The sparagus garden a comedie. Acted in the yeare 1635. by the then Company of Revels, at Salisbury Court. The author Richard Brome.

Act. 4. Scene 8

Enter Gilbert with his arme in a Scarffe.

Caut.

Mr. Goldwire, what's your haste?

Gil

I come to crye you mercy, and this good gentleman; And this sweet Gentlewoman, who I take it Is his faire Neece, of whom you are in treaty; If it be not already gone too farre; Let me entreate you not to put your finger Further i'the businesse in behalfe of your Nephew.

Caut.

You first mov'd me to't.

Gil.

Tis that repents me: Your base unworthy Nephew has abus'd me; I doe not speake it for a slight hurt he has gi'n me, But for his breach of Faith to another Virgin.

Ann.

Oh me; and would you speak for such a man?

Gil.

And the false way, the plot he had upon you, To put you on this enterprize, the Quarrell▪

In which he rescu'd you, to indeere himselfe to you, Was a meere counterfeit squable, a very tricke Contriv'd betwixt him▪ and his brother Poet T'abuse your goodnesse: J leave it to your consideration sir: I am in haste; and so I wish you health sir; And you much happinesse in a husband Lady.

Gives her a letter. Ex.

An.

Has given me here a letter; I want but Place fit to peruse it.

Caut.

Had he a plot upon me, Ile have my plot too; And now woe for my selfe sir if you please.

Stri.

Sir, let me tell you, I thinke well of you, uh, uh, Deceipt becomes not dying men you know, Shee would make ee'ne too good a wife for you: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 I have heard sir of your disposition, Never to marry without best assurance, First, of Virginity, and then of Chastity, In her that you would chuse; and let me tell you, uh, uh, I know not where you can so well be fitted: She's right, uh, uh, if you dare take a weak mans word, Deceipt would ill become me, uh, uh.

Caut.

I take you at your word, and thanke you sir.

Stri.

Vh, uh, uh, uh—O lay me in my bed: You need not leave me yet sir.

Caut.

No sir, no, It shall be a match, or no match ere I goe.

Exeunt omnes.

They lead Striker forth.