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WEll what would you say now.
Are we free from any hearing.
Pray let me ask a question then.
Speak, but be not tedious— some weighty business sure.
Your answer shall be just.
Yes prethy speak without more conjuring.
Do you—
Out with it.
Do you love Mr. Money.
Yes what of that.
Faithfully.
Must I needs make my faith so familiar with your know∣ledge i'st my father hath made you thus inquisitive.
No (as I covet happiness) I love you, and would prevent you he is one unfit for your deserts, my heart grieves for you.
Surely the fellows honest, prethy why.
First of all you— are young, fair, and kind, he old gou∣ty and churlish,— you vertuous, wise, and loving, he vicious damdable vicious, he has tane in Baudy-houses night, by night— who but money— he makes the Old bauds beautiful the Whores Caper naked at his appearance, marry they have reason for it, he secures them from all troubles, he is acquainted with all the terrible Iustices about the Subburbs (& wondrous well beloved too, theyl take his word before the bond of an Alderman, then is he very foolish, for he prefers the cloath of Tishue, and Plush before noble Hospitality, and a hater of all vertue.
You say I am vertuous, why doth he love me then.
He doth not, I know he doth not.
Why doth he swear he loves proves it by guests, would marry me.
He says so, i'l answer, with a question, why doth the Devil feed with liquorish meats, spiritful Wine, high pride, hot lechery, and feathered ease, those that he means to damn, he marry ye, fy, fy, he shall but like the greedy Tree-worm, suck the sap of Reputation from you, and leave you wither'd.
These words carry a sence to be observed, though to me needless the Jenius that doth guard the Reputation, my chast soul affects hath preinform'd me thus, this sheweth his honest though, since thou art so chary of my honour, (and wilt I hope, persist in't, I shall invite thy Judgment to a greater difficult, for which I will not be a light rewarder,
Here's harmony.
Go send my Sister to me.
I shal forsooth I am all
The very contemplation of my Love, exhilirates my heart, his name exiles all passion, what an infusious Love— when I was free and with impartial eyes, vew'd every one (Eagle like) could I dare the Summer Sun now one slight beam hath dimn'd me here come my sister she is
Did you send for me Sister.
Yes, Mrs. Simper I did send to you.
What would you (pray).
Talk and prattle, nothing else, what dost thou think of my choice.
'Tis a deserving one, is this all.
No when dost thou think I shall see him again.
I cannot tell, pray heaven they both prove constant.
Is that thy meditation— dost thou fear it.
Yes, and my fears hold Angry.
That they'l be false, forbid it heaven if mine be capable of Oaths I cannot.
Nay I will hope the best, you have most cause to grieve if it prove so— you will loose the richest prize.
Not in your eye I hope
I am the happier
Prethy stay.
I am invited by a difficult subject requires my meditati∣ons for a while prethy excuse me.
I am invited by a difficult subject requires my meditati∣ons for a while, prethy exuse me, this is a Riddle learn or turn Sorceress and raise up the Ghost of Edipus to unfold it.
If you derive your Pedigree from the antient house of the Monies, ther's some affinity between us.
I'l assure you Sir we came in with the Conqueror my mo∣ther was a Pecunia.
What kin to the Argents,
Twas my fathers name.
Well said Frank bring me into the kindred too.
My mother was an Argent, my father an Aurum.
Why then your name is Gold Sir.
Yes sir, the best of my kindred lived in Barbery.
Then by that name I must salute you never noble couzen Gold.
Sweet couzen Money,— pray be acquainted with my Bro∣ther Iewel.
Bright Mr. Iewel. I pray salute my Ningle Credit.
Ningle Sir.
I sir, tis a familiar Term passeth betwixt us.
Good Mr. Credit. I salute you.
I return your salute pretious Mr. Jewel.
Indeed Sir, pretious is my Christen name.
Whether go you Gent. (if without offence I may desire it.)
Ye are married Gentlemen.
Married, yes, and I believe you know our wives— we married two Sisters, I the Lady Portion, and my Brother, the younger Sister, beauty.
Indeed the Lady Portion is my neer Kinswoman.
Yet more kindred
I am her fathers elder Brother.
Then Gentlemen we dare reveal our Voyage we are going to do, what you it seems have done.
Marry a couple of Virgins i'l lay my life.
And since happily we have met we shall desire you two, for Witnesses to such agreements as their Fathers, and we shall con∣clude upon.
Then you have the Wenches consents.
Firm, firm.
And yet were distrustful, Jealous of your friends.
No not Jealous.
Who is here my rival Money, and his Ningle Credit, with two Caveliers— the Old man is taking his Noons Nap, ile wake him with this news suddainly, hoping he will run out off his wits for Joy— master, master awake here are both your Son's Mr. Money and Mr. Credit.
Where my loyal Callumney, where where—
Look here Sir, look here, unless you stay them speedily two golden unthrifts (in whose clutches they now are) will car∣ry them from your sight for ever.
Forbid it Mammon, ile call to them, what if a man leap'd down Callumney— ile leap, may a man break his neck hear think'st thou.
His Neck scarce hurt his foot.
Do thou leap first good Calumny, to satisfie my fear, a little lead me the way.
Alas Sir, I appear so black and horrid I shall quite scare them from you.
Thou saiest true ile call, ile call, they will be gone ere I can moderately go down staires.
Call, fy leap Sir— 'tis but a squelch I have a kinsman an excellent bone setter.
Shall I, shall I, Callumny, I can have but a squelch thou sayest.
No, no.
I but twill be a Devilsh squelch— wilt thou be acces∣sary to thy good Masters death.
You might have been down by this time.
That I might I faith for ever rising. I might have had my last squelch— Vh, if I were sure my legs would come first to ground I would not care— well I will call, Son Money, Son Credit, Gentlemen whether go you.
O Father Clutch, no further then your house.
My faithful Sons— that I were within an embrace, but ile come immediately, imediately Gentlemen— you'l stay a while.
Yes wee will wait you sir:
Open the door Callumny.
I cannot find the key sir.
Not find the key, dainty fine tricks, where hath your Devil-ship laid it, break open the door, you Hell-hound.
I have found it now.
Did I call thee Hell-hound, forgive my passion gentle Callumny.
You are well beloved here Gentlemen.
Yes faith the Old man dotes upon us.