that know not inke from milke? such abuses. This morning they are to bee married. is the blind besotting in the state of an Muck. Tis too true; yet if the Widdow be vnheaded woman thats a widdow. For it is not too much besotted on slights and forgeries, the property of all you that are widdowes the reuelation of their villanies will make 'em (a hand full excepted) to hate those that loathsome: and to that end, be it in priuate honestly and carefully loue you, to the mainto you, I sent late last night to an honourable tenance of credit, state, and posterity, and personage, to whom I am much indebted in strongly to doat on those, that only loue you kindnesse, as he is to me, and therefore pre- to vndo you: who regard you least are best sume vpon the paiment of his tongue, and that regarded, who hate you most are best beloued. hee will lay out good words for me: and to And if there be but one man amongst tenne speake truth, for such needfull occasions, I thousand millions of men that is accurst, onely preserue him in bond, and some-times disastrous, and euilly planeted, whome Forhe may doe mee more good here in the Cittie tune beates most, whome God hates most, by a free word of his mouth, then if hee had and all Societies esteeme least, that man is paide one halfe in hand, and tooke Doomesday suere to be a husband.-Such is the peeuish for t'other. 26 Moone that rules your bloods. An Impudent fellow best woes you, a flattering lip best wins you, or in a mirth who talkes roughliest is most sweetest; nor can you distinguish truth from forgeries, mistes from Simplisity: witnes those two deceitfull monsters that you haue entertaind for bride-groomes. Tip. In troth, Sir, without soothing bee it spoken, you haue publisht much iudgement in these few words. Muck. For you know, what such a man vtters will be thought effectuall and to waighty purpose, and therefore into his mouth weel put the approoued theame of their forgeries. Skir. And Ile maintaine it, Knight, if yeele be true. Enter a seruant. Muck. How now, fellow? 35 Wid. Deceitfull! 29 Cap. Sfoote, who has blabd, George? that foolish Nicholas? Nob. For what they haue besotted your easie blood withall weare nought but forgeries: Seru. May it please you, Sir, my Lord is the fortune telling for husbands, the connewly lighted from his Coache. Scene III. etc. add. M 9 on's] of us M yeele pr. ed.: sheele Q, Ff: you'll Haz. 40 seauen Q: heaven Ff 35 Ile] lee Q Scene IV. clc. FI 23 you bloods Q 42 41 at a cleuen Q add. M 11 bandfull 25 a om. Ff iuring for the chaine Sir Godfrey heard the falshod of: al nothing but meere knauery, deceit, and coozenage. 39 Wid. O wonderfull! indeed I wondred that my husband with all his craft could not keepe himselfe out of purgatory. Sir Godf. And I more wonder that my chaine should be gon and my Taylor had none of it. 45 Mol. And I wondred most of all that I should be tyed from marriage, hauing such a mind too't. Come, S(ir) Iohn Pennydub, faire wether on our side; the moone has chaingd since yester night. 50 Pie. The Sting of euery euill is with-in mee. Nob. And that you may perceaue I faine not with you, behould their fellow actor in those forgeries; who, full of Spleene and enuy at their so suddaine aduancements, reueled all there plot in anger. Pie. Base Souldier, to reueall vs. With mine owne hands. Nich. Deare Maister, oh. Nob. Nay, Knight, dwell in patience. And now, widdow, being so neere the Church, twer great pitty, nay vncharity, to send you home againe without a husband: drawe nerer you of true worship, state and credit, that should not stand so farre of from a widdow, and suffer forged shapes to come betweene you. Not that in these I blemish the true Title of a Captaine, or blot the faire margent of a Scholler; For I honnor worthy and deseruing parts in the one, and cherrish fruitfull Vertues in the other. Come Lady, and you, Virgin; bestowe your eys and your purest affections vpon men of estimation both in Court and Citty, that hath long woed you, and both with there hearts and wealth sincearly loue you. 103 Sir Godf. Good Sister, doe: Sweet little 56 Franke, these are men of reputation; you shalbe welcome at Court: a great creddit for a Cittizen, sweet Sister. Wid. Ist possible wee should be blinded so, and our eys open? Sir Godf. How, Sir? 69 Skir. Nay, ile proue it: for the chayne was but hid in the rosemary bancke all this while, and thou gotst him out of pryson to Coniure for it, who did it admirably fustianly; for indeed what neede any others when he knew where it was? 75 Sir Godf. O vilainy of vilanies! but how came my chaine there? Skir. Wheres truly la, in deed la, he that will not sweare, but lie, he that will not steale, But rob: pure Nicholas Saint Antlings? 80 Sir Godf. O Villaine! one of our society, knowst. Out, slaue! Ile rend my lyon from thy back 85 37 heare S 43 wonder'd M 74 needed Ff, etc. other M 76 vilanies] villains Ff Moll. And I, Sir Iohn, with soule, heart, lights and all. Sir Ioh. They are all mine, Moll. I 20 What honest Spirit but will applaud your choyce, And gladly furnish you with hand and voyce? A happy change which makes een heauen reioyce. Come, enter into your Ioyes, you shall not want 125 |