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 Octava.

Enter Hylas and Sam.

Sam.

VVHere hast thou been man?

Hyl.

Is there nev'r a shop open? I'le give thee a paire of gloves Sam.

Sam.

What's the matter?

Hyl.

What do'st thou thinke?

Sam.

Thou art not married?

Hyl.

By th'masse but I am, all to be married, I am i'th order now Sam.

Sam.

To whom prethee? I thought there was some such trick in't, you ••tole from m•• But who, sor heaven sake?

Hyl.

Ev'n the sweetest woman, The rarest woman Samuel, and the lustiest, But wondrous honest, honest as the ice boy, Not a bit before hand, for my life, sirha, And of a lusty kindred.

Sam.

But who Hylas?

Hyl.

The yong gentleman and I are like to be friends a∣gaine,

The fates will have it so.

Sam.

Who, Monsieur Thomas?

Hyl.

All wrongs forgot.

Sam.

O now I smell ye Hylas. Do's he know of it?

Hyl.

No, ther's the tricke I owe hi•• ••Tis done boy, we are fast faith, my youth now Shall know I am aforehand, for his qualities••

Sam.

Is there no tricke in't?

Hyl.

None, but up and ride boy: I have made her no joynture neither, there I have paid him••

Sam.

She's a brave wench.

Hyl.

She shall be, as I'le use her, And if she anger me, all his abuses I'le clap upon her Caslocke.

Sam.

Take heed Hylas••

Hyl.

'Tis past that Sam, come, I must meet her presently, And now shalt ••ee me, a most glo••ious husband.

Exeunt.