PRithee widow be not in∣cens'd, we'll shew our selves like yong Lords shortly; and you know, I Hope, they use to pay their debts.
I, you talk of great matters, I wis, but I'm sure I could never see a groat yet of your money.
Why I tell you my pockets have not been guilty of any small money in my remem∣brance.
I know not, but all things are grown dear of late; our Beef costs three shillings a stone, and the price of corn is rais'd too.
Nay, mother, coals are rais'd too, they say. These things you think cost no∣thing.
Nay, Tabytha, Mistress Tabytha! ifaithlaw now I'll make a Psalm for you, and be but peaceable.
I'm onely for Odes, by the Muses, and the quickest for them, I think, in the Christian world, take in Turks, Infidels, Jews and all.
Have but a little patience, widow; well• I'll say this for thee, thou art the ho∣nestest Landlady upon the face of the earth, which makes me desire to live in your house; and you shall not lose by't: do but mark the end.
I stand not so much upon that; but I use to ha' Lawyers in my house, such civil compleat gentlemen in their Sattin doublets (I warrant you) and broad ruffs, as passes; and Courtiers, all to be lac'd and slasht, and fine fellows as you shall see in a summers day; they would not say Why do ye this? to a wo∣man: and then Knights.
I, and Gentlemen too, mother.
But you, forsooth, come in drunk every night, and fall a sweari•g as if you would rend the house in two, and then mum∣ble and tumble my daughters cloathes, she says.
I, and would have—
What would we have done?
Nay no good, I warrant you.
And then you drink up a kilderkin of small beer next morning.
All this shall be corrected and amended, Landlady: yes faith, Cutter, thou must repent, thou hast been to blame some∣times.
Besides, you are always so full of your fripperies, and are always a grinning and sneering at every thing: I was wont to have sober boorders in my house, and not such hee-hee-heeing fellows.
Nay, they mock'd and fleer'd at us as we sung the Psalm the last Sunday-night.
That was that mungrel Rhymer; by this light, he envies his brother Poet ho∣nest Iohn Sternhold, because he cannot reach his heights.
O the father! the Colonel's as full of waggery as an egge's full of meat: I warrant, M. Dogrel, what you get by him you may e'en put i' your eye, and ne'er see the worse for't.
Well, and how dost ifaith now, ho∣nest Landlady? when shall we walk again into Moor-fields, and rejoyce at the Queens Cake-house?
I'll bespeak Cakes and Ale o'th' purpose there; and thou shalt eat stew'd Prunes, little Tabytha, till thy smock drop again. A word i' you ear, Landlady: Can you accommodate us with two shillings?
We will restore again, and thank you for your pain.
I'll tell you a secret, Landlady: Captain Blade and I shall be call'd shortly to the Court; the King has taken notice of our deserts: I say no more: though yet thou scorn'st me, Tabytha, I'll make thee a Lady one day. Will you lend, widow? Great af∣fairs bid me make haste.
I care not much if I trust you for once: Come in and take it.
Buss me no bussings. O lord, how you tumble my gorget!