Five nevv playes, viz. The English moor, or the mock-marriage. The love-sick court, or the ambitious politique: Covent Garden weeded. The nevv academy, or the nevv exchange. The queen and concubine. / By Richard Brome.

Act. II.

Scaen. I.

Enter Mihill. Taylor. Shoomaker.

Mi.

NAy, but honest Shoomaker; thy honest price.

Sho.

I tell you intruth, Sir, 'tis as good a boot as e∣ver you pull'd on in your life.

Mi.

A little too streight, I doubt. What do you think o' my boots honest Tailor.

Tay.

They do exceeding handsomely, never trust me Sir.

Mi.

Never fear it Tailor, you shall trust me, and please you.

Tay.

You are pleasant Sir.

Mi.

And what do you think of my suite Shooma∣ker? can you say as much for the Tailor as he for you.

Sho.

A very neat suite, Sir, and becomes you ex∣cellent.

Mi.

Honest men both, and hold together; one would little think you were so near neighbours. Well, you, have fitted me both, I must confesse. But how I shall fit you, now there's the point.

Tay.

There's but one way for than and please you.

Sho.

With paying us our money Sit.

Mi.

Still both in a tale, I can not but commend your neighbourhood, I muse my Laundresse stayes,

I sent her three or foure wayes for moneys. But do not you stay for that. I have wayes enough to pay you. I have ploughes a going that you dream not of.

Tay.

No indeed, Sir, we dream of nothing but ready money, sleeping or waking.

Mi.

I shall be rich enough ne're fear't. I have a venter in the new soap businesse man.

Tay.

We are but servants, Sir. And our Ma∣sters themselves have no faith, in flippery pro∣jects.

Sho.

Besides, the women begin to grumble a∣gainst that slippery project shrewdly, and, 'tis feard, will mutinie sho tly.

Mi.

Burlakin, and they may prove more trouble∣some then a commotion of Sailors.

Enter Laundresse.

O welcome, Laundresse, where's the money.

Laun.

Not a penny of money, Sir, can I get. But here's one come to town has brought you enough, and you can have grace to finger it.

Mi.

Who's that I prithee.

Laun.

Your father, your father Sir. I met his man by great chance, who told me his Master meanes to steal upon you presently, and take you as he findes you.

Mi.

Is he come up with his crosse tricks. I hea••d he was to come. And that he meanes to live here altogether. He has had an aime these dozen years to live in town here, but never was fully bent on't un∣til the Proclamation of restraint spurr'd him up. 'Tis such a Crossewill. Well, he is my father, and I am utterly undone if thou help'st me not now at a pinch, at a pinch, dear Laundresse. Go borrow me a Gown,

and some foure or five Law-books? for, I protest, mine are in Duck-lane. Nay, trudge, sweet Laun∣dresse, trudge.—

Ex. Laun.

Honest Tailor and Shoemaker convey your selves away quietly, and I'll pay you to morrow, as I am a Gentleman:

Shoe.

As I am a Shoemaker, and that's a kinde of a Centleman, you know, I'll not stirre till I have my money, I am not an Asse Sir.

Mi.

No body sayes thou art.

Shoe.

I have had too many such tricks put upon me i' my dayes.

Mi.

A trick! as I hope for money it is no trick.

Shoe.

Well Sir, trick or no trick. I must have my money or my boots, and that's plain dealing.

Mi.

A pox o'th' boots, so my legs were out of 'hem. Would they were i'thy throat, spurres and all, you will not out.

Shoe.

No marry will we not.

Tay.

Well-said Shoomaker, I commend thee, thou hast a better heart then I, though my stomack's good.

Enter Laundresse.

Mi.

O well said, my good Laundresse. How am I bound to thee; yet all this wo'not do't Laundresse. Thou must bestir thy stumps a little further, and bor∣row me a couple of Gownes more for these Rascals here that will not away.

Laun.

How! wo'not away? And they were well serv'd, they would be thrust out of doors for saucie companions. Your Masters would not put a Gentle∣man to his trumps thus.

M;.

Nay, svveet Laundresse, restrain thy tongue, and stretch thy feet. A couple of Govvns, good

Laundresse, and forget not caps.

Ex.

If I do novv furnish you like Civil Lavvyers, and you do not keep your countenances; if ever you do but peep in at the Hall-door at Christmas to see the revels, I'le have you set i'th' stocks for this beleeve it.

Sho.

If you do, Sir, I may hap be even vvith you before the year comes about, and set you in our stocks for't.

Tay.

But will you make Lawyers of us.

Mi.

Have you a minde to have your money you unbelieving Rascals.

Shoc.

I see your drift, and hope you'll prove an honest Gentleman.

Mi.

Thou hast some hope, though no faith nor trust in any man.

Shoe.

Alas, Sir, our Masters sit at grear rents, and keep great families.

Mi.

I cry you mercy, they are remov'd into the nevv plantation here, where, they say, are a tribe of Infidel-tradesmen, that have made a Law vvithin your selves to put no trust in Gentlemen. But beare your selves handsomely here you vvere best. I am acquainted vvith a crevv that haunts about your ha∣bitations, vvith whom I will joyne, and so batter your windows one of these nights else.—O welcom, Laundresse, how doest thou toile for me.

Laun.

Your fathers talking, as I am a woman, be∣low.—As thou art a woman below, well-said. Come on with these Gownes, and lets see how yow'll look. If we had time, the Shoomaker should wash his face; but seeing there is no remedy; pull the cap in your eyes, and good enongh. Now Laun∣dresse, set us stooles, and leave us.

Laun.

I hear him coming up.

Ex.

Mi.

Now let him come, we are ready for him. Shoomaker, keep your hand underneath the

book, that the pitch do not discover you.

Sho.

I warrant you, Sir.

Mi.

And Taylor, be sure you have no Needle on your sleeve, nor thread about your neck.

Tay.

I warrant you too for me, Sir.

Mi:

He's enrred.

Enter Croswill, Belt, and stand aside.

Mi.

Remitter, I say, is where a man hath two titles, that is to say, one of an elder, the other of a later. And he cometh to the land by the later title; yet the Law adjudgeth him to be in by the force of the elder title. If the tenant in the taile discontinee the taile, and after he diseaseth his dis∣continue, and so dieth seised, whereby the tenants descend to their issue, as to his Cousin inheritable by force of the taile. In this case the tenants descend, who have right by force of the taile, a Remitter in the taile taken for that in the Law, shall put and ad∣judge him to be in by force of descent. Pox on ye, speak something good or bad, somewhat.

Sho.

The Remitter, you say, is seised i'th' tail.

Mi.

Excellent Shoomaker, I say so, and again, I say, that if the tenant in the taile in feoffe his son, or his Cousin, inheritable by force of the taile, the which sonne or cousin at the time of the feoffment is within age, and after the tenant in the taile dierh, this is a Remitter to the heire in the taile to whom the feoffment is made, now Taylor.

Tay.

Think you so, Sir.

Mi.

Look either Fitzherbert, Perkins, or Dier, and you shall finde it in the second part of Richard Cordelyon. So much for Remitter. Novv I'll put a plain home-spun case, as a man may say, vvhich vve call a moot-case.

Sho.

I pray do Sir.

Cross.

Some father might take joy of such a sonne novv. This takes not me. No, this is not my vvay.

Mi.

The case is this

(aside)

pull up your grounds closer and behang'd, you are a Tailor, and you: a Shoomaker.

Sho.

And you owe us money.

Mi.

I put the case, I do, to you for a suit of clothes.

Tay.

Well.

Mi.

And to you for a paire of boots.

Sho.

True.

Mi.

I have broke my day with you both. Sup∣pose so.

Both.

Very well, we do.

Mi.

You clap a Sergeant o' my back. I put in bail, remove it, and carry it up into the upper Court, with habeas-Corpus; bring it down again into the lower Court with procedendo; then take it from thence, and bring it into the Chancery with a Cer∣tiorari; I; and if you look not to ••t, bring it out of the Chancery again, and thus will I keep you from your money till your suite and your boots be worne out before you recover penny of me.

Sho.

S••ly'd but you shall not, your father shall know all first.

Mi.

S'foot Shoomaker wilt thou be an Asse. I do but put a case, Have you not feen it tried.

Tay.

Yes, very often.

Cross.

Away with books. Away with Law. Away with madnesse. I, God blesse thee, and make thee his servant, and defend thee from Law, I say. Take up these books, sarrah, and carry them presently into Pauls Church-yard dee see, and change them all for Histo∣ries, as pleasant as profitable; Arthur of Britain,

Primalion of Greece, Amadis of Gaul, and such like de see.

Mi.

I hope he do's but jest.

Cross.

And do you heare, Sirrah.

Belt.

I Sir.

Cross.

Get Bells work, and you can, into the bar∣gain.

Belt.

Which Bell, Sir? Adam Bell, with Clim ••'th' Clough, and William of Cloudesley.

Cros.

Adam Bell you Asse? Valiant Bell that kill'd the Dragon.

Belt.

You mean St. George.

Cros.

Sir Jolthead, do I not. I'le teach you to chop logick, vvith me.

Mi.

Sfoot, how shall I answer my borrow'd books? Stay Belt. Pray Sir, do not change my books.

Cros.

Sir, Sir, I will change them and you too: Did I leave thee here to learn fashions and manners, that thou mightst carry thy self like a Gentleman, and dost thou wast thy brains in learning a language that I understand not a word of? ha! I had been as good have brought thee up among the wild Irish.

Mi.

Why alass Sir, Had I not better keep my self within my Chamber, at my Studie, then be rioting a∣broad, wasting both money and time, which is more precious then money? if you did know the inconve∣nience of company, you would rather incourage and commend my retir'd life, then any wayes dehort me from it.

Cros.

Why Sir did not I keep companie think you when I was young? Ha!

Ml.

Yes Sir; but the times are much alter'd, and youth more corrupted now, they did not drink and wench in those dayes, but nay, o 'tis abominable in these.

Cros.

Why this is that I fear'd, the boyes turning

meacock too, after his elder brother, 'twas time to look to him.

Nick. Rookesbill. Ant. Clotp.

Nich.

Why Croswill Mich. What, not up yet and behang'd. Or ha ye a wench a bed wye. Is this keep∣ing your home. Mihil runs to the door and holds it.

Mi.

Sfoot the Rogue Rooksbil and his crew, I fear'd as much.

Nic.

Break open the door, let me come to't.

Mi.

Forbear, or behang'd, you will undo me, my father's here. I'll meet you anon as I am honest.

Nic.

Your father's a Clowterdepouch. Nay, I will come then, what Madamoiselle do you call fa∣ther.

They Enter.

Mi.

You would not believe me. Pray be civil.

Ant.

'Tis so, we will Cry mercy, you are busie, we will not moote to day then?

Mi.

I hope you may excuse me, I'le be w'ye a∣non.

Nic.

Come to the Goat Capricorne. We have the bravest new discovery.

Ex.

Cros.

How now! what are these?

Mi.

They are Gentlemen of my standing, Sir, that have a little over-studied themselves, and are some∣what—.

Cros.

Mad; are they not? And so will you be shortly, if you follow these courses. Mooting do they call it? you shall moote nor mute here no long∣er. Therefore on with your cloak and sword, follow me to the Tavern and leave me such long-tail'd com∣pany as these are, for I do not like them.

Mi.

No more do I, Sir, if I knew how to be rid of 'hem.

Cros.

I think thou hast ne're a sword, hast thou, ha?

Mi.

Yes Sir.

Cros.

Where is it, Sir, let me se't Sir.

Mi.

'Tis here, under mybed, Sir.—Reach it.

Cros.

Why there's a Lawyers trick right, make his weapon companion with his Pisse-pot. Fie, fie, here's a tool indeed. There's money, Sir, buy you a good one, one with the Mathematical hilt as they terme it.

Mi.

It would do better in Mathematical books▪ Sir, offer me no money, pray Sir, but for books.

Cros.

Go to, you are a peevish Jack, do not pro∣voke me: do not you owe me obedience? ha!

Mi.

Yes Sir, I acknowledge it.

Cros.

'Tis good you do. Well, take that money; and put your selfe into cloathes befitting your rank, Do so. And let me see you, squirting about without a weapon, like an Attorneys Clerk in Tearm-time, and I'l weapon you, What, shall I have a Noddie of you. This frets him to the liver. Go to, never hang the head for the matter. For I tell thee I will have it so, and herein be knowen what I am.

[Aside

Mi.

You are known sufficiently for your crosse humour already; in which I'll try you if I can make you double this money, for this will not serve my turne.

Cros.

What have you told it after me, you had best weigh it too.

Mi.

No Sir, but I have computed that for my pre¦sent use, here is too much by halfe, pray Sir, take halfe back.

Cros.

Bodie o' me, what a perverse knave is this, to crosse me thus! Is there too much, say you? ha••

Mi.

Yes truly, sir.

Cros.

Let me see't. Go thy wayes, take thy mu∣sty books, and rhy rustie whittle here again. And take your foolish plodding dunci-coxcomely course, till I look after you again. Come away sirrah.

Ex. with Belt.

Mi.

Sfoot, who's the Gull now? Taylor, Shoo∣maker, you may go pawn your Gownes for any mo∣ney I am like to have.

Shoo.

We have all played the Lavvyers to pret∣ty purpose, in pleading all this while for nothing. Well sir, to avoid further trouble, I am content to withdravv my action, that is, pull off your boots a∣gain, and be jogging.

Tayl.

And for my part, sir, I can do no lesse then take you by default and non-suit you.

Enter Belt.

Mi.

Very good Lavvyers both, Is my father quite gone Belt?

Belt.

Gone in a tempest of high displeasure, sir: And has sent you here all the money he had about him; and bids you refuse it if you dare, 'tis above tvvice the summe he offered you before; but good sir, do not refuse it. He svvears he vvill try vvhe∣ther you or he shall have his vvill. Take heed you crosse him not too much.

Mi.

Well at thy request, because thou shalt not have anger for carrying it back again, I vvill accept.

Belt.

I thank you Sir. Consider, he's your fa∣ther, sir.

Mi.

I do most Reverend Belt. and vvould be loth to crosse him, although I may as much in taking his money as refusing it, for ought I knovv, for thou knovv'st 'tis his custome to crosse me, and the rest

of his children in all we do, to try and urge his obe∣dience; 'tis an odde way: therefore to help my self I seem to covet the things that I hate, and he pulls them from me; and makes shew of loathing the things I covet, and he hurles them doubly at me, as now in this money.

Belt.

Are you so crafty?

Mi.

Yes, but do thou put it in his head, and I'le pick out thy braines.

Belt.

You never knew an old Serving-man treache∣rous to his young Master: what? to the hopes o'th' house; you will be heire, that's questionlesse: for to your comfort, your elder brother growes every day more fool then the other. But now the rest of the message is, that you make haste, and come to my Master to the Goat in Covent-Garden, where he dines with his new Landlord to day.

Mi.

He has taken a house then.

Belt.

O, a most delicate one, vvith a curious Belconee and all belonging to't most stately.

Mi.

At the Goat does he dine, sayest thou.

Belt.

Yes sir.

Mi.

My crevv are gone thither too. Pray Mars vve fall not foule of one another. Well, go thy vvay, present my duty to him, I'le follovv presentlie. Tell him I took his money vvith much unvvilling∣nesse.

Belt.

As Lavvyers do their fees. Let me alone sir.

Ex.

Mi.

Well Tailor and Shoomaker; you have put me to't, but here's your money.

Shoo.

'Twas for that we did put you to't Sir.

Mi.

Let's see your biil Tailor

Tai.

Here 'tis, sir, as ready as a Watchmans.

Mi.

Then good vvords vvill passe it, 7 li. 4. sh. tell your money; yours is 14 sh. boots and Galloshes.

There 'tis and 12. d. to drink.

Shoo.

I thank your vvorship.

Mi.

Are you right Tailor.

Tai.

Yes and please you Sir.

Mi.

There's a shilling for you too, to spend in bread.

Shoo.

He knows both our diets. We'll make bold to take leave of your worship.

Mi.

Not so bold as I'm glad I'm too well rid of you, most courteous Gentlemen.

Ex. Ta. Sh.

To see what money can do; that can change mens manners, alter their conditions: how tempestuous the slaves were without it. O thou powerful metal! what authority is in thee! Thou art the Key to all mens mouthes. With thee a man may lock up the jawes of an informer, and without thee he cannot the lips of a Lawyer.

Ex.

Scoen. II.

Enter Crossewill, Rookesbill, Gabriel, Kathe∣rine, Lucy.

Cros.

Down boy, and bid the Cook hasten din∣ner.

Dra.

What will you please to drink in the mean time, sir.

Cros.

I will not drink in the mean time, sir, Get you gone.

Dra.

A fine old humorous Gentleman.

Cros.

Hold up your head, Sirrah, and leave your precise folly. I'll leave you to the wilde world else, dee see. Is the name of a Tavern so odious to you? Ha. Your brother has vext me sufficiently alreadie, and perhaps he'll refuse to come too! If he dares let him. Welcome Mr. Rooksbil, welcom Landlord, and your faire daughter, welcome pretty one. Trust

me a pretty one indeed, pray be acquainted with my daughter there. In your Maiden-company, I hope she will not think the Tavern such a bugs neast as she did. I had much ado to draw my rebellious chil∣dren to the Tavern after me.

Rook.

And truly, sir, 'tis the first to my knowledge that e're my daughter came into.

Cros.

All in good time, she may encrease in ver∣tue. But if it be a fault, (as i' my conscience in his thought it is a great transgression) my unsetlednesse, and unprovidednesse else, where or how to entertain a friend, or feed my selfe, may well excuse us all, dee see.

Rook.

O Sir, I cannot enough admire that vertue in your sonne.

Cros.

It is a vice, as much a vice or more, as is your sonnes, your cast-aways as you call him, that sucks no other ai••e, then that of Tavernes, Tap∣houses, Brothels, and such like. I would their ex∣tream qualities could meet each other at half-way, and so mingle their superfluities of humour unto a mean betwixt 'hem. It might render them both al∣lowable subjects, where now the one's a firedrake in the aire, and t'other a mandrake in the earth, both mis∣chievous, see how he stands like a mole-catcher. What dirty dogged humour vvas I in vvhen I got him troe?

Rookes.

Hovve're his carriage seems distasteful un∣to you, I could afford (vvith your allovvance, to make conditions of estate agreeable) to give all that is mine to him vvith my daughter.

[Aside

Cros.

What a mechanick slave is this, to thank a sonne of mine, hovve're I under-rate him, a fit mate to mingle blood vvith his moore-ditch breed. True, his estate is great, I understand it, but of all foule I love not Moor-hens. Such another motion

vvould stir me to roare him dovvn the tavern∣stairs.

Rooks.

What do you think on't sirs.

Cros.

Heaven grant me patience.

Rooks.

Will you consider of it Master Crosse∣will.

Cros.

I was never so put to't. I wish we had a stickler. I muse that Master Cockbrayne stayes thus.

Rooks.

You do not mind my motion sir.

Cros.

Uds precious I minde nothing, I am so crost in mind thar I can minde nothing, nor I will minde nothing, dee see. Why comes not Mr. Cockbrayue, Ha!

Rooks.

Yet you minde him it seems. But he, sir, cannot come, and desires you to hold him excus'd. He's gone about some special undertaking, for the good of the Common-wealth, he sayes.

Cros.

Fart for his undertaking; all the world is bent to crosse me. What is my young Master come? ha!

Enter Belt.

Belt.

My young Master Mr. Mihil will be here presently, he said he would follow me at heeles, sir.

Cros.

And why not come before you, sir. Does he not think that I have waited long enough, sir? sure I'll crosse some body under that knaves pate of yours, d'y'fee.

Belt.

Thus when any body angers him, I am sure to hear on't.

Cros.

So now my spleen is a little palliated, let me speak with you Mr. Rooksbill. Get you down, Sir∣rah; and bring me word, dinner is not ready, and I'll give you as much more, d'ye see.

Belt.

That's his way to his stomach.

Kat.

And is your brother that your father sayes is so ungracious, so well acquainted with my brother Mihil, say you.

Luc.

Oh all in all, he's not so familiar with any man, if Mihil Croswill be your brother, as 'tis mani∣fest.

Kat.

I would not that my father knew it, for all I can expect from him but his blessing, but does your father know it?

Luc.

No, I would not he should mistrust it for all he has, blessing and all; and now that I have found you love your brother fo well, I will make over my reason and my counsel in trust with you, hoping you will not wrong that trust.

Kat.

If I do, may the due price of treachery be my reward.

Luc.

I love your brother, Lady, and he loves me. The only good act that ever my brother did, was to bring us acquainted, and is indeed all that he has to live on. For I do succour him with many a stolne peece for the felicitie he brought me in your brothers love. Now, my father, whose irreconcileable hate has for e∣ver discarded my brother, should he but dream of their acquaintance, would poison all my hopes.

Kat.

But let me ask you, is there an hope betwixt you and my brother ever to come together?

Luc.

Yes, and a way he has for••t, which I under∣stand not yet.

Kat.

Trust me, I pity you both, your case is very dangerous.

Luc.

Love's above all adventures, the more hard the atchievement is, the sweeter the reward.

Kat.

I like her spirit well.

Cros.

You Sir, come hither, what is hammering in your head now?

Is't not some Synodical question to put unto the brethren, concerning Whitsonales and Maygames? ha!

Gab.

Surely sir, I was premeditating a fit thanks∣giving to be rendred before meat in. Tavernes, accord∣ing to the present occasion which the time and place ad∣ministreth, and that as the spirit shall enable me, shall be delivered before you in due season.

Cros.

I am glad I know your minde; for that trick, my zealous sonne, you shall come in at half-dinner, like a Chafing-dish of coales, when the sawce is cold, to make use of the heat of your spirit; d ye see. I love not meat twice drest.

Rook.

Good sir, put the Proposition to him, that I made my affection to him, urges it more and more, I never was so taken with a man.

Cros.

But what's that to your daughter? ha!

Rook.

The same affection governes her, she is not mine else.

Cros

Well, hold your peace, and was that your spi∣ritual meditation?

Gab.

Yes, verily.

Cros.

Come Sir, at this Gentlemans request I will now put a question to you concerning the flesh. What, think you of yond Virgin there his daughter? can you affect her so well as to wish her to be your wedded wife?

Gab.

You mean, elpoused in holy Matrimony.

Cros.

Yes, I mean so.

Gab.

hum hum hum Psalm tune. How happy.

Cros.

But do thou say, yes verily to that, and as I hope to have peace in my grave. I'll break the Kings peace on thy pate presently.

Gab.

It is a weighty question, and requires due pre∣meditation in a religious answer, pray give me leave to take advice—

Rook.

What sayes he, Sir?

Cros.

He sayes he will talk with a cunning man a∣bout her.

Rook.

Sure you mistake him, sir.

Vint.

You are welcome, Gentlemen. Will. Harry, Zachary.

Goat names.

Gab.

Zachary is a good name.

Vint.

Where are you? he (rings the bell) shew up into the Phoenix. Is the Checque empty?

Cross.

Hoyday, here's a din.

Draw.

A pottle of Canarie to the Dolphin, score.

Vint.

Y' are welcome, Gentlemen, take up the lil∣lie-pot.

[Knock

Draw.

Half a dozen of clean pipes and a candle for the Elcphant. They take their own Tobaccho.

Pots flie clink.

Vint,

Whose room do they foul Sirrah, Harry, Harry?

(Bell)

Gab.

Do Elephants take Tobaccho?

Vint.

Carry up a Jordan for the Maidenhead, and a quart of white muskadine for the blew Bore.

Run down the staires.

Cros.

Now me thinks, the muskadine for tht Maidenhead, and the Jordan for the Bore were better.

Fiddlers be∣low tuning.

Knock aboue, and a pot thrown. Why boyes, draw∣er, rogues, take up, (below) By and by, by and by, (above) Wine, Tobaccho.

Cros.

What variety of noises is here? and all excel∣lent ill sounds. (Above) Call up the Fidlers, Sirrah.

Gab.

Such cries as these went forth before the deso∣lation of the great City.

[Fidling rude tunes.

O prophane tinkling the cymbals of Satan; that tickle the care with vanity, to lift up the mind to lewd∣nesse. Mine eares shall be that of the Adder against the Song of the Serpent.

Rook.

O rare, in a young man!

Gab.

I will roare out aloud to drown your Incan∣tations. Yea, I will set out a throat even as the beast that belloweth.

Rook.

Most happy youth!

Cros.

Hold your peace, Sirrah, or I'le make you bel∣low for something.

Enter Mihil, Nick.

Mi.

Sfoot-back, Nick to your own room. Thy father's here too, as I breath.

Nick.

I vow?

Ex.

Mi.

My Lucie too, as I live. How the devil got they acquainted? Sure he's his Landlord 'Tis so.

Cros.

Dare you come, sir, you should have stayed now till you had been sent for.

Mi.

Verily, sir.

Cros.

Are you at your Verilies too? ha!

Mi.

But for di••pleasing you, I had rather have graz'd on Littletons Commons, or ha' fasted this fourt∣night, then come for my repast into this Wildernesse; but you will ha' it so

Cros.

You are in the right Sir, I'le have it so in∣deed, I'le know why I shall not else. What do you know no bodie here?

Mi.

I crie them mercie, my good brother,—and my loving sister.

Rook.

But what vertuous men has this man to his sons, and how they thrive in grace against his will, it seems.

Mi.

What Gentlewoman is this of your acquaint∣ance, Sister?

Luc.

'Tis well dissembled brother, but I know your cunning.

Mi.

Have you betray'd me?

Luc.

Mum Mr. Mihil, mum.

Vint.

Harry, Harry.

Enter Drawer hastily.

Draw.

By and by.

Draw.

What devil art thou that roarest in mine eare so.

[Beats the Drawer.

Draw.

Hold, I beseech you, I come to wait upon you.

Cros.

What, with a By and by, that strikes into my head as sharp as a Stellatto.

Draw.

I come to tell you, sir, that your table's co∣vered in a fairer Room, and more private, your meat is ready to go up, and all in a readinesse.

Cros.

Now thou art an honest fellow, there's a couple of shillings for thee. Have us out of thy windmil here, I prithee, and thy By and by's.

Exeunt omnes.