Fathers own son a comedy formerly acted at the private house in Black Fryers, and now at the Theatre in Vere-Street by His Majesties servants / the author John Fletcher, Gent.

Scena Quarta.

Ent••r Hyl•••• and Sam••

Hyl.

I Care not for my broken he••d, But that it should be his plo••, and •• w••n••h too, A lowzie, lazie wench pre••••••'d to do•• it.

Sam.

Thou hadst as good be quiet, fo•• o' my co••scienc•• He'l put another on thee 〈◊〉〈◊〉

Hyl.

I am resolv'd To call him to account, was it not manif••st He meant a mischiefe to me, and laughed at me, When he l••y ••o••ring out, his leg was broken, And no such matter: had he broke hi•• necke, Indeed 'twould ne'r ha griev'd m••: gallow•••• g••ll him. Why should he 〈◊〉〈◊〉 but m••?

Sam.

Thou art 〈◊〉〈◊〉 r••ady To thrust thy selfe i••to th••se she occasions, And he as f••l•• o•• knavery to accept it.

Hyl.

Well, if I live, I'le hav•• a n••w ••ricke for him.

Sam.

That will not be amisse, but to fight with him Is to no purpose: besides, he's truely valiant, And a most deadly hand: thou never foughtst yet, Nor o' my cons••ien••e hast ••o ••••ith in ••ighting.

Hyl.

No, no, I will not fight.

Sam,

B••side the quarrell,

Which has a woman in't, to make it scurvy, Who would lye stinking in a Surgeons hands A moneth or two thi•• weather; for beleeve it, He never hurts under a quarters healing.

Hyl••

No 〈…〉〈…〉 thoug••••, I will not fight S••m, But watch my time

Sam.

To pay him with •• proje••t•• Watch hi•• too, I would wish ye: prethe•• ••••ll me, Do'st thou affect thes•• women still?

Hyl.

Yes faith Sam, I love 'em ev'n as well as ev'r I did, Nay, if my braine•• we•••• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 out•• I must ••o 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Sam.

Dost thou love any woman?

Hyl.

Any wom•••• Of what degr••e or ••alling.

Sam.

Of any age too?

Hyl.

Of any age•• from fourscore to ••ou••teen boy, Of any fashion.

Sam.

And def••ct too?

Hyl.

Right•• For those I love to leade ••e to repent••••••e•• A woman with no 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••ft••r my 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Shewes lik•• King Phil•••••• morall, 〈…〉〈…〉 mori, And she that has a wodden leg, demonstrate•• Like Hy••••c••it••s, w•• halt befor•• th•• g••llowes: An old one with one tooth, seem•••• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 lay••ou•• Sweet meat•• have sowre sawce•• she that'•• ••••ll of ••ch••••, Crum no•• your bread before you taste your po••••idg••, And many mor••l•• w•• may finde.

Sam.

'Tis well sir, Ye make so worthy uses: but quid 〈◊〉〈◊〉 What shall we now de••••rmin••?

Hyl.

Let's consider, An houre or two, how I may ••it this ••••llow.

Sam.

Let's f••nde him ••irst, he'l quickly give occasion•• But take heed to your s••l•••••• ••nd s••y •• warn'd y••: He has a p••••guy 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Hyl.

That ••t my 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Ex••unt. Musick.