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Lady. I am innocent here, and, on my life, I Froth. Be ready with your petition, and preMy ends are good.
To his good grace.
Enter WELLBORN, in a rich habit, GREEDY, And since this friendly privacy doth serve
MARRALL, AMBIE, ORDER, FURNACE, and But as an offered means unto our es
three creditors ; Tapwell, kneeling, delivers To search each other farther; you have shewn
his bill of debt. Your care of me, I my respect to you.
Well. How's this ! petitioned too!
A little trash, and a rich suit of clothes,
Mar. When your worship’s married,
[Ereunt. You may be- I know not what I hope to sco
you. SCENE II.-A landscape.
Well. Then look thou for advancement.
Mar. To be known
Your worship's bailiff, is the mark I shoot at. Tap. Undone ! undone! this was your coun- Well. And thou shalt hit it. sel, Froth,
Mar. Pray you, sir, dispatch Froth. Mine! I defy thee: did not Master These needy followers, and for my admittance, Marrall
[In this interim, Tapwell and Frotu flatter. (He has marred all, I am sure) strictly command ing and bribing Justice GREEDY.)
(Provided you'll defend me from sir Giles, (On pain of Sir Giles Overreach's displeasure)
Whose service I am weary of) I'll say something To turn the gentleman out of doors ?
You shall give thanks for. Tap. 'Tis true;
Well, Fear himn not. But now he's his uncle's darling, and has got Greedy. Who, Tapwell? I remember thy wife Master Justice Greedy (since he filled his belly) brought me, Athis commandment to do any thing;
Last new year's tide, a couple of fat turkies. Woe, woe to us!
Tap. And shall do every Christmas, let your Froth. He may prove merciful.
I can do any thing with him, on such termsWhen he was rogue Wellborn, no man would be - See you this honest couple ? they are good souls lieve him,
As ever drew out spigot; have they not
Well. I o'erheard you,
them; And ny hand hissing (if I 'scape the halter)
For of all the scum, that grew rich by my riots, With the letter R printed upon it.
This, for a most unthankful kpave, and this, Froth. Would that were the worst !.
For a base bawd and whore, have worst deserThat were but nine days wonder: as for credit,
ved; We have pone to lose; but we shall lose the mo- And therefore speak not for them. By your ney
place, He owes us, and his custom ; there's the hell You are rather to do me justice; lend me your on't.
ear, Tap. He has summoned all his creditors by Forget his turkeys, and call in his licence, the drum,
And, at the next fair, I'll give you a yoke of oxen And they swarın about him like so many soldiers
Worth all his poultry.
In my opinion-Mum! my passion is great! He shall be chronicled for it.
I fry like a burnt marrow-bone-Come nearer, Froth. He deserves it
rascal! More than ten pageants. But are you sure his And now I view him better, did you e'er see worship
One look so like an arch-knave? his very counComes this way to my lady's?
tenance, [A cry within, brave MR WELLBORN! Should an understanding judge but look on him, Tep. Yes, I hear him.
Would hang him, though he were innocent,
Tap and Froth. Worshipful sir !
Well. Pray you, on before ; Greedy. No; though the Great Turk came I'll attend you at dinner. instead of turkies,
Greedy. For Heaven's sake don't stay long; To beg my favour, I am inexorable :
It is almost ready.
[Exit GREEDY. Thou hast an ill-name; for, except thy musty
Mar. At four o'clock the rest know where to ale, That hath destroyed many of the king's liege [Ereunt ORDER, FURNACE, AMBLE, and Crepeople,
ditors.] Thou never hadst in thy house, to stay men's sto- Well. Now, Mr Marrall, what's the weighty
Mar. Sir, time nor place
Will come upon you for security,
consent to. And do it before I eat.
As he grows in heat (as I am sure he will), Froth. No mercy
Be you but rough, and say, he's in your debt, Greedy. Vanish.
Ten times the sum, upon sale of your land : If I shew any, may my promised oxen gore me! I had a hand in't, (I speak it to my shame) Tap. Unthankful knaves are ever so rewarded. When you were defeated of it.
[Ei eunt Tapwell and Froth. Well. That's forgiven. Well. Speak; what are you?
Mar. I shall deserve it, then. Then urge him 1 Cred. A decayed vintner, sir,
to produce That might have thrived, but that your worship The deed, in which you passed it over to him,
Which I know he'll have about him, to deliver With trusting you with muscadine and eggs, To the lord Lovell, with many other writings, And five pound suppers, with your after-drink- And present monies. I'll instruct you farther, ings,
As I wait on your worship. If I play not my part When you lodged upon the bankside.
To your full content, and your uncle's much vexWell, I remember.
W'ell. I rely upon
SCENE III.-A chamber in Sir Giles's house.
Enter ALLWORTH and MARGARET.
lord's Which was all my stock; but you failing in pay- Unequalled temperance, or your constant sweetment,
ness, I was removed rom the shop-board, and con- I yet rest doubtful. fined
Marg. Give it to lord Lovell ; Under a stall.
For what in him was bounty, in me is duty. Well. See him paid; and botch no more I make but payment of a debt, to which 2d Cred. I ask no interest, sir.
My vows, in that high office registered,
Are faithful witnesses.
Make wilful shipwreck of their faiths and oaths
To God and man, to fill the arms of greatness;
And you, with matchless virtue, thus to hold out,
I am so tender of your good, that I can hardly
gold, And I am able to spare it.
Marg. To me, what's title, when content is Order. You are too munificent.
wanting? Furn. He was ever so.
Or wealth, when the heart pines
In being dispossest of what it longs for?
[OVERREACH reads the letter. Or the smooth brow
Fair mistress, from your servant learn, all joys, Of a pleased sire, that slaves me to his will? * That we can hope for, if deferred, prove toys; And, so his ravenous humour may be feasted * Therefore, this instant, and in private, meet By my obedience, and he see me great, • A husband, that will gladly, at your feet, Leaves to my soul nor faculties nor power * Lay down his honours, tendering thein to you To make her own election.
* With all content, the church being paid her due.' Alta. But the dangers,
Over. Is this the arrogant piece of paper ? That follow the repulse !
fool ! Marg. To me they are nothing :
Will you still be one? In the name of madness, Let Allworth love, I cannot be unhappy.
what Suppose the worst; that, in his rage, he kill me; Could his good honour write more to content A tear or two by you dropt on my hearse, In sorrow for my fate, will call back life Is there aught else to be wished after these two, So far as but to say, that I die your's.
That are already offered ? Marriage first, I then shall rest in peace.
And lawful pleasure after : What would you Alla. Heaven avert
more? Such trials of your true affection to me!
Marg. Why, sir, I would be married like your Nor will it unto you, that are all mercy,
daughter, Sbew so much rigour. But since we must run Not hurried away in the night I know not whither, Such desperate hazards, let us do our best Without all ceremony; no friends invited, To steer between them.
To honour the solemnity.
Allw. An't please your honour,
His honourable kinsmen are far oft';
And his desires to have it done, brook not
So long delay as to expect their coming; The end may get prove happy: now, my Allo And yet he stands resolved, with all due pomp, worth!
To have his marriage at court celebrated, Allæ. To your letter, and put on a seeming When he has brought your honour up to London. anger.
[ Aside. Over. He tells you true ; 'tis the fashion, on Marg. I'll pay my lord all debts due to his
my knowledge : title;
Yet the good lord, to please your peevishness, And, when with terms not taking from his ho- Must put it off, forsooth. nour,
Marg. I could be contented, He does solicit me, I shall gladly hear bim :
but by to do a father's part, But in this peremptory, nay, commanding way, And give ine in the church. To appoint a meeting, and without my know- Over. So my lord have you, ledge;
What do I care who gives you? since my lord A priest to tye the knot, can ne'er be undone, Does propose to be private, I'll not cross hiin. Till death unloose it, is a confidence
I know not, Mr Allworth, how my lord In his lordship, that will deceive him.
May be provided, and therefore, there's a purse Allo. I hope better, good lady.
Of gold : 'twill serve this night's expence : toMarg. Hope, sir, what you please : for me, I must take a safe and secure course; I have I'll furnish him with any sums. In the mean A father, and, without his full consent,
time, Though all lords of the land kneeled for my fa- Use my ring to my chaplain; he is beneficed
At my manor of Gotham, and called parson I can grant nothing.
Welldo: Over. I like this obedience.
Tis no matter for a licence; I'll bear bim out in't. But whatsoever my lord writes, must, and shall be Marg. With your favour, sir, what warrant is Accepted and embraced.—[Aside.] --Sweet Mr Allworth,
He may suppose I got that twenty ways You shew yourself a true and faithful servant Without your knowledge; and, then, to be reTo your good lord; he has a jewel of you.
fused, How! frowning, Meg! are these looks to re- Were such a stain upon me—if you please, sir, ceive
Your presence would do better. A messenger from my lord? What's this? give Over. Still perverse ! me it.
I say again, I will not cross my lord, Marg. A piece of arrogant paper, like the in-Yet I'll pervent you, too-Paper and ink there. scription.
Allw. I can furnish you. VOL. II.
Over. I thank you, I can write then.
Methinks, I hear already knights and ladies
[Writes on his book. Say, sir Giles Overreach, how is it with Allu. You may, if you please, leave out the Your honourable daughter? has her honour name of my lord,
Slept well to-night? or, will her honour please
(This is state în ladies) or my eldest son
I am so full of joy! nay, joy all over ! [Erit.
SCENE I.-A chamber in LADY ALLWORTH's Presented me with this great favour, house.
I could not but have thought it as a blessing,
Far, far beyond my merit.
Lov. You are too modest,
My title, or whatever I call mine. In a word, That did, my lord, induce me to dispense Our years, our states, our births, are not unequal. A little with my gravity, to advance
If, then, you may be won to make me happy, The plots and projects of the down-trod Well- But join your hand to mine, and that shall be born.
A solemn contract.
Lady. I were blind to my own good,
Loc. If I return not, with all tenderness,
To her, that cannot doubt-You are welcome, sir.
Weil. And will continue
Such in my free acknowledgement, that I am Lady. Though my wishes
Your creature, madam, and will never hold Are with yours, my lord, yet give me leave to My life mine own, when you please to demand it. fear
Lov. It is a thankfulness, that well becomes The building, though well grounded. To de- you; ceive
You could not make choice of a better shape Sir Giles, that's both a lion and a fox
To dress your mind in.
Lady. For me, I am happy,
Sir Giles, your uncle?
Well. I hcard of him, madam,
for Lady. May be so.
Your lordship at his house; but, missing you,
Lou. I hope my project touk.
Enter OVERREACH, with distracted looks, driving
in MARRALL before him. My own unworthiness may answer for me; Lady. I strongly hope. For had you, when I was in my prime,
Over. Ha! find her, booby; thou huge lump
I'll bore thine eyes out else.
Dragged in your lavender robe, to the jail; you Well
. May it please your lordship, For some ends of my own, but to withdraw And therefore do not trifle. A little out of sight, though not of hearing;
Well. Can you be You may, perhaps, have sport.
So cruel to your nephew, now he is in Loo. You shall direct me. (Steps aside. The way to rise ? Was this your courtesy Over. I shall sol fa you, rogue !
You did me in pure love, and no ends else? Mar. Sir, for what cause
Over. End me no ends; engage the whole Do you use me thus ?
estate, Oper. Cause, slave! why, I am angry, And force your spouse to sign it: you shall have And thou a subject only fit for beating;
Three or four thousand more to roar and swagAnd so to cool my choler. Look to the writing;
ger, Let but the seal be broke upon the box,
And revel in bawdy taverns. That has slept in my cabinet these three years,
Well. And beg after : I'll rack thy soul for it.
Mean you not so?
Over. My thoughts are mine, and free.
Well. No, indeed, you shall not :
Nor bond, nor bill, nor bare acknowledgment : And the lord her husband? Are they in your Your great looks fright not me. house?
Over. But my deeds shallIf they are, discover, that I may bid them joy; Out-braved!
[They both draw. And, as an entrance to her place of honour, See your ladyship on her left hand, and inake
Enter AMBLE, Order, and FURNACE. curtsies
Lady. Help, murder! murder ! When she nods on you; which you must re
Wel, Let him cone on, ceive
With all his wrongs and injuries about him, As a special favour.
Armed with his cut-throat practices to guard Lady. When I know, sir Giles,
him; Her state requires such ceremony, I shall pay it; The right I bring with me will defend me, But, in the mean time,
And punish his extortion. I give you to understand, I neither know
Over. That I had thee Nor care where her honour is.
But single in the field ! Oder. When you once see her
Lady. You may; but make not Supported, and led by the lord her husband, My house your quarrelling scene. You'll be taught better-Nephew!
Over. Were it in a church, Well. Well!
By Heaven and hell, I'll do it! Oder. No more!
Mar. Now, put him to Well. Tis all I owe you.
The shewing of the deed. Oter. Have your redeemed rags
Well. This rage is vain, sir; Made you thus insolent?
For fighting, fear not, you shall have your
hands Well. Insolent to you !
full Why, what are you, sir, more than myself? Upon the least incitement; and whereas Ooer, His fortune swells him :
You charge me with a debt of a thousand pounds; Tis rank, he is married.
If there be law (howe'er you have no conscience) Lady. This is excellent !
Either restore my land, or I'll recover Oder. Sir, in calm language (though I seldom A debt, that is truly due to me from you, use it),
In value ten times more than what you challenge. I am familiar with the cause, that makes you Oder. I in thy debt! oh impudence! Did I Bear up thus bravely; there's a certain buz
not purchase Of a stolen marriage; Do you hear? of a stolen The land left by thy father? that rich land, marriage;
That had continued in Wellborn's name In which, 'tis said, there's somebody hath been Twenty descents; which, like a riotous fool,
cozened. I name no parties.
Enter Servant, with a bor. (Lady turns away. Well. Well, sir, what follows?
Thou didst make sale of? Is not here inclosed Over. Marry this, since you are peremptory, The deed, that does confirm it mine? remember,
Mar. Now, now. U pon mere hope of your great match, I lent you Well. I do acknowledge none; I ne'er passed A thousand pounds; put me in good security,
o'er And suddenly, by mortgage or by statute,
Such land; I grant, for a year or two, Of some of your new possessions, or I'll have you You had it in trust; which, if you do discharge,