The
Miseries
of
inforst
Mariage
.
Enter
Sir
Francis
Ilford
,
Wentloe
,
and
Bartley
.
Bart.
BVt
Francke
,
Franke
,
now
we
are
come
to
the
house
,
what
shall
we
make
to
be
our
busines
?
Ilford
.
Tut
,
let
vs
be
Impudent
enough
,
and
good
inough
.
Went.
We
haue
no
acquaintaince
heere
,
but
young
Scarborrow
.
Ilf.
How
no
aquaintance
:
Angels
guard
me
from
thy
company
.
I
tel
thee
Wentloe
thou
art
not
worthy
to
weare
guilte
Spurs
,
cleane
Linnen
,
nor
good
Cloaths
.
Went.
Why
for
Gods
sake
?
Ilford
.
By
this
hand
thou
art
not
a
man
fit
to
Table
at
an
Ordinary
,
keepe
Knights
company
to
Bawdy
houses
,
nor
Begger
thy
Taylor
.
Went.
Why
then
I
am
free
from
Cheaters
,
cleare
from
the
Pox
,
and
escape
Cursses
?
Ilf.
Why
doost
thou
think
there
is
any
Christians
in
the
world
?
Went.
I
and
Iewes
too
,
Brokers
,
Puritans
,
and
Sergiants
.
Ilf.
Or
doost
thou
meane
to
begge
after
Charity
,
that
goes
in
a
cold
sute
already
,
that
thou
talkest
thou
hast
no
acquaintance
here
.
I
tel
thee
Wentloe
thou
canst
not
liue
on
this
side
of
the
world
:
feed
wel
,
drink
Tobacco
,
and
be
honored
into
the
presence
,
but
thou
must
be
acquainted
with
all
sortes
of
men
,
I
and
so
farre
in
to
,
till
they
desire
to
be
more
acquainted
with
thee
.
Bart.
True
,
and
then
you
shall
be
accompted
a
gallant
of
good
credit
.
Enter
Clowne
.
Ilf.
But
stay
,
here
is
a
Scrape-trencher
ariued
:
How
now
blew
bottle
,
are
you
of
the
house
?
Clow.
I
haue
heard
of
many
blacke
Iacks
Sir
,
but
neuer
of
a
blew
Bottle
.
Ilf.
Well
Sir
,
are
you
of
the
house
?
Clow.
No
Sir
,
I
am
twenty
yardes
without
,
and
the
house
stands
without
me
.
Bart.
Prethee
tels
who
owes
this
building
.
Clow.
He
that
dwels
in
it
Sir
.
Ilf.
Who
dwels
in
it
then
.
Clow.
He
that
owes
it
.
Ilf.
Whats
his
name
.
Clow.
I
was
none
of
his
God-father
.
Ilf.
Dus
maister
Scarberow
lie
heere
,
Clow.
Ile
giue
you
a
rime
for
that
Sir
,
Sicke
men
may
lie
,
and
dead
men
in
their
Graues
,
Few
else
do
lie
abed
at
noone
,
but
Drunkards
,
Punks
,
&
knaues
.
Ilf.
What
am
I
the
better
for
thy
answer
?
Clow.
What
am
I
the
better
for
thy
question
?
Ilf.
Why
nothing
.
Clow.
Why
then
of
nothing
comes
nothing
.
Enter
Scarborrow
.
Went.
Sblud
this
is
a
philosophicall
foole
.
Clow.
Then
I
that
am
a
foole
by
Art
,
am
better
then
you
that
are
fooles
by
nature
.
Exit
Scar.
Gentlemen
,
welcome
to
Yorkshire
.
Ilf.
And
well
incountred
my
little
Villaine
of
fifteene
hundred
a
yeare
,
Stut
what
makest
thou
heere
in
this
barren
soyle
of
the
North
,
when
thy
honest
friends
misse
thee
at
London
?
Scar.
Faith
Gallants
tis
the
Countrey
where
my
Father
liued
,
where
first
I
saw
the
light
,
and
where
I
am
loved
,
Ilf.
Lou'd
,
I
as
Courtiers
loue
Vsurers
,
&
that
is
iust
as
long
as
they
lend
them
mony
.
Now
dare
I
lay
.
Went.
None
of
your
Land
good
Knight
,
for
that
is
laid
to
morgage
already
?
Ilf.
I
dare
lay
with
any
man
that
will
take
me
vp
.
Went.
Who
list
to
haue
a
Lubberly
load
.
Ilf.
Sirrah
wag
,
this
Rogue
was
son
and
heire
to
Antony
Nowe
,
Now
,
and
Blind
Moone
.
And
he
must
needs
be
a
scuruy
Musition
,
that
hath
two
Fidlers
to
his
Fathers
:
but
tel
me
in
fayth
,
art
thou
not
,
nay
I
know
thou
art
cald
down
into
the
country
here
,
by
some
hoary
Knight
or
other
,
who
knowing
thee
a
young
Gentleman
of
good
parts
,
and
a
great
liuing
,
hath
desired
thee
to
see
some
pittifull
peece
of
his
Workemanship
,
a
Daughter
I
meane
,
Ist
not
,
so
?
Scar.
About
some
such
preferment
I
came
downe
.
Ilf.
Preferment
,
a
good
word
:
And
when
do
you
commence
into
the
Cuckolds
order
,
the
Preferment
you
speak
of
when
shal
we
haue
Gloues
:
when
,
when
?
Scarb.
Faith
gallants
I
haue
bin
guest
here
but
since
last
night
.
Ilf.
Why
,
and
that
is
time
enough
to
make
vp
a
dozen
marriages
,
as
marriages
are
made
vp
now
adayes
.
For
looke
you
Sir
:
the
father
according
to
the
fashion
,
being
sure
you
haue
a
good
liuing
,
and
without
Incumbrance
,
comes
to
you
thus
:
—
takes
you
by
the
hand
thus
:
—
wipes
his
long
beard
thus
:
—
or
turns
up
his
Muchacho
thus
:
—
Walks
some
turne
or
two
thus
:
—
to
shew
his
comely
Grauity
thus
:
—
And
hauing
washt
his
foule
mouth
thus
:
—
it
last
breaks
out
thus
.
—
Went.
O
God
:
Let
vs
heare
more
of
this
?
Ilf.
Maister
Scarborrow
,
you
are
a
young
Gentleman
,
I
knew
your
father
well
,
hee
was
my
worshipfull
good
Neighbour
,
for
our
Demeanes
lay
neare
together
.
Then
Sir
,
—
you
and
I
must
be
of
more
nere
acquaintance
.
—
At
which
,
you
must
make
an
eruption
thus
:
—
O
God
(
sweet
Sir
)
Bart.
Sfut
,
the
Knight
would
haue
made
an
excellent
Zany
,
in
an
Italian
Comedy
.
Ilf.
Then
hee
goes
forward
thus
:
Sir
,
my selfe
am
Lord
of
some
thousand
a
yeere
,
a
Widdower
,
(
maister
Scarberrow
)
I
haue
a
couple
of
young
Gentlewomen
to
my
Daughters
,
a
thousand
a
yeare
will
do
well
deuided
among
them
?
Ha
,
wilt
not
Maister
Scarborrow
,
—
At
which
you
out
of
your
education
must
reply
thus
.
—
The
Portion
will
deserue
them
worthy
husbands
:
on
which
Tinder
he
soones
takes
fire
and
sweares
you
are
the
Man
his
hopes
shot
at
,
and
one
of
them
shall
be
yours
.
Went.
If
I
did
not
like
her
,
shoulde
hee
sweare
to
the
diuell
,
I
would
make
him
forsworne
.
Ilf.
Then
putting
you
and
the
young
Puggs
to
in
a
close
roome
together
.
Went.
If
he
should
lie
with
her
there
,
is
not
the
father
partly
the
Bawd
?
Ilf.
Where
the
young
puppet
,
hauing
the
Lesson
before
from
old
Fox
,
giue
the
sonne
halfe
a
dozen
warme
kisses
,
which
after
her
fathers
oths
,
takes
such
Impression
in
thee
,
thou
straight
calst
by
Iesu
Mistris
,
I
loue
you
:
—
When
shee
has
the
wit
to
aske
,
but
Sir
,
will
you
marry
me
,
and
thou
in
thy
Cox-sparrow-humor
replyest
,
I
(
before
God
)
as
I
am
a
Gentleman
wil
I
,
which
the
Father
ouer-hearing
,
leaps
in
,
takes
you
at
your
word
,
sweares
hee
is
glad
to
see
this
;
nay
he
will
haue
you
contracted
straight
,
and
for
a
need
makes
the
priest
of
himselfe
.
Thus
in
one
houre
,
from
a
quiet
life
,
Thou
art
sworne
in
debt
,
and
troubled
with
a
wife
.
Bart.
But
can
they
Loue
one
another
so
soone
?
Ilf.
Oh
,
it
is
no
matter
now
adaies
for
loue
,
tis
wel
,
and
they
can
but
make
shift
to
lie
together
.
Went.
But
will
your
father
doe
this
too
,
if
hee
know
the
gallant
breaths
himselfe
at
some
two
or
three
Bawdy
houses
in
a
morning
.
Ilf.
Oh
the
sooner
,
for
that
and
the
Land
together
,
tell
the
olde
ladde
,
he
will
know
the
better
how
to
deale
with
his
Daughter
?
The
Wise
and
Auncient
Fathers
know
this
Rule
,
Should
both
wed
Maids
,
the
Child
would
be
a
Foole
.
Come
Wag
,
if
thou
hast
gone
no
further
then
into
the
Ordinarie
fashion
,
meete
,
see
,
and
kisse
,
giue
ouer
:
Mary
not
a
Wife
to
haue
a
hundred
plagues
for
one
pleasure
:
lets
to
London
,
theres
variety
:
and
change
of
pasture
makes
fat
Calues
.
Sca.
But
change
of
women
bawld
Knaues
,
Sir
Knight
.
Ilf.
Wag
and
thou
beest
a
Louer
but
three
dayes
,
thou
wilt
bee
Hartles
,
Sleeplesse
,
witles
,
Mad
,
Wretched
,
Miserable
,
and
indeed
,
a
starke
Foole
.
And
by
that
,
thou
hast
beene
married
but
three
weekes
,
tho
thou
shouldst
wed
a
Cynthia
rara
avis
,
thou
wouldest
be
a
man
monstrous
:
A
Cuckold
,
a
Cuckold
.
Bart.
And
why
is
a
Cuckold
monstrous
,
Knight
?
Ilf.
Why
,
because
a
man
is
made
a
Beast
by
being
married
?
Take
but
example
thy selfe
from
the
Moone
,
as
soone
as
shee
is
deliuered
of
her
great
belly
,
doth
she
not
poynt
at
the
world
with
a
payre
of
hornes
,
as
who
should
say
,
married
men
,
some
of
ye
are
Cuckolds
.
Scar.
I
conster
more
Diuinely
of
their
sex
,
Being
Maids
,
methinkes
they
are
Angels
:
and
being
Wiues
,
They
are
Souèraignes
:
Cordials
that
preserue
our
Liues
,
They
are
like
our
hands
that
feed
vs
,
this
is
cleare
,
They
renew
man
,
as
spring
renewes
the
yeare
.
Ilf.
Theres
nere
a
wanton
Wench
that
heares
thee
,
but
thinkes
thee
a
Coxcom
for
saying
so
:
Marry
none
of
them
,
if
thou
wilte
haue
their
true
Characters
,
Ile
giue
it
thee
,
—
Women
are
the
Purgatory
of
mens
Pursses
,
the
Paradice
of
their
bodies
,
and
the
Hel
of
their
mindes
;
Marry
none
of
them
.
Women
are
in
Churches
Saints
,
abroad
Angels
,
at
home
Diuels
.
Here
are
married
men
inow
,
know
this
:
Marry
none
of
them
.
Scar.
Men
that
traduce
by
custome
,
shew
sharpe
wit
Onely
in
speaking
Ill
,
and
practise
it
:
Against
the
best
of
Creatures
,
deuine
women
Who
are
Gods
Agents
heere
,
and
the
Heauenly
eye
By
which
this
Orbe
hath
her
Maturity
;
Beauty
in
women
,
get
the
world
with
Child
,
Without
whom
,
she
were
barren
,
faint
,
and
wilde
.
They
are
the
stems
on
which
do
Angels
grow
,
From
whence
Vertue
is
stild
,
and
Arts
do
flow
.
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
and
his
Daughter
Clare
.
Ilf.
Let
them
be
what
Flowers
they
will
,
and
they
were
Roses
,
I
will
plucke
none
of
them
for
pricking
my
fingers
.
But
soft
,
heere
comes
a
voider
for
vs
:
and
I
see
,
do
what
I
can
,
as
long
as
the
world
lasts
,
there
wil
be
Cuckolds
in
it
.
Do
you
heare
Childe
,
heeres
one
come
to
blend
you
together
:
he
has
brought
you
a
kneading-tub
,
if
thou
dost
take
her
at
his
hands
,
Tho
thou
hadst
Argus
eyes
,
be
sure
of
this
,
Women
haue
sworne
with
more
then
one
to
kisse
.
Har.
Nay
no
parting
Gentlemen
:
Hem
.
Went.
Sfut
dus
he
make
Punkes
of
vs
,
that
he
Hems
already
?
Har.
Gallants
,
Know
old
Iohn
Harcop
keepes
a
Wineseller
,
Has
Traueld
,
bin
at
Court
,
knowne
Fashions
,
And
vnto
all
beares
habit
like
your selues
,
The
shapes
of
Gentlemen
and
men
of
sort
.
I
haue
a
health
to
giue
them
ere
they
part
.
Went.
Health
Knight
,
not
as
Drunkards
giue
their
healthes
I
hope
,
to
go
together
by
the
eares
when
they
haue
done
?
Har.
My
healths
are
welcome
:
welcome
Gentlemen
.
Ilf.
Are
we
welcome
Knight
,
Infayth
.
Har.
Welcome
infayth
Sir
.
Ilf.
Preethee
tell
me
hast
not
thou
bin
a
Whoremaister
.
Har.
In
youth
I
swild
my
fill
at
Venus
cup
,
In
sted
of
full
draughts
now
I
am
faine
to
sup
.
Ilf.
Why
then
thou
art
a
man
fit
for
my
company
:
Doost
thou
heare
that
he
is
a
good
fellow
of
our
stampe
,
Make
much
of
his
father
.
Exeunt
Manet
Scarborrow
and
Clare
.
Scar.
The
Father
,
and
the
Gallants
haue
left
mee
heare
with
a
Gentlewoman
,
and
if
I
know
what
to
say
to
her
I
am
a
villen
,
heauen
grant
her
life
hath
borrowed
so
much
Impudence
of
her
sex
,
but
to
speak
to
me
first
:
for
by
this
hand
,
I
haue
not
so
much
steel
of
Immodesty
in
my
face
,
to
Parle
to
a
Wench
without
blushing
.
Ile
walke
by
her
,
in
hope
shee
can
open
her
teeth
.
—
Not
a
word
?
—
Is
it
not
strange
a
man
should
be
in
a
womans
company
all
this
while
and
not
heare
her
tongue
.
—
Ile
goe
further
?
—
God
of
his
goodnes
:
not
a
Sillable
.
I
think
if
I
should
take
vp
her
Cloaths
to
,
she
would
say
nothing
to
me
.
—
With
what
words
tro
dus
a
man
begin
to
woe
.
Gentlewoman
pray
you
what
Ist
a Clocke
?
Clar.
Troth
Sir
,
carrying
no
watch
about
me
but
mine
eyes
,
I
answer
you
:
I
cannot
tell
.
Scar.
And
if
you
cannot
tell
,
Beauty
I
take
the
Addage
for
my
reply
:
You
are
naught
to
keepe
sheepe
.
Clar.
Yet
I
am
big
enough
to
keepe
my selfe
.
Scar.
Prethee
tell
me
:
Are
you
not
a
Woman
?
Clar.
I
know
not
that
neither
,
til
I
am
better
acquainted
with
a
man
.
Scar.
And
how
would
you
be
acquainted
with
a
man
?
Clar.
To
distinguish
betwixt
himselfe
and
my selfe
.
Scar.
Why
I
am
a
Man
.
Cla.
Thats
more
then
I
know
Sir
.
Scar.
To
approue
I
am
no
lesse
:
thus
I
kisse
thee
.
Cla.
And
by
that
proofe
I
am
a
man
too
,
for
I
haue
kist
you
.
Scar.
Prethee
tell
me
can
you
loue
?
Clar.
O
Lorde
Sir
,
three
or
foure
thinges
:
I
Loue
my
meate
,
choise
of
Suters
:
Cloathes
in
the
Fashion
:
and
like
a
right
woman
I
loue
to
haue
my
will
.
Scar.
What
thinke
you
of
me
for
a
Husband
?
Clar.
Let
me
first
know
,
what
you
think
of
me
for
a
wife
?
Scar.
Troth
I
thinke
you
are
a
proper
Gentlewoman
.
Clar.
Do
you
but
thinke
so
?
Scar.
Nay
I
see
you
are
a
very
perfect
proper
Gentlewoman
.
Clar.
It
is
great
pitty
then
I
should
be
alone
without
a
proper
man
.
Scar.
Your
father
sayes
I
shall
marry
you
.
Clar.
And
I
say
God
forbid
Sir
:
I
am
a
great
deale
to
young
.
Scar.
I
loue
thee
by
my
troth
.
Clar.
O
pray
you
do
not
so
,
for
then
you
stray
from
the
steps
of
Gentility
,
the
fashion
among
them
is
to
marry
first
,
and
loue
after
by
leisure
.
Scarb.
That
I
do
loue
thee
,
here
by
heauen
I
sweare
,
and
cal
it
as
a
witnes
to
this
kisse
.
Clar.
You
will
not
inforce
me
I
hope
Sir
?
Scar.
Makes
me
this
womans
husband
,
thou
art
my
Clare
,
Accept
my
hart
,
and
prooue
as
Chast
,
as
fayre
.
Clare
,
O
God
,
you
are
too
hot
in
your
gifts
,
shoulde
I
accept
them
,
we
should
haue
you
plead
nonage
,
some
halfe
a
year
hence
:
sue
for
reuersement
,
&
say
the
deed
was
done
vnder
age
.
Scar.
Prethee
do
not
Iest
?
Cl.
No
(
God
is
my
record
)
I
speak
in
earnest
:
&
desire
to
know
Whether
ye
meane
to
marry
me
,
yea
or
no
.
Scar.
This
hand
thus
takes
thee
as
my
louing
wife
,
Clar.
For
better
,
for
worse
.
Scar.
I
,
till
death
vs
depart
loue
.
Clar.
Why
then
I
thanke
you
Sir
,
and
now
I
am
like
to
haue
that
I
long
lookt
for
:
A
Husband
.
How
soone
from
our
owne
tongues
is
the
word
sed
,
Captiues
our
maiden-freedome
to
a
head
.
Scar.
Clare
your
are
now
mine
,
and
I
must
let
you
know
,
What
euery
wife
doth
to
her
husband
owe
,
To
be
a
wife
,
is
to
be
Dedicate
Not
to
a
youthfull
course
,
wild
,
and
vnstedy
,
But
to
the
soule
of
vertue
,
obedience
,
Studying
to
please
,
and
neuer
to
offend
.
Wiues
,
haue
two
eyes
created
,
not
like
Birds
To
rome
about
at
pleasure
,
but
for
two
sentinels
,
To
watch
their
husbands
safety
as
their
owne
,
Two
hands
,
ones
to
feed
him
,
the
other
her selfe
:
Two
feet
,
and
one
of
them
is
their
husbands
,
They
haue
two
of
euery
thing
,
onely
of
one
,
Their
Chastity
,
that
should
be
his
alone
.
Their
very
thoughts
they
cannot
tearme
them
one
,
Maids
being
once
made
wiues
,
can
nothing
call
Rightly
their
owne
;
they
are
their
husbands
all
:
If
such
a
wife
you
can
prepare
to
be
,
Clare
I
am
yours
:
and
you
are
fit
for
me
.
Clar.
We
being
thus
subdued
,
pray
you
know
then
,
As
women
owe
a
duty
,
so
do
men
.
Men
must
be
like
the
branch
and
barke
to
trees
,
Which
doth
defend
them
from
tempestuous
rage
,
Cloth
them
in
Winter
,
tender
them
in
age
,
Or
as
Ewes
loue
vnto
their
Eanlings
liues
,
Such
should
be
husbands
custome
to
their
wiues
.
If
it
appeare
to
them
they
haue
straid
amisse
,
They
onely
must
rebuke
them
with
a
kisse
,
Or
Clock
them
,
as
Hens
Chickens
,
with
kind
call
,
Couer
them
vnder
their
wing
,
and
pardon
all
:
No
iarres
must
make
two
beds
,
no
strife
deuide
them
,
Those
betwixt
whom
a
faith
and
troth
is
giuen
,
Death
onely
parts
,
since
they
are
knit
by
heauen
:
If
such
a
husband
you
intend
to
be
,
I
am
your
Clare
,
and
you
are
fit
for
me
.
Scar.
By
heauen
.
Clar.
Aduise
before
you
sweare
,
let
me
remember
you
,
Men
neuer
giue
their
faith
,
and
promise
mariage
,
But
heauen
records
their
oth
:
If
they
proue
true
,
Heauen
smiles
for
ioy
,
if
not
it
weepes
for
you
,
Vnlesse
your
hart
,
then
with
your
wordes
agree
,
Yet
let
vs
part
,
and
lesse
vs
both
be
free
.
Scar.
If
euer
man
in
swearing
loue
,
swore
true
,
My
words
are
like
to
his
:
Heere
comes
your
father
.
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
,
Ilford
,
Wentloe
,
Bartley
,
and
Butler
.
Har.
Now
maister
Scarborrow
.
Sca.
Prepar`d
to
aske
how
you
like
that
we
haue
done
,
your
daughters
made
my
wife
,
and
I
your
sonne
.
Har.
And
both
agreed
so
.
Both
.
We
are
Sir
,
Har.
Then
long
may
you
liue
together
,
haue
store
of
sons
.
Ilf.
Tis
no
matter
who
is
the
father
.
Har.
But
sonne
here
is
a
man
of
yours
is
come
from
London
.
But.
And
brought
you
Letters
Sir
.
Scar.
What
newes
from
London
Butler
.
But.
The
old
newes
Sir
,
the
Ordinaries
are
full
,
some
Cittizens
are
bankerouts
,
and
many
Gentlemen
beggers
.
Scar.
Clare
here
is
an
vnwelcome
Pursiuant
,
My
Lord
and
Guardian
writes
to
me
with
speed
,
I
must
returne
to
London
.
Har.
And
you
being
Ward
to
him
son
Scarborrow
,
And
know
him
great
,
it
fits
that
you
obay
him
.
Har.
It
dus
it
dus
,
for
by
an
antient
law
,
We
are
borne
free
heires
,
but
kept
like
slaues
in
awe
,
Who
are
for
London
Gallants
?
Ilf.
Switch
and
Spurre
we
wil
beare
you
company
.
Scar.
Clare
I
must
leaue
thee
,
with
what
vnwillingnes
Witnes
this
dwelling
kisse
vpon
thy
lip
,
And
tho
I
must
be
absent
from
thine
eye
,
Be
sure
my
hart
doth
in
thy
bosome
lie
,
Three
yeares
I
am
yet
a
ward
,
which
time
Ile
passe
,
Making
thy
faith
my
constant
Looking-glasse
,
Till
when
.
Clar.
Till
when
you
please
,
where
ere
you
liue
or
lie
,
Your
loues
here
worne
,
your
presence
in
my
eie
.
Exeunt
Enter
Lord
Faulconbridge
,
and
sir
William
Scarborow
.
Hunsd.
Sir
William
,
How
old
say
you
is
your
kinsman
Scarborrow
.
Will,
Eighteene
my
Lord
,
next
Pentecost
.
Lord
.
Bethinke
you
good
Sir
William
,
I
reckon
thereabout
my selfe
,
so
by
that
account
Theres
full
three
Winters
yet
he
must
attend
,
Vnder
our
awe
,
before
he
sue
his
Liuery
:
Ist
not
so
?
Willi.
Not
a
daie
lesse
my
Lord
.
Lord
.
Sir
William
you
are
his
Vnckle
,
and
I
must
speake
That
am
his
Guardian
,
would
I
had
a
son
Might
merit
commendations
euen
with
him
.
Ile
tell
you
what
he
is
,
he
is
a
youth
,
A
Noble
branch
,
increasing
blessed
fruit
.
Where
Caterpiller
vice
dare
not
to
touch
,
He
is
himselfe
with
so
much
grauity
,
Praise
cannot
praise
him
with
Hypperbole
:
He
is
one
whom
older
looke
vpon
,
as
one
a
booke
,
Wherein
are
Printed
Noble
sentences
For
them
to
rule
their
liues
by
.
Indeed
he
is
one
All
Emulate
his
vertues
,
hate
him
none
.
Willi.
His
friends
are
proud
,
to
heare
this
good
of
him
.
Lord
.
And
yet
Sir
William
being
as
he
is
,
Young
,
and
vnsetled
,
tho
of
virtuous
thoughts
,
By
Genuine
disposition
,
yet
our
eyes
See
daily
presidents
,
hopefull
Gentlemen
,
Being
trusted
in
the
world
with
their
owne
will
,
Diuert
the
good
is
lookt
from
them
to
Ill
,
Make
their
old
names
forgot
,
or
not
worth
note
With
company
they
keepe
,
such
Reuelling
With
Panders
,
Parasites
,
Podigies
of
Knaues
,
That
they
sell
all
,
euen
their
old
fathers
graues
.
VVhich
to
preuent
,
weele
match
him
to
a
wife
,
Marriage
Restraines
the
scope
of
single
life
.
Willi.
My
Lord
speakes
like
a
father
for
my
Kinsman
.
Lord
.
And
I
haue
found
him
one
of
Noble
parentage
,
A
Neece
of
mine
,
nay
I
haue
broke
with
her
,
Know
thus
much
of
her
mind
,
what
for
my
pleasure
As
also
for
the
good
appeares
in
him
,
She
is
pleas'd
of
all
thats
hers
to
make
him
King
.
Willi.
Our
name
is
blest
in
such
an
honoured
marriage
Enter
Doctor
Baxter
.
Lord
.
Also
I
haue
apointed
Doctor
Baxter
,
Chansellor
of
Oxford
to
attend
me
heere
And
see
he
is
come
.
Good
maister
Doctor
.
Bax.
My
honourable
Lord
.
Willi.
I
haue
possest
you
with
this
business
maister
Doctor
Baxt.
To
see
the
contract
twixt
you
honoured
Neece
and
maister
Scarborrow
.
Lord
.
Tis
so
,
and
I
did
looke
for
him
by
this
.
Bax.
I
saw
him
leaue
his
horse
as
I
came
vp
.
Lord
.
So
,
so
.
Then
he
will
be
heere
forthwith
:
you
Maister
Baxter
Go
Vsher
hether
straight
young
Katherine
,
Sir
William
,
here
and
I
will
keepe
this
roome
til
you
returne
.
Scar.
My
honourable
Lord
.
Enter
Scarborrow
Lord
.
Tis
well
done
Scarborrow
.
Scar.
Kind
Vnckle
.
willi.
Thankes
my
good
Couz
.
Lord
.
You
haue
bin
welcome
in
your
Country
Yorkshire
.
Scar.
The
time
that
I
spent
there
my
Lord
was
merry
.
Lord
.
Twas
well
,
twas
very
well
,
and
in
your
absence
,
your
Vnckle
heere
and
I
,
haue
bin
bethinking
what
gift
betwixt
vs
we
might
bestow
on
you
,
That
to
your
house
large
dignity
might
bring
,
With
faire
increase
,
as
from
a
Christall
spring
.
Enter
Doctor
and
Katherine
.
Scar.
My
name
is
bound
to
your
benificence
,
your
hands
hath
bin
to
me
like
bounties
purse
,
Neuer
shut
vp
,
your selfe
my
foster-Nurse
:
Nothing
can
from
your
honor
come
;
proue
me
so
rude
,
But
Ile
accept
to
shun
Ingratitude
.
Lord
.
We
accept
thy
promise
,
now
returne
thee
this
,
A
vertuous
wife
,
accept
her
with
a
kisse
.
Scar.
My
honourable
Lord
.
Lord
.
Feare
not
to
take
her
man
,
she
will
feare
neither
,
Do
what
thou
canst
being
both
abed
together
.
Scar.
O
but
my
Lord
.
Lord
.
But
me
a
Dog
of
wax
,
come
kisse
,
and
agree
,
Your
friends
haue
thought
it
fit
,
and
it
must
be
.
Scar.
I
haue
no
hands
to
take
her
to
my
wife
.
Lord
How
Sawce-box
.
Scar.
O
pardon
me
my
Lord
the
vnripenes
of
my
yeares
,
Too
greene
for
gouernment
,
is
old
in
feares
To
vndertake
that
charge
.
Lord
.
Sir
,
sir
,
I
and
sir
knaue
,
then
here
is
a
mellowed
experience
knowes
how
to
teach
you
,
Scar.
O
God
.
Lord
.
O
Iacke
.
How
both
our
cares
,
your
Vnckle
and
my selfe
,
Sought
,
studied
,
found
out
,
and
for
your
good
,
A
maid
,
a
Neece
of
mine
,
both
faire
and
chast
,
And
must
we
stand
at
your
discretion
.
Scar.
O
Good
my
Lord
Had
I
two
soules
,
then
might
I
haue
two
wiues
,
Had
I
two
faiths
,
then
had
I
one
for
her
,
Hauing
of
both
but
one
,
that
one
is
giuen
To
Sir
Iohn
Harcops
daughter
.
Lord
.
Ha
,
ha
,
whats
that
,
let
me
heare
that
againe
?
Scar.
To
Sir
Iohn
Harcops
Clare
I
haue
made
an
oath
,
Part
me
in
twaine
,
yet
shees
one
halfe
of
both
.
This
hand
the
which
I
weare
it
is
halfe
hers
,
Such
power
hath
faith
and
troth
twixt
couples
young
,
Death
onely
cuts
that
knot
tide
with
the
tongue
.
Lord
.
And
haue
you
knit
that
knot
Sir
.
Scar.
I
haue
done
so
much
,
that
if
I
wed
not
her
,
My
marriage
makes
me
an
Adulterer
,
In
which
blacke
sheets
,
I
wallow
all
my
life
,
My
babes
being
Bastards
,
and
a
whore
my
wife
.
Enter
secretary
Lord
.
Ha
,
ist
euen
so
,
My
secretary
there
,
Write
me
a
Letter
straight
to
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
,
Ile
see
Sir
Iacke
and
if
that
Harcop
dare
,
Being
my
Ward
,
contract
you
to
his
daughter
.
Exit
secret
.
My
steward
too
,
post
you
to
Yorkeshire
,
Enter
steward
.
Where
lyes
my
youngsters
Land
,
and
sirrah
,
Fell
me
his
wood
,
make
havocke
,
spoyle
and
wast
.
Exit
steward
Sir
you
shall
know
that
you
are
Ward
to
me
,
Ile
make
you
poore
inough
:
then
mend
your selfe
.
VVill.
O
Cozen
.
scar.
O
Vnckle
.
Lord
.
Contract
your selfe
and
where
you
list
,
Ile
make
you
know
me
Sir
to
be
your
guard
.
scar.
World
now
thou
seest
what
tis
to
be
a
ward
.
Lord
And
where
I
meant
my selfe
to
haue
disburst
Foure
thousand
pound
,
vpon
this
mariage
Surrendred
vp
your
land
to
your
owne
vse
,
And
compast
other
portions
to
your
hands
,
Sir
Ile
now
yoke
you
still
.
scar.
A
yoake
indeed
.
Huns.
And
spight
of
they
dare
contradict
my
will
,
Ile
make
thee
marry
to
my
Chambermaid
.
come
couz
.
Exit
.
Bax.
Faith
Sir
it
fits
you
to
be
more
aduis'd
.
scar.
Do
not
you
flatter
for
preferment
sir
willi.
O
but
good
Coze
.
scar.
O
but
good
vnckle
could
I
command
my
loue
,
Or
cancell
oaths
out
of
heauens
brazen
booke
,
Ingrost
by
Gods
own
finger
,
then
you
might
speake
.
Had
men
that
lawe
to
loue
as
most
haue
tonges
To
loue
a
thousand
women
with
,
then
you
might
speake
.
Were
loue
like
dust
lawful
for
euery
Wind
,
To
beare
from
place
to
place
,
were
oaths
but
puffes
,
Men
might
forsweare
themselues
,
but
I
do
know
,
Tho
sinne
being
past
with
vs
,
the
acts
forgot
,
The
poore
soule
grones
,
and
she
forgets
it
not
.
willi.
Yet
heare
your
owne
case
?
scar.
O
tis
to
miserable
:
That
I
a
Gentleman
should
be
thus
torne
From
mine
owne
right
,
and
forest
to
be
forsworne
.
will.
Yet
being
as
it
is
,
it
must
be
your
care
,
To
salue
it
with
aduice
,
not
with
dispaire
,
you
are
his
ward
,
being
so
,
the
Law
intends
,
He
is
to
haue
your
duty
,
and
in
his
rule
Is
both
your
marriage
,
and
your
heritage
,
If
you
rebell
against
these
Iniunctions
,
The
penalty
takes
hold
on
you
,
which
for
himselfe
,
He
straight
thus
prosecutes
,
he
wasts
your
land
,
Weds
you
where
he
thinkes
fit
,
but
if
your selfe
Haue
of
some
violent
humor
matcht
your selfe
,
Without
his
knowledge
,
then
hath
he
power
To
Merce
your
purse
,
and
in
a
sum
so
great
,
That
shall
for
euer
keepe
your
fortunes
weake
,
Where
otherwise
if
you
be
ruld
by
him
Your
house
is
raisd
by
matching
to
his
kin
.
Enter
Falconbridge
Lord
.
Now
death
of
me
,
shall
I
be
crost
by
such
a
Iacke
,
he
wed
himselfe
,
and
where
he
list
:
Sirrha
Malapart
,
Ile
hamper
you
,
You
that
will
haue
your
will
,
come
get
you
in
:
Ile
make
thee
shape
thy
thoughts
to
marry
her
,
Or
wish
thy
birth
had
bin
thy
murtherer
.
Scar.
Fare
pitty
me
,
because
I
am
inforst
,
For
I
haue
heard
those
matches
haue
cost
bloud
,
Where
loue
is
once
begun
and
then
withstood
,
Exeunt
.
Enter
Ilford
and
a
Page
with
him
.
Ilf.
Boy
,
hast
thou
deliuered
my
Letter
?
Boy
.
I
Sir
,
I
saw
him
open
the
lips
ont
.
Ilf.
He
had
not
a
new
sute
on
,
had
he
?
Boy
.
I
am
not
so
well
acquainted
with
his
Wardrobe
Sir
,
but
I
saw
a
leane
fellowe
,
with
sunke
eyes
,
and
shamble
legges
,
sigh
pittifully
at
his
chamber
dore
,
and
intreat
his
man
to
put
his
master
in
mind
of
him
.
Ilf.
O
,
that
was
his
Taylor
,
I
see
now
he
wil
be
blest
he
profits
by
my
counsell
,
he
will
pay
no
debts
before
he
be
arested
,
nor
then
neither
,
if
he
can
finde
ere
a
beast
that
dare
but
be
bayle
for
him
,
but
he
will
seale
i'th
afternoone
.
Boy
.
Yes
Sir
,
he
will
imprint
for
you
as
deepe
as
he
can
.
Ilf.
Good
,
good
,
now
haue
I
a
Parsons
Nose
,
and
smell
tyth
comming
in
then
.
Now
let
me
number
how
many
rooks
I
haue
halfe
vndone
already
this
Tearme
by
the
first
returne
:
foure
by
Dice
,
six
by
being
bound
with
me
,
and
ten
by
queanes
,
of
which
some
be
Courtiers
,
some
Country
Gentlemen
,
and
some
Cittizens
Sonnes
.
Thou
art
a
good
Franke
,
if
thou
pergest
thus
,
thou
art
still
a
Companion
for
Gallants
,
maist
keepe
a
Catamite
,
take
Phisick
,
at
the
Spring
and
the
fall
.
Enter
VVentloe
.
wont
.
Franke
,
newes
that
will
make
thee
fat
Frank
.
Ilf.
Prethee
rather
giue
mee
somewhat
will
keepe
me
leane
,
I
ha
no
mind
yet
to
take
Phisicke
.
Wen.
Master
Scarberrow
is
a
married
man
.
Ilf.
Then
heauen
grant
he
may
,
as
few
married
men
do
,
make
much
of
his
wife
.
Went.
Why
?
wouldst
haue
him
loue
her
,
let
her
command
al
,
and
make
her
his
master
?
Ilf.
No
no
,
they
that
do
so
,
make
not
much
of
theyr
wiues
,
but
giue
them
their
will
,
and
its
the
marring
of
em
.
Enter
Bartley
.
Bart.
Honest
Franke
,
valerous
Francke
,
a
portion
of
thy
witte
,
but
to
helpe
vs
in
this
enterprise
,
and
we
may
walk
London
stret
and
cry
pish
at
the
Sergiants
.
Ilf.
You
may
shift
out
one
tearme
,
and
yet
die
in
the
Counter
,
these
are
the
scabs
now
that
hang
vpon
honest
Iob
,
I
am
Iob
,
and
these
art
the
scuruy
scabbes
,
but
whats
this
your
pot
seeths
ouer
withall
?
Bart.
Maister
Scarborrow
is
a
married
man
.
Went.
He
has
all
his
land
in
his
owne
hand
.
Bart.
His
brothers
and
sisters
portions
.
Went.
Besides
foure
thousand
pound
in
ready
money
with
his
wife
.
Ilf.
A
good
talent
by
my
faith
,
it
might
helpe
many
Gentlemen
to
pay
their
Tailours
,
and
I
might
be
one
of
them
.
Went.
Nay
,
honest
Frank
,
hast
thou
found
a
tricke
for
him
,
if
thou
hast
not
,
looke
heeres
a
line
to
direct
thee
.
First
draw
him
into
bands
for
money
,
then
to
dice
for
it
:
Then
take
vp
stuffe
at
the
Mercers
,
straight
to
a
punke
with
it
:
Then
morgage
his
Lande
,
and
be
drunke
with
that
:
so
with
them
and
the
rest
,
from
an
Ancient
Gentleman
,
make
him
a
young
begger
.
Ilf.
What
a
Roge
is
this
,
to
read
a
lecture
to
me
,
and
mine
owne
lesson
too
,
which
he
knowes
I
ha
made
perfect
to
9
hundred
fourscore
and
nineteene
.
A
cheating
Rascall
wil
teach
me
that
ha
made
them
that
haue
worne
a
spatious
Parke
,
Lodge
and
all
of
theyr
backes
this
morning
:
bin
fayne
to
pawne
it
afore
night
,
and
they
that
ha
stauked
like
a
huge
Elephant
,
with
a
Castle
on
theyr
neckes
,
and
remooued
that
to
their
owne
shoulders
in
one
day
which
their
fathers
built
vp
in
seuen
yeare
,
bin
glad
by
my
meanes
,
in
so
much
time
as
a
childe
suckes
,
to
drinke
bottle
Ale
,
tho
a
punk
pay
fort
.
And
shal
this
Parat
instruct
me
?
Went.
Nay
but
Franke
.
Ilf.
A
roge
that
hath
fed
vpon
me
,
&
the
fruit
of
my
wit
like
Pullen
from
a
Pantlers
chipings
,
and
now
I
put
him
into
good
cloths
to
shift
two
sutes
in
a
day
,
that
could
scare
shift
a
patcht
shirt
once
in
a
yeare
,
and
sayes
prayers
when
he
had
it
:
hark
,
how
he
prates
.
Went.
Besides
Franke
,
since
his
marriage
,
he
stawkes
me
like
a
cashierd
Captaine
discontent
,
in
which
Melancholy
,
the
leaste
drop
of
mirth
,
of
which
thou
hast
an
Ocean
,
will
make
him
,
and
all
his
ours
for
euer
.
Ilf.
Sayes
mine
owne
Roge
so
,
giue
mee
thy
hand
then
,
weele
doot
,
and
theres
earnest
.
Strikes
him
.
Sfut
you
Chittiface
,
that
lookes
worse
then
a
Collier
thorough
a
woodden
window
,
an
Ape
afeard
of
a
whip
,
or
a
Knaues
head
,
shooke
seauen
yeares
in
the
weather
vpon
London-bridge
.
Do
you
Catechize
me
?
Wen.
Nay
but
valorous
Franke
,
he
that
knowes
the
secrets
of
al
harts
,
knowes
I
did
it
in
kindnes
.
Ilf.
Know
your
seasons
:
besides
,
I
am
not
of
that
Species
for
you
to
instruct
.
Then
know
your
seasons
.
Bart.
Sfut
friends
,
friends
,
al
friends
:
Here
comes
young
Scarborrow
,
should
he
knew
of
this
,
all
our
disseignes
were
preuented
.
Enter
Scarborrow
.
Ilf.
What
,
melancholy
my
young
maister
,
my
young
marryed
man
,
God
giue
your
worship
ioy
.
Scar.
Ioy
,
of
what
Franke
?
Ilf.
Of
thy
wealth
,
for
I
heare
of
few
that
ha
ioy
of
heir
wiues
Scar.
Who
weds
as
I
haue
to
inforced
sheets
,
His
care
increaseth
,
but
his
comfort
fleets
.
Ilf.
Thou
hauing
so
much
witte
,
what
a
Deuill
meantst
thou
to
marry
?
Scar.
O
speake
not
of
it
,
Marriage
sounds
in
mine
care
like
a
Bell
,
Not
rung
for
pleasure
,
but
a
dolefull
knell
.
Ilf.
A
common
course
,
those
men
that
are
married
in
the
Morning
,
to
wish
themselues
buried
ere
night
.
Scar.
I
cannot
loue
her
.
Ilf.
No
newes
neither
,
wiues
know
thats
a
generall
fault
amongst
their
Husbands
.
Scar.
I
will
not
ly
with
her
.
Ilf.
Cetera
volunt
sheele
say
still
,
if
you
wil
not
,
another
wil
.
Scar.
Why
did
she
marry
me
,
knowing
I
did
not
loue
her
.
Ilf.
As
other
women
do
,
either
to
bee
maintaind
by
you
,
or
to
make
you
a
Cuckold
.
Now
sir
,
what
come
you
for
?
Enter
Clowne
.
Clow.
As
men
do
in
hast
,
to
make
an
end
of
their
busines
.
Ilf.
Whats
your
busines
?
Clow.
My
busines
is
this
Sir
,
this
Sir
,
and
this
Sir
,
Ilf.
The
meaning
of
al
this
Sir
.
Cl.
By
this
is
as
much
as
to
say
Sir
,
may
Mai
.
has
sent
vnto
you
.
By
this
is
as
much
as
to
say
Sir
,
my
maister
has
him
humbly
commended
vnto
you
,
and
by
this
is
as
much
as
to
say
,
my
master
craues
your
answere
.
Ilf.
Giue
me
your
Letter
.
And
you
shal
haue
this
Sir
,
this
Sir
,
and
this
Sir
.
Clow.
No
Sir
.
Ilford
.
Why
Sir
?
Clow.
Because
as
the
learned
haue
very
well
instructed
me
,
Qui
supranos
,
nihil
ad
nos
,
and
tho
many
Gentlemen
will
haue
to
doe
with
other
mens
busines
,
yet
from
me
know
,
the
most
part
of
them
proue
knaues
for
their
labor
.
Went.
You
ha
the
Knaue
yfaith
Franke
.
Clo.
Long
may
hee
liue
to
enioy
it
.
From
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
of
Harcop
,
in
the
County
of
Yorke
Knight
,
by
me
his
man
,
to
your selfe
my
young
maister
,
by
these
presents
greeting
.
Ilf.
How
camst
thou
by
these
good
words
?
Clow.
As
you
by
your
good
cloaths
,
tooke
them
vpon
trust
,
&
swore
I
would
neuer
pay
for
em
.
Scar.
Thy
maister
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
writes
to
me
,
That
I
should
entertaine
thee
for
my
man
,
His
wish
is
acceptable
,
thou
art
welcome
fellow
.
Oh
but
thy
maisters
Daughter
,
sends
an
Article
Which
makes
me
thinke
vpon
my
present
sinne
,
Here
she
remembers
me
to
keepe
in
minde
My
promis'd
faith
to
her
,
which
I
ha
broke
.
Here
she
remembers
me
I
am
a
man
,
Black
tore
with
periury
,
whose
sinfull
breast
,
Is
Charactred
like
those
curst
of
the
blest
.
Ilf.
How
now
my
young
Bully
,
like
a
young
wench
forty
weeks
after
the
losse
of
her
Mayden-head
,
crying
out
.
Scar.
Trouble
me
not
,
Giue
me
Pen
,
Inke
,
and
Paper
,
I
will
write
to
her
,
O
?
but
what
shall
I
write
?
Mine
owne
excuse
,
why
no
excuse
can
serue
For
him
that
swears
,
and
from
his
oth
doth
swarue
?
Or
shall
I
say
,
my
marriage
was
in
so
rest
,
Twas
bad
in
them
,
not
well
in
me
to
yeeld
.
Wretched
thee
to
whose
marriage
was
compeld
,
Ile
onely
write
that
which
my
graue
hath
bred
,
Forgiue
me
Clare
,
for
I
am
married
:
Tis
soone
set
downe
,
but
not
so
soone
forgot
,
or
worne
from
hēce
.
Deliuer
it
vnto
her
,
theres
for
thy
paines
,
Would
I
as
soone
could
cleanse
these
periurd
staines
.
Clow.
Well
,
I
could
alter
mine
eies
from
filthy
mud
into
fair
water
:
you
haue
paid
for
my
teares
,
and
mine
eyes
shal
proue
bankerouts
,
and
breake
out
for
you
,
let
no
man
perswade
me
,
I
will
cry
,
and
euery
Towne
betwixt
Shoreditch-church
and
Yorke
bridge
,
shall
beare
me
witnesse
.
Exit
.
Scar.
Gentlemen
,
Ile
take
my
leaue
of
you
,
She
that
I
am
married
to
but
not
my
wife
,
Will
London
leaue
,
in
Yorkeshire
lead
our
life
.
Ilf.
We
must
not
leaue
you
so
my
young
Gallant
,
We
three
are
sicke
in
state
,
and
your
wealth
must
helpe
to
make
vs
whole
againe
.
For
this
saying
,
is
as
true
as
old
:
Strife
nurst
twixt
man
and
wife
,
makes
such
a
flaw
,
How
great
so
eres
their
wealth
,
twil
haue
a
thaw
,
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
with
his
Daughter
Clare
,
and
two
younger
Brothers
,
Thomas
,
and
Iohn
Scarborrow
.
Har.
Brothers
to
him
ere
long
shall
be
my
sonne
,
By
wedding
this
young
girle
:
You
are
welcome
both
,
Nay
kisse
her
,
kisse
,
tho
that
she
shall
Be
your
Brothers
wife
,
to
kisse
the
cheeke
is
free
.
Tho.
Kisse
,
Sfut
what
else
?
thou
art
a
good
plumpe
wench
,
I
like
you
well
,
prethee
make
hast
and
bring
store
of
boyes
,
but
bee
sure
they
haue
good
faces
,
that
they
may
call
me
vnckle
.
Io.
Glad
of
so
faire
a
sister
,
I
salute
you
.
Har.
Good
,
good
y faith
,
this
kissings
good
y faith
,
I
lou'd
to
smacke
it
too
when
I
was
young
,
But
Mum
:
they
haue
felt
thy
cheek
Clare
,
let
them
hear
thy
tung
.
Clar.
Such
welcome
as
befits
my
Scarborrows
brothers
,
From
me
his
troth-plight
wife
be
sure
to
haue
,
And
tho
my
tongue
proue
scant
in
any
part
,
The
bounds
be
sure
are
large
,
full
in
my
hart
.
Tho.
Tut
,
thats
not
that
we
dout
on
wench
,
but
do
you
heare
Sir
Iohn
,
what
doe
you
thinke
drue
mee
from
London
,
and
the
Innes
of
Court
,
thus
farre
into
Yorkshire
?
Har.
I
gesse
to
see
this
girle
,
shal
be
your
sister
.
Tho.
Faith
,
and
I
gesse
partly
so
too
,
but
the
maine
was
,
and
I
will
not
lie
to
you
,
that
your
comming
nowe
in
this
wise
into
our
kindred
,
I
might
be
acquainted
with
you
aforehand
,
that
after
my
brother
had
married
your
daughter
,
I
his
brother
might
borrowe
some
money
of
you
.
Har.
What
?
Do
you
borrow
of
your
kindred
Sir
?
Thom.
Sfut
what
else
,
they
hauing
interrest
in
my
blood
,
why
shoulde
not
I
haue
interrest
in
their
coyne
.
Besides
Sir
,
I
being
a
younger
brother
,
would
be
ashamed
of
my
generation
if
I
would
not
borrow
of
any
man
that
would
lend
,
especially
of
my
affinitie
,
of
whom
I
keepe
a
Kalender
.
And
looke
you
Sir
,
thus
I
goe
ouer
them
.
Frst
ore
my
Vnckles
,
often
ore
mine
Aunts
,
then
vp
to
my
Nephewes
,
straight
downe
to
my
Neeces
,
to
this
Cosen
Thomas
,
and
that
Cosen
Ieffrey
,
leauing
the
courteous
claw
giuen
to
none
of
their
elbowes
,
euen
vnto
the
thirde
and
fourth
remooue
of
any
that
hath
interest
in
our
blood
.
Al
which
do
vpon
their
summons
made
by
me
,
duely
and
faithfully
prouide
for
appearance
,
and
so
as
they
are
,
I
hope
we
shall
be
,
more
indeerd
,
intierly
,
better
,
and
more
feelingly
acquainted
.
Har.
you
are
a
merrie
Gentleman
.
Tho.
Tis
the
hope
of
monie
makes
me
so
,
and
I
know
none
but
fooles
vse
to
be
sad
with
it
.
Ioh.
From
Oxford
am
I
drawne
,
from
serious
studies
Expecting
that
my
brother
still
had
soiournd
With
you
his
best
of
choyse
,
and
this
good
Knight
.
Har.
His
absence
shall
not
make
our
harts
lesse
merrie
Then
if
we
had
his
presence
.
A
daie
ere
long
,
Will
bring
him
backe
,
when
one
the
other
meets
,
At
noone
i'th
Church
,
at
night
betweene
the
sheets
.
Weele
wash
this
chat
with
wine
.
Some
wine
:
fill
vp
,
The
sharpner
of
the
wit
,
is
a
full
cup
.
And
so
to
you
Sir
.
Tho.
Do
,
and
Ile
drinke
,
to
my
new
sister
,
but
vpon
this
condition
,
that
she
may
haue
quiet
daies
,
little
rest
a nights
,
ha
pleasant
afternoones
,
bee
plyant
to
my
brother
,
and
lend
me
money
when soere
Ile
borrow
it
.
Har.
Nay
,
nay
,
nay
,
Women
are
weake
and
we
must
beare
with
them
,
Your
frolicke
healths
,
are
onely
fit
for
men
,
Tho.
Well
,
I
am
contented
,
women
must
to
the
wal
,
tho
it
be
to
a
feather-bed
.
Fill
vp
then
.
Enter
Clowne
.
Clo.
From
London
am
I
come
,
tho
not
with
pipe
and
Drum
,
Yet
I
bring
matter
,
in
this
poore
paper
,
Will
make
my
young
mistris
,
delighting
in
kisses
,
Do
as
all
Maidens
will
,
hearing
of
such
an
ill
,
As
to
haue
lost
,
the
thing
they
wisht
most
,
A
Husband
,
a
Husband
,
a
pretty
sweet
Husband
,
Cry
oh
,
oh
,
oh
,
and
alas
,
And
at
last
ho
,
ho
,
ho
,
as
I
do
.
Clar.
Returnd
so
soone
from
London
?
Whats
the
newes
?
Clow.
O
mistris
,
if
euer
you
haue
seene
Demonicea
cleare
look
into
mine
eyes
,
mine
eyes
are
Seuerne
,
plaine
Seuerne
,
the
Thamee
,
nor
the
Ryuer
of
Tweed
are
nothing
to
em
:
Nay
all
the
rayne
that
fell
at
Noahs
floud
,
had
not
the
discretion
that
my
eyes
haue
:
that
drunke
but
vp
the
whole
world
,
and
I
ha
drownd
all
the
way
betwixt
this
and
London
.
Cla.
Thy
newes
good
Robbin
.
Clow.
My
newes
mistres
,
Ile
tell
you
strange
newes
,
the
dust
vpon
London
way
,
being
so
great
,
that
not
a
Lorde
,
Gentleman
,
Knight
,
or
Knaue
could
trauell
,
least
his
eies
should
bee
blowne
out
:
At
last
,
they
all
agreed
to
hyre
me
to
go
before
them
,
when
I
looking
but
vpon
this
Letter
,
did
with
this
water
,
this
very
water
,
lay
the
dust
,
as
well
as
if
it
had
raind
from
the
beginning
of
Aprill
to
the
last
of
May
.
Clar.
A
Letter
from
my
Scarborrow
,
giue
it
thy
mistris
.
Clow.
But
Mistris
.
Cla.
Prethee
be
gon
,
I
would
not
haue
my
father
nor
this
Gentlemen
,
Be
witnes
of
the
comfort
it
doth
bring
.
Clo.
Oh
but
mistris
.
Cla.
Prethee
begone
,
With
this
,
and
the
glad
newes
,
leaue
me
alone
.
Exit
Clo.
Tho.
Tis
your
turne
Knight
,
take
your
licquor
,
know
I
am
bountifull
,
Ile
forgiue
any
man
any
thing
that
hee
owes
mee
,
but
his
drinke
,
and
that
Ile
be
paid
for
.
Cla.
May
Gentlemen
the
honesty
of
myrth
Consists
not
in
Carowsing
with
excesse
,
My
father
hath
more
welcomes
then
in
wine
:
Pray
you
no
more
.
Tho.
Sayes
my
sister
so
,
Ile
be
ruld
by
thoe
then
.
Do
you
heare
,
in
hope
hereafter
youle
lend
me
some
mony
,
now
we
are
halfe
drunk
lets
go
to
dinner
.
Come
Knight
.
Exeunt
.
Manet
Cla.
Clar.
I
am
glad
your
gone
,
Shall
I
now
opent
:
no
,
Ile
kisse
it
first
,
Because
his
outside
last
did
kisse
his
hand
.
Within
this
fould
,
Ile
calt
a
sacred
sheet
,
Are
writ
blacke
lines
,
when
our
white
harts
shall
meet
,
Before
I
ope
this
dore
of
my
delight
,
Methinkes
I
gesse
how
kindly
he
doth
write
,
Of
his
true
Loue
to
me
,
as
Chuck
,
Sweet-hart
,
I
prethee
do
not
thinke
the
time
too
long
,
That
keepes
vs
from
the
sweets
of
marriage
rites
,
And
then
he
sets
my
name
and
kisses
it
,
Wishing
my
lips
his
sheet
to
write
vpon
,
With
like
desire
methinkes
as
mine
owne
thoughts
,
Aske
him
now
heere
for
me
to
looke
vpon
,
Yet
at
the
last
thinking
his
loue
too
slacke
,
Ere
it
arriue
at
my
desired
eyes
,
He
hastens
vp
his
message
with
like
speed
,
Euen
as
I
breake
this
ope
,
wishing
to
read
:
Oh
:
whats
hear
?
Mine
eyes
are
not
mine
owne
?
sure
th'are
not
,
Tho
you
ha
bin
my
lamps
this
sixteene
years
,
Lets
fall
the
Let.
You
do
belie
,
my
Scarborrow
reading
so
;
Forgiue
him
,
he
is
married
,
that
were
Ill
:
What
lying
lights
are
these
.
Looke
I
ha
no
such
Letter
,
No
wedded
sillable
of
the
least
wrong
Done
to
a
Troth-plight-Virgin
like
my selfe
.
Beshrow
you
for
your
blindnes
:
Forgiue
him
,
he
is
married
.
I
know
my
Scarborrow
constancie
to
me
,
Is
as
firme
knit
,
as
faith
to
Charity
,
That
I
shall
kisse
him
often
,
hug
him
thus
,
Be
made
a
happy
and
a
fruitfull
Mother
Of
many
prosperous
children
like
to
him
,
And
read
I
,
he
was
maried
?
Askt
forgiuenes
?
What
a
blind
Foole
was
I
?
yet
heeres
a
Letter
To
whom
directed
tro
?
To
my
beloued
Clare
.
Why
Law
?
Women
will
read
,
and
read
not
that
they
saw
,
Twas
but
my
feruent
loue
misled
mine
eyes
,
Ile
once
againe
to
the
Inside
,
Forgiue
me
,
I
am
married
:
william
Scarborrow
.
He
has
set
his
name
too't
to
,
O
periury
?
within
the
harts
of
men
Thy
feasts
are
kept
,
their
tongues
proclaimeth
them
.
Enter
Thomas
Scarborrow
.
Tho.
Sister
,
Gods
precious
,
the
cloths
laide
,
the
meate
cooles
,
we
all
stay
,
and
your
father
cals
for
you
.
Clar.
Kind
Sir
,
excuse
me
I
pray
you
a
little
,
Ile
but
peruse
this
Letter
and
come
straight
.
Tho.
Pray
you
make
hast
,
the
meat
staies
for
vs
,
and
our
stomacks
Ready
for
the
meat
,
for
beleeue
this
,
Drinke
makes
men
hungry
,
or
it
makes
them
lie
,
And
he
thats
drunke
ore
night
,
ith
mornings
dry
,
Seene
and
approued
.
Exit
.
Clar.
He
was
contracted
mine
,
yet
he
vniust
Hath
married
to
another
:
whats
my
estate
then
?
A
wretched
maid
,
not
fit
for
any
man
,
For
being
vnited
his
with
plighted
faiths
,
Who euer
sues
to
me
commits
a
sinne
,
Besiedgeth
me
,
and
who
shal
marry
me
:
Is
like
my selfe
,
liues
in
Adultery
,
(
O
God
)
That
such
hard
Fortune
,
should
betide
my
youth
.
I
am
Young
,
Fayre
,
Rich
,
Honest
,
Virtuous
,
yet
for
all
this
,
who
ere
shall
marry
mee
I
am
but
his
where
,
liue
in
Adultery
.
I
cannot
step
into
the
path
of
pleasure
For
which
I
was
created
,
borne
vnto
,
Let
me
liue
nere
so
honest
,
rich
or
poore
,
If
I
once
wed
,
yet
I
must
liue
a
whore
.
I
must
be
made
a
strumpet
gainst
my
will
,
A
name
I
haue
abhord
,
a
shamefull
Ill
I
haue
eschewed
,
and
now
cannot
withstand
it
In
my selfe
.
I
am
my
fathers
onely
child
,
In
me
he
hath
a
hope
,
tho
not
his
name
Can
be
increast
,
yet
by
my
Issue
His
land
shall
be
possest
,
his
age
delighted
.
And
tho
that
I
should
vow
a
single
life
To
keepe
my
soule
vnspotted
,
yet
will
he
Inforce
me
to
a
marriage
:
So
that
my
griefe
doth
of
that
waight
consist
,
It
helpes
me
not
to
yeeld
,
nor
to
resist
:
And
was
I
then
created
for
a
Whore
?
A
whore
,
Bad
name
,
bad
act
,
Bad
man
makes
me
a
scorn
:
Then
liue
a
Strumpet
?
Better
be
vnborne
.
Enter
Iohn
Scarborow
Sister
,
Pray
you
will
you
come
,
Your
father
and
the
whole
meeting
stayes
for
you
.
Clar.
I
come
,
I
come
,
I
pray
returne
:
I
come
.
Iohn
I
must
not
goe
without
you
.
Clare
,
Be
thou
my
Vsher
,
sooth
Ile
follow
you
Exit
.
He
writes
here
to
forgiue
him
,
he
is
marryed
:
False
Gentleman
:
I
do
forgiue
thee
with
my
hart
,
Yet
will
I
send
an
answere
to
thy
letter
,
And
in
so
short
words
thou
shalt
weep
to
read
them
,
And
hears
my
agent
ready
:
Forgiue
me
,
I
am
dead
.
Tis
writ
,
and
I
will
act
it
:
Be
iudge
you
Mayds
Haue
trusted
the
false
promises
of
men
.
Be
iudge
you
wiues
,
the
which
haue
been
inforst
From
the
white
sheets
you
lou'd
,
to
them
ye
loathed
:
Whether
this
Axiome
may
not
be
assured
,
Better
one
sinne
,
then
many
be
endured
.
My
armes
imbracings
,
Kisses
,
Chastity
,
Were
his
possessions
:
and
whilst
I
liue
He
doth
but
steale
those
pleasures
he
enioyes
,
Is
an
Adulterer
in
his
married
armes
,
And
neuer
goes
to
his
defiled
bed
,
But
God
writes
sin
vpon
the
Teasters
hed
.
Ile
be
a
Wife
now
,
helpe
to
saue
his
soule
Tho
I
haue
lost
his
body
,
giue
a
slake
To
his
iniquities
,
and
with
one
sinne
Done
by
this
hand
,
ende
many
done
by
him
.
Farwell
the
world
,
then
farewell
the
wedded
ioyes
Till
this
I
haue
hop't
for
,
from
that
Gentleman
,
Scarborrow
,
forgiue
me
:
thus
thou
hast
lost
thy
wife
,
Yet
record
would
,
though
by
an
act
too
foule
,
A
wife
thus
did
to
cleanse
her
husbands
soule
.
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
.
Har.
Gods
precious
,
for
his
mercy
,
wheres
this
wench
?
Must
all
my
friends
and
guests
attend
on
you
?
Where
are
you
Minion
?
Clar.
Scarborrow
come
close
mine
eyes
,
for
I
am
dead
.
Har.
That
sad
voyce
was
not
hers
I
hope
:
Whose
this
,
my
daughter
?
Clar.
Your
daughter
,
That
begs
of
you
to
see
her
buried
,
Prayes
Scarborrow
to
forgiue
her
:
she
is
dead
.
Dyes
.
Har.
Patience
good
teares
,
and
let
my
words
haue
way
Clare
,
my
daughter
,
helpe
my
seruants
there
:
Lift
vp
thine
eyes
,
and
looke
vpon
thy
father
,
They
were
not
borne
to
loose
their
light
so
soone
,
I
did
beget
thee
for
my
comforter
,
And
not
to
be
the
Author
of
my
care
.
Why
speakst
thou
not
?
Some
helpe
my
Seruants
there
:
What
hand
hath
made
thee
pale
?
Or
if
thine
owne
,
What
cause
hadst
thou
that
wert
thy
fathers
Ioy
,
The
Treasure
of
his
age
,
the
Cradle
of
his
sleepe
,
His
all
in
all
?
I
prethee
speake
to
me
?
Thou
art
not
ripe
for
death
,
come
backe
againe
,
Clare
,
my
Clare
,
If
death
must
needs
haue
one
,
I
am
the
fittest
,
prethee
let
me
go
,
Thou
dying
whilst
I
liue
,
I
am
dead
with
woe
.
Enter
Thomas
,
and
Iohn
Scarborrow
.
Tho.
What
meanes
this
outcry
?
Io.
O
ruthfull
spectacle
.
Har.
Thou
wert
not
wont
to
be
so
sullen
childe
,
But
kind
and
louing
to
thy
aged
father
:
Awake
,
awake
,
Ift
be
thy
lasting
sleepe
,
Would
I
had
not
sence
for
griefe
,
nor
eies
to
weepe
.
Io.
What
Papers
this
,
the
sad
contents
doth
tell
me
,
My
Brother
writ
,
he
hath
broke
his
faith
to
her
,
And
she
replies
,
for
him
she
hath
kild
her selfe
.
Har.
Was
that
the
cause
that
thou
hast
soyld
thy selfe
,
With
these
red
spots
,
these
blemishers
of
beauty
?
My
child
,
my
childe
,
wast
periury
in
him
,
Made
thee
so
fayre
,
act
now
so
foule
a
finne
,
That
he
deceiued
thee
in
a
Mothers
hopes
,
Posterity
,
the
blisse
of
marriage
?
Thou
hast
no
tung
to
answere
no
,
or
I
,
But
in
red
Letters
writes
:
For
him
I
die
.
Curse
on
his
Traiterous
tung
,
his
youth
,
his
blood
,
His
pleasures
,
Children
,
and
possessions
,
Be
all
his
dayes
like
winter
,
comfortlesse
:
Restles
his
nights
,
his
wants
Remorcelesse
,
And
may
his
Corps
be
the
Phisitians
stage
,
Which
plaid
vpon
,
stands
not
to
honored
Age
,
Or
with
diseases
may
he
lie
and
pine
,
Till
greefe
wasts
blood
,
his
eies
,
as
greefe
doth
mine
.
Exit
.
Ioh.
O
good
old
man
,
made
wretched
by
this
deed
,
The
more
thy
age
,
were
to
be
pittied
.
Enter
Scarborrow
,
his
wife
Katherine
,
Ilford
,
Wentlo
,
Barley
and
Butler
.
Ilf.
What
ride
by
the
gate
,
&
not
call
,
that
were
a
shame
yfaith
.
Went.
Weele
but
taste
of
his
Beere
,
kisse
his
Daughter
,
and
to
horse
againe
,
wheres
the
good
Knight
heare
?
Scar.
You
bring
me
to
my
shame
vnwillingly
.
Ilf.
Shamed
of
what
,
for
deceiuing
of
a
wench
,
I
ha
not
blusht
,
that
ha
dunt
to
a
hundred
of
em
.
In
womens
loue
hees
wise
,
doth
follow
this
,
Loue
one
so
long
till
her
another
kisse
.
Wheres
the
good
Knight
heere
?
Io.
O
Brother
,
you
are
come
to
make
your
eie
Sad
mourner
at
a
fatall
Tragedy
.
Peruse
this
Letter
first
,
and
then
this
Corps
.
Scar.
O
wronged
Clare
?
Accursed
Scarborrow
?
I
writ
to
her
,
that
I
was
married
,
She
writes
to
me
,
forgiue
her
she
is
dead
:
Ile
balme
thy
body
with
my
faithfull
teares
,
And
be
perpetuall
mourner
at
thy
Tombe
,
Ile
sacrifice
this
Commit
into
sighes
,
Make
a
consumption
of
this
pile
of
man
,
And
all
the
benefits
my
parents
gaue
,
Shall
turne
distempered
to
appease
the
wrath
For
this
blood
shed
,
and
I
am
guilty
of
.
Kat.
Deere
husband
.
Scar.
False
woman
,
not
my
wife
,
tho
married
to
me
,
Looke
what
thy
friends
,
and
thou
art
guilty
of
,
The
murther
of
a
creature
,
equald
heauen
In
her
Creation
,
whose
thoughts
like
fire
,
Neuer
lookt
base
,
but
euer
did
aspire
To
blessed
benefits
,
till
you
and
yours
vndid
her
,
Eye
her
,
view
,
tho
dead
,
yet
she
dus
looke
,
Like
a
fresh
frame
,
or
a
new
printed
booke
Of
the
best
paper
,
neuer
lookt
into
,
But
with
one
sullied
finger
,
which
did
spot
her
,
Which
was
her
owne
too
,
but
who
was
cause
of
it
,
Thou
and
thy
friends
,
and
I
will
loath
thee
fort
.
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
.
Har.
They
do
bely
her
that
do
say
shees
dead
,
She
is
but
straid
to
some
by-gallery
,
And
I
must
ha
her
againe
.
Clare
,
where
art
thou
Clare
?
Scar.
Here
,
laid
to
take
her
euerlasting
sleepe
.
Har.
A
lyes
that
sayes
so
,
Yet
now
I
know
thee
,
I
do
lie
that
say
it
,
For
if
she
be
a
villen
like
thy selfe
,
A
periurd
Traitor
,
recreant
,
miscreant
,
Dog
,
a
dog
,
a
dog
,
has
dunt
.
Scar.
O
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
.
Hra.
O
Sir
Iohn
villen
,
to
be
troth
thy selfe
To
this
good
creature
,
harmelesse
,
harmeles
child
,
This
kernell
hope
,
and
comfort
of
my
house
,
Without
Inforcement
,
of
thine
own
accord
,
Draw
all
her
soule
ith
compasse
of
an
oth
,
Take
that
oth
from
her
,
make
her
for
none
but
thee
,
And
then
betray
her
?
Scar.
Shame
on
them
were
the
cause
of
it
.
Har.
But
harke
what
thou
hast
got
by
it
,
Thy
wife
is
but
a
strumpet
,
thy
children
Bastards
,
Thy selfe
a
murderer
,
thy
wife
,
accesary
,
Thy
bed
a
stewes
,
thy
house
a
Brothell
.
Scar.
O
,
tis
too
true
.
Har.
I
,
made
a
wretched
father
childles
.
Scar.
I
,
made
a
married
man
,
yet
wiueles
.
Har.
Thou
the
cause
of
it
.
Scar.
Thou
the
cause
of
it
.
Har.
Curse
on
the
day
that
ere
it
was
begun
,
For
I
an
old
man
am
,
vndone
,
vndone
.
Exit
Scar.
For
Charity
haue
care
vpon
your
father
,
Least
that
his
greefe
,
bring
on
a
more
mishap
,
This
to
my
armes
,
my
sorrow
shall
bequeath
,
Tho
I
haue
lost
her
,
to
thy
graue
Ile
bring
,
Thou
wert
my
wife
,
and
Ile
thy
Requiem
sing
:
Go
you
to
the
Country
,
Ile
to
London
backe
,
All
ryot
now
,
since
that
my
soules
so
blacke
.
Exit
with
Clare
.
Ka.
Thus
am
I
left
like
Sea-tost-Marriners
,
My
Fortunes
being
no
more
then
my
distresse
,
Vpon
what
shore
soeuer
I
am
driuen
,
Be
it
good
or
bad
,
I
must
account
it
heauen
,
Tho
married
,
I
am
reputed
not
a
wife
,
Neglected
of
my
Husband
,
scornd
,
despis'd
,
And
tho
my
loue
and
true
obedience
Lies
prostrate
to
his
becke
,
his
heedles
eye
,
Receiues
my
seruices
vnworthily
.
I
know
no
cause
,
nor
will
be
cause
of
none
,
But
hope
for
better
dayes
when
bad
be
gone
,
You
are
my
guide
,
whether
must
I
,
Butler
?
But.
Toward
Wakefield
,
where
my
masters
liuing
lyes
.
Ka.
Toward
Wakefield
where
thy
maister
weele
attend
,
When
things
are
at
the
worst
,
tis
hopt
theyle
mend
.
Enter
Thomas
,
and
Iohn
Scarborrow
.
Tho.
How
now
sister
,
no
further
forward
on
your
iourney
yet
?
Ka.
When
greefes
before
one
,
who'd
go
on
to
griefe
,
Ide
rather
turne
me
backe
to
find
some
comfort
.
Iohn
And
that
way
sorrowes
hurtfuller
then
this
,
My
Brother
hauing
brought
vnto
a
graue
,
That
murthered
body
whom
he
cald
his
wife
,
And
spent
so
many
teares
vpon
her
Hearse
,
As
would
haue
made
a
Tyrant
to
relent
,
Then
kneeling
at
her
Coffin
,
thus
he
vowd
,
From
thence
he
neuer
would
embrace
your
bed
.
Tho.
The
more
Foole
he
.
Iohn
Neuer
from
hence
acknowledge
you
his
wife
,
When
others
striue
to
enrich
their
fathers
name
,
It
should
be
his
only
ayme
,
to
begger
his
,
To
spend
their
meanes
,
and
in
his
onely
pride
,
Which
with
a
sigh
confirmd
,
hees
rid
to
London
,
Vowing
a
course
,
that
by
his
life
so
foule
Men
nere
should
ioyn
the
hands
,
without
the
soule
.
Kath.
All
is
but
griefe
,
and
I
am
armd
for
it
.
Iohn
Weel
bring
you
on
your
way
in
hope
thats
strong
Time
may
at
length
make
strait
.
what
yet
is
wrong
.
Exit
.
Enter
Ilford
,
Wentloe
,
Bartley
.
Went.
Hees
our
owne
,
hees
our
own
,
Come
,
lets
make
vse
of
his
wealth
,
as
the
snow
of
Ice
:
Melt
it
,
melt
it
.
Ilf.
But
art
sure
he
will
hold
his
meeting
.
Wen.
As
sure
as
I
am
now
,
&
was
dead
drunke
last
night
.
Ilf.
Why
then
so
sure
will
I
be
arrested
by
a
couple
of
Sergeants
,
and
fall
into
one
of
the
vnlucky
Crankes
about
Cheapside
,
cald
Counters
.
Bar.
Withall
,
I
haue
prouided
M.
Grype
the
Vsurer
,
whoe
vpon
the
instant
will
be
ready
to
step
in
,
charge
the
Seargeaunts
to
keepe
thee
fast
,
and
that
now
hee
will
haue
his
fiue
hundered
pounds
,
or
thou
shalt
rot
for
it
.
Went
:
When
it
followes
,
young
Scarborow
shall
be
bounde
for
the
one
:
then
take
vp
as
much
more
,
we
share
the
one
half
,
&
help
him
to
be
drunke
with
the
other
.
Ilf.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Enter
Scarborow
.
Bar.
Why
,
dost
laugh
Franke
?
Ilf.
To
see
that
wee
and
Vsurers
line
by
the
fal
of
yong
heirs
as
swine
by
the
dropping
of
Acorns
.
But
hees
come
.
Where
be
these
Rogues
?
shall
we
ha
no
tendance
here
?
Scarb.
Good
day
Gentlemen
.
Ilf.
A
thousand
good
dayes
,
my
noble
Bully
,
and
as
manye
good
fortunes
as
there
wer
Grashoppers
in
Egypt
,
and
thats
couered
ouer
with
good
lucke
:
but
Nouns
,
Pronounes
,
and
Participles
.
Where
be
these
Rogues
here
:
what
,
shall
we
haue
no
Wine
here
?
Enter
Drawer
.
Drawer
Anon
,
anon
,
sir
.
Ilf.
Anon
,
goodman
Rascall
,
must
wee
stay
your
leysure
?
gee't
vs
by
and
by
,
with
a
poxe
to
you
.
Scar.
O
,
do
not
hurt
the
fellow
?
Exit
Drawer
Ilf.
Hurt
him
,
hang
him
,
Scrape-trencher
,
star-waren
,
Wine
spiller
,
mettle-clancer
,
Rogue
by
generation
.
Why
,
dost
heare
Will
?
If
thou
dost
not
vse
these
Grape-spillers
as
you
doe
theyr
pottle-pots
,
quoit
em
down
stayres
three
or
foure
times
at
a
supper
,
they
le
grow
as
sawcy
with
you
as
Sergeants
,
and
make
bils
more
vnconscionable
then
Taylors
.
Enter
Drawer
Draw.
Heres
the
pure
and
neat
grape
Gent.
I
hate
for
you
.
Ilford
.
Fill
vp
:
what
ha
you
brought
here
,
goodman
roge
?
Drawer
The
pure
element
of
Claret
sir
.
Ilf.
Ha
you
so
,
and
did
not
I
call
for
Rhenish
you
Mungrell
?
Throws
the
wine
in
the
Drawers
face
.
Scar.
Thou
needst
no
wine
,
I
prethee
be
more
mild
?
Ilf.
Be
mild
in
a
Tauerne
,
tis
treason
to
the
red
Lettyce
,
enemy
to
their
signe
post
,
and
slaue
to
humor
:
Preethee
,
lets
be
mad
,
Then
fill
our
heads
with
wine
,
till
euery
pate
be
drunke
,
Then
pisse
i'the
street
,
Iustell
all
you
meet
,
and
with
a
Punke
,
As
thou
wilt
do
now
and
then
:
Thanke
me
thy
good
Mayster
,
that
brought
thee
to
it
.
Went.
Nay
,
he
profits
well
,
but
the
worst
is
he
will
not
swear
yet
Scar.
Do
not
belie
me
:
If
there
be
any
good
in
me
thats
the
best
:
Oathes
are
necessary
for
nothing
,
They
passe
out
of
a
mās
mouth
,
like
smoake
through
a
chimney
,
that
files
all
the
waye
it
goes
.
Went.
Why
then
I
think
Tobacco
be
a
kind
of
swearing
,
for
it
furs
our
nose
pockily
.
Scar.
But
come
,
lets
drinke
our selues
into
a
stomach
afor
supper
.
Ilf.
Agreed
.
Ile
begin
with
a
new
health
.
Fill
vp
.
To
them
that
make
Land
fly
,
By
wine
,
whores
,
and
a
Die
.
To
them
,
that
only
thriues
,
By
kissing
others
Wiues
.
To
them
that
pay
for
cloathes
,
With
nothing
but
with
Oathes
:
Care
not
from
whom
they
get
,
So
they
may
be
in
debt
:
This
health
my
harts
drinkes
.
But
who
their
Taylors
pay
,
Borrow
,
and
keepe
their
day
,
Weel
hold
him
like
this
Glasse
,
A
brainlesse
empty
Asse
,
And
not
a
mate
for
vs
.
Drinke
round
my
harts
.
Wen.
An
excellent
health
.
Enter
Drawer
.
Mayster
Ilford
,
theres
a
couple
of
strangers
beneath
desires
to
speake
with
you
.
Ilf.
What
beards
ha
they
?
Gentleman-like-beards
,
or
broker-like-beards
?
Drawer
I
am
not
so
well
acquainted
with
the
Art
of
Face
mending
sir
:
but
they
would
speake
with
you
.
Ilf.
Ile
goe
downe
to
em
.
Went.
Doe
:
and
weele
stay
here
and
drinke
Tobacco
.
Scarb.
Thus
like
a
Feuer
that
doth
shake
a
man
From
strength
to
weaknesse
,
I
consume
my selfe
:
I
know
this
company
,
theyr
custome
vilde
,
Hated
,
abhord
of
good-men
,
yet
like
a
childe
By
reasons
rule
instructed
how
to
know
Euill
from
good
,
I
to
the
worser
go
.
Why
doe
you
suffer
this
,
you
vpper
powers
,
That
I
should
surfet
in
the
sinne
I
tast
,
haue
sence
to
feele
my
mischiefe
,
yet
make
wast
Of
heauen
and
earth
:
My selfe
will
answer
,
what
my selfe
doth
aske
?
Who
once
doth
cherish
sinne
,
begets
his
shame
,
For
vice
being
fosterd
once
,
coms
Impudence
,
Which
makes
men
count
sinne
,
Custom
,
not
offence
,
When
all
like
mee
,
their
reputation
blot
,
Pursuing
euill
,
while
the
good
's
forgot
got
.
Enter
Ilford
led
in
by
a
couple
of
Sergeants
,
and
Gripe
the
Vsurer
.
Ser.
Nay
,
neuer
striue
,
we
can
hold
you
.
Ilf.
I
,
me
,
and
any
man
else
,
and
a
fall
into
your
Clutches
:
Let
go
your
tugging
,
as
I
am
a
Gentleman
,
Ile
be
your
true
prisoner
.
Wen.
How
now
:
whats
the
matter
Franke
?
Ilf.
I
am
fallen
into
the
hands
of
Sergiants
,
I
am
arested
.
Bart.
How
,
arrest
a
Gentleman
in
our
company
?
Ilf.
Put
vp
,
put
vp
,
for
sins
sake
put
vp
,
lets
not
all
suppe
in
the
Counter
to night
,
let
me
speak
with
maister
Gripe
the
Creditor
.
Grip.
Well
:
what
say
you
to
me
Sir
?
Ilf.
You
haue
arrested
me
heere
maister
Gripe
.
Gri.
Not
I
Sir
,
the
Sergiants
haue
.
Ilf.
But
at
your
sute
master
Gripe
:
yet
hear
me
,
as
I
am
a
Gent.
Gri.
I
rather
you
could
say
as
you
were
an
honest
man
,
and
then
I
might
beleeue
you
.
Ilf.
Yet
heare
me
.
Gri.
Heare
me
no
hearings
,
I
lent
you
my
mony
for
good
will
.
Ilf.
And
I
spent
it
for
meere
necessity
,
I
confesse
I
owe
you
fiue
hundred
pound
,
and
I
confesse
I
owe
not
a
peny
to
any
man
,
but
he
wold
be
glad
to
hate
:
my
bond
you
haue
already
master
Gripe
If
you
will
,
now
take
my
word
.
Grip.
Word
me
no
wordes
:
Officers
looke
to
your
prisoner
:
If
you
cannot
either
make
me
present
paiment
,
or
put
me
in
security
such
as
I
shall
like
too
.
Ilf.
Such
as
you
shall
like
too
:
what
say
you
to
this
young
Gent.
He
is
the
widgen
that
wee
must
feed
vpon
.
Grip.
Who
young
maister
Scarborrow
,
he
is
an
honest
Gentleman
for
ought
I
know
,
I
nere
lost
peny
by
him
.
Ilf.
I
would
be
ashamd
any
man
should
say
so
by
me
,
that
I
haue
had
dealings
withall
:
But
my
inforced
friends
,
wilt
please
you
but
to
retire
into
some
smal
distance
,
whilst
I
discend
with
a
few
words
to
these
Gentlemen
,
and
Ile
commit
my selfe
into
your
hands
immediately
.
Ser.
Well
sir
weele
wait
vpon
you
.
Ilf.
Gentlemen
I
am
to
proferre
some
conference
,
and
in
especially
to
you
maister
Scarborrow
,
our
meeting
here
for
your
mirth
hath
proued
to
me
thus
aduerse
,
that
in
your
companies
I
am
Arrested
:
How
ill
it
will
stand
with
the
flourish
of
your
reputations
when
men
of
ranke
and
note
communicate
,
that
I
Franke
Ilforde
,
Gentlem
.
whose
Fortunes
may
transcend
,
to
make
ample
Gratuities
future
,
and
heape
satisfaction
for
any
present
extention
of
his
friends
kindnes
,
was
Inforced
from
the
Miter
in
Bredstreet
,
to
the
Counter
i`th
Poultrey
:
for
mine
owne
part
,
if
you
shall
thinke
it
meet
,
and
that
it
shall
acord
with
the
state
of
gentry
,
to
submit
my selfe
from
the
featherbed
in
the
Maisters
side
,
or
the
Flock-bed
in
the
Knights
warde
,
to
the
straw-bed
in
the
hole
,
I
shall
buckle
to
my
heeles
insted
of
guilt
spurs
,
the
armour
of
patience
,
and
doote
.
Went.
Come
,
come
,
what
a
pox
need
all
this
,
this
is
Mellis
Flora
,
the
sweetest
of
the
hony
,
he
that
was
not
made
to
fat
Cattel
,
but
to
feed
Gentlemen
.
Bart.
You
weare
good
cloaths
.
Wen.
Are
well
descended
.
Bart.
Keepe
the
best
company
.
Went.
Should
regard
your
credit
.
Bar.
Stand
not
vpon`t
,
be
bound
,
be
bound
.
Wen.
Ye
are
richly
married
.
Bar.
Loue
not
your
wife
.
Wen.
Haue
store
of
friends
.
Bar.
Who
shall
be
your
heyre
.
Wen.
The
sonne
of
some
slaue
.
Bar.
Some
groome
.
Wen.
Some
Horse-keeper
.
Bart.
Stand
not
vpont
,
be
bound
,
be
bound
.
Scar.
Well
at
your
Importance
,
for
once
Ile
stretch
my
purse
Whose
borne
to
sinke
,
as
good
this
way
as
worse
.
went.
Now
speakes
my
Bully
like
a
Gentleman
of
worth
.
Bart.
Of
merit
.
went.
Fit
to
be
regarded
.
Bar.
That
shall
command
our
soules
.
went.
Our
swords
.
Bart.
Our selues
.
Ilf.
To
feed
vpon
you
as
Pharoes
leane
kine
did
vpon
the
fat
.
Scar.
Maister
Gripe
is
my
bond
currant
for
this
Gentleman
.
Ilf.
Good
security
you
Aegyptian
Grashopper
,
good
security
?
Gri.
And
for
as
much
more
kinde
Maister
Scarborrow
.
Prouided
that
men
mortal
as
we
are
,
May
haue
.
Scar.
May
haue
security
.
Gri.
Your
bond
with
land
conuaid
,
which
may
assure
me
of
mine
owne
againe
.
Scar.
You
shal
be
satisfied
,
and
Ile
become
your
debter
,
for
full
fiue
hundred
more
then
he
doth
owe
you
.
This
night
we
sup
heere
,
beare
vs
company
,
And
bring
your
Counsell
,
Scriuener
,
and
the
mony
with
you
,
Where
I
wil
make
as
ful
assurance
as
in
the
Law
you`d
wish
.
Gri.
I
take
your
word
Sir
,
And
so
discharge
you
of
your
prisoner
.
Ilf.
Why
then
lets
come
and
take
vp
a
new
roome
,
the
infected
hath
spit
in
this
.
He
that
hath
store
of
Coyne
,
wants
not
a
frend
,
Thou
shalt
receiue
sweet
rogue
,
and
we
will
spend
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Thomas
and
Iohn
Scarborrow
,
Ioh.
Brother
,
you
see
the
extreamity
of
want
Inforceth
vs
to
question
for
our
owne
,
The
rather
that
we
see
,
not
like
a
Brother
Our
Brother
keepes
from
vs
to
spend
on
other
.
Tho.
True
,
he
has
in
his
hands
our
portions
,
the
patrimony
which
our
Father
gaue
vs
,
with
which
he
lies
fatting
himselfe
with
Sacke
and
suger
in
the
house
,
and
we
are
faine
to
walke
with
lean
purses
abroad
.
Credit
must
be
maintained
which
wil
not
be
without
mony
,
Good
cloaths
must
be
had
,
which
will
not
be
without
money
,
company
must
be
kept
which
wil
not
be
without
money
,
al
which
we
must
haue
,
and
from
him
we
will
haue
money
.
Io.
Besides
,
we
haue
brought
our
sister
to
this
Towne
,
That
she
her selfe
hauing
her
owne
from
him
,
Might
bring
her selfe
in
Court
to
be
preferd
,
Vnder
some
Noble
personage
,
or
els
that
he
Whose
friends
are
great
in
Court
,
by
his
late
match
,
As
he
is
in
nature
bound
,
prouide
for
her
.
Tho.
And
he
shall
do
it
brother
,
tho
we
haue
waited
at
his
lodging
,
longer
then
a
Taylours
bil
on
a
young
Knight
for
an
old
rekoning
,
without
speaking
with
him
,
Heere
we
know
he
is
,
and
we
wil
call
him
to
parle
.
Io.
Yet
let
vs
doot
in
mild
and
gentle
tearmes
,
Faire
words
perhaps
may
sooner
draw
our
owne
,
Then
ruffer
courses
by
which
his
mischiefe
grown
.
En.
Draw
Dr.
Anon
,
anon
,
looke
downe
into
the
Dolphine
there
.
Tho.
Here
comes
a
drawer
we
wil
question
him
.
Tho.
Doe
you
heare
my
friend
,
is
not
maister
Scarborrow
here
?
Draw.
Here
sir
,
what
a
iest
is
that
,
where
should
hee
bee
else
,
I
would
haue
you
well
know
my
maister
hopes
to
grow
rich
before
he
leaues
him
.
Io.
How
long
hath
he
continued
heere
since
he
came
hether
.
Draw.
Faith
Sir
not
so
long
as
Noahs
floude
,
yet
long
enough
to
haue
drowned
vp
the
liuings
of
three
Knights
,
as
Knights
goes
now
adaies
,
some
moneth
or
there abouts
.
Iohn
.
Time
ill
consumed
to
ruinate
our
house
,
But
what
are
they
that
keepe
him
company
?
Draw.
Pitch
,
Pitch
,
but
I
must
not
say
so
,
but
for
your
further
satisfaction
,
did
you
euer
see
a
young
whelpe
and
a
Lyon
plaie
together
.
Iohn
.
Yes
.
Draw.
Such
is
maister
Scarborrows
company
Within
Oliuer
.
Draw.
Anon
,
anon
,
looke
downe
to
the
Pomgranate
there
.
Tho.
I
prethee
say
heeres
them
would
speake
with
him
.
Draw.
Ile
do
your
message
:
Anon
,
anon
there
.
Exit
Iohn
This
foole
speakes
wiser
then
he
is
aware
,
young
heires
left
in
this
towne
where
sins
so
ranke
,
And
prodigals
gape
to
grow
fat
by
them
,
Are
like
young
whelps
throwne
in
the
Lyons
den
,
Who
play
with
them
awhile
,
at
length
deuoure
them
.
Enter
Scarborrow
.
Scar.
Whose
there
would
speake
with
me
?
Iohn
.
Your
Brothers
,
who
are
glad
to
see
you
well
.
Scar,
Well
.
Iohn
.
Tis
not
your
ryot
,
that
we
heare
you
vse
,
(
With
such
as
wast
their
goods
,
as
Time
the
world
With
a
continuall
spending
,
nor
that
you
keepe
The
companie
of
a
most
Leprous
route
,
Consumes
your
bodies
wealth
,
infects
your
name
With
such
Plague-sores
,
that
had
you
reasons
eie
,
Twould
make
you
sicke
,
to
see
you
visit
them
)
Hath
drawne
vs
,
but
our
wants
to
craue
the
dew
Our
father
gaue
,
and
yet
remaines
with
you
.
Tho.
Our
Byrth-right
good
brother
,
this
Towne
craues
mainteinance
,
silke
stockings
must
be
had
,
and
we
would
be
loath
our
heritage
should
be
arraigned
at
the
Vintners
bar
,
and
so
condemned
to
the
Vintners
box
,
though
while
you
did
keepe
house
,
wee
had
some
Belly-timber
at
your
Table
,
or
so
,
yet
wee
would
haue
you
think
,
we
are
your
Brothers
,
yet
no
Esaus
to
sell
our
patrimony
for
Porridge
.
Scar.
So
,
so
,
what
hath
your
comming
else
?
Io.
With
vs
our
sister
ioynes
in
our
request
,
Whom
we
haue
brought
along
with
vs
to
London
,
To
haue
her
portion
,
wherewith
to
prouide
,
An
honord
seruice
,
or
an
honest
bride
.
Scar.
So
,
then
you
two
my
Brothers
,
and
she
my
sister
,
come
not
as
in
duty
you
are
bound
,
to
an
elder
brother
,
out
of
Yorkshire
to
see
vs
,
but
like
leaches
to
sucke
from
vs
.
Io.
We
come
compeld
by
want
to
craue
our
owne
.
Scar.
Sir
,
for
your
owne
,
then
thus
be
satisfied
,
Both
hers
and
yours
were
left
in
trust
with
me
,
And
I
will
keepe
it
for
ye
:
Must
you
appoint
vs
,
Or
what
we
please
to
like
mixt
with
reproofe
,
You
haue
bin
to
sawcy
both
,
and
you
shall
know
,
Ile
curbe
you
for
it
,
aske
why
;
Ile
haue
it
so
?
Io.
We
do
but
craue
our
owne
.
Scar.
Your
owne
sir
:
whats
your
owne
?
Tho.
Our
portions
giuen
vs
by
our
fathers
will
,
Io.
Which
here
you
spend
.
Tho.
Consume
?
Io.
Wayes
worse
then
ill
.
Scar.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Enter
Ilford
.
Ilf.
Nay
,
nay
,
nay
,
Wil
:
prethy
come
away
,
we
haue
a
full
gallon
of
Sacke
staies
in
the
fire
for
thee
,
thou
must
pledge
it
to
the
health
of
a
friend
of
thine
.
Scar.
What
dost
thinke
these
are
Franke
?
Ilf.
They
are
Fidlers
I
thinke
,
if
they
be
,
I
preethe
sende
them
into
the
next
roome
,
and
let
them
scrape
there
,
and
weell
send
to
them
presently
.
Scar.
They
are
my
brothers
Franke
,
come
out
of
Yorkeshire
,
To
the
Tauerne
here
,
to
aske
their
portions
:
they
call
my
pleasures
,
ryots
,
my
company
Leproes
,
&
like
a
school
boy
,
they
would
tutor
me
?
Ilf.
O
,
thou
shouldst
haue
done
wel
to
haue
bound
them
prentises
when
they
were
young
,
they
woulde
haue
made
a
couple
of
sawcy
Taylers
.
Tho.
Taylers
?
Ilf.
I
Birdlime
:
Taylers
:
Taylours
are
good
men
,
and
in
the
Terme
time
they
weare
good
Cloathes
.
Come
,
you
must
learne
more
manners
,
stand
at
your
Brothers
backe
,
as
to
shift
a
Treancher
neately
,
and
take
a
Cuppe
of
Sacke
,
and
a
Capons
legge
contentedly
.
Tho.
You
are
a
slaue
That
feeds
vpon
my
brother
like
a
flie
,
Poysoning
where
thou
dost
sucke
.
Scar.
You
lie
.
Io.
O
,
to
my
griefe
I
speake
it
,
you
shall
find
,
Theres
no
more
difference
in
a
Tauern-haunter
Then
is
betweene
a
Spittle
and
a
Begger
.
Tho.
Thou
workst
on
him
like
Tempests
on
a
ship
.
Io.
And
he
the
worthy
Trafficke
that
doth
sinke
.
Tho.
Thou
makst
his
name
more
loathsome
then
a
graue
.
Io.
Liuest
like
a
Dog
,
by
vomit
,
Tho.
Die
a
slave
?
Heere
they
draw
.
Wentlo
,
and
Bartley
come
in
,
and
the
two
Vintners
boyes
,
with
Clubbes
.
All
set
vpon
the
two
Brothers
.
Butler
,
Scarborrows
man
comes
in
,
stands
by
,
sees
them
fight
takes
part
with
neyther
.
But.
Do
,
fight
:
I
loue
you
all
well
,
because
you
were
my
olde
masters
sonnes
,
but
Ile
neither
part
you
,
nor
be
partaker
with
you
.
I
come
to
bring
my
mast
,
newes
,
he
hath
two
sons
borne
at
a
birth
in
Yorkshire
,
and
I
find
him
together
by
the
ears
with
his
brothers
in
a
Tauerne
in
London
.
Brother
and
brother
at
ods
,
tis
naught
:
sure
,
it
was
not
thus
in
the
days
of
charity
.
Whats
this
world
lyke
to
?
Faith
iust
like
an
Inne-keepers
Chamber-pot
,
receiues
all
waters
,
good
and
bad
,
It
had
need
of
much
scouring
.
My
old
mast
kept
a
good
house
,
and
twenty
or
thirty
tall
sworde
and
Buckler
men
about
him
,
and
y
fayth
his
sonne
differs
not
much
,
he
wil
haue
mettle
to
,
tho
he
hath
not
store
of
Cutlers
blades
,
he
will
haue
plentie
of
Vintners
pots
.
His
father
kept
a
good
house
for
honest
men
,
his
Tenants
,
that
brought
him
in
part
,
and
his
son
keeps
a
bad
de
house
with
Knaues
that
helpe
to
consume
al
.
Tis
but
the
change
of
time
:
why
shoulde
any
man
repyne
at
it
:
Crekits
,
good
liuing
,
and
lucky
wormes
,
were
wont
to
feede
,
sing
,
and
reioyce
in
the
fathers
chimney
,
and
nowe
Carrion
Crowes
builds
in
the
sons
Kitchen
,
I
could
be
sorry
for
it
,
but
I
am
too
old
to
weepe
.
Well
then
,
I
will
go
tel
him
newes
of
his
of-springs
.
Exit
Enter
the
two
brothers
,
Thomas
and
Iohn
Scarborrow
hurt
,
and
sister
.
Sist.
Alas
good
Brothers
,
how
came
this
mischance
?
Tho.
Our
portions
,
our
brother
hath
giuen
vs
our
portions
sister
,
hath
he
not
?
Sist.
He
would
not
be
so
monstrous
I
am
sure
.
Io.
Excuse
him
not
,
he
is
more
degenerate
,
Then
greedy
Vipers
that
deuoure
their
mother
,
They
eat
on
her
but
to
preserue
themselues
,
And
he
consumes
himselfe
,
and
Beggers
vs
.
A
Tauerne
is
his
Inne
,
where
amongst
Slaues
,
He
kils
his
substance
,
making
pots
the
graues
To
bury
that
which
our
forefathers
gaue
.
I
askt
him
for
our
portions
,
told
him
that
you
Were
brought
to
London
,
and
we
were
in
want
,
Humbly
we
crau`d
our
owne
,
when
his
Reply
Was
,
he
knew
none
we
had
,
beg
,
starue
,
or
die
.
Sist.
Alas
what
course
is
left
for
vs
to
liue
by
then
?
Tho
In
troth
sister
,
we
two
to
beg
in
the
fields
,
And
you
to
betake
your selfe
to
the
old
trade
,
Filling
of
smal
Cans
in
the
suburbes
.
Sist
Shall
I
be
left
then
like
a
common
road
,
That
euery
beast
that
can
but
pay
his
tole
May
trauel
ouer
,
and
like
to
Cammomil
,
Flourish
the
better
being
trodden
on
.
Enter
Butler
bleeding
.
But,
Well
I
will
not
curse
him
:
he
seedes
now
vppon
Sacke
&
Anchoues
with
a
pox
to
him
:
but
if
he
be
not
faine
before
he
dies
to
eate
Acornes
,
let
me
liue
with
nothing
but
pollerd
,
and
my
mouth
be
made
a
Cooking
stoole
for
euery
scolde
to
set
her
tayle
on
.
Tho.
How
now
Butler
,
whats
the
meaning
of
this
?
But.
Your
brother
meanes
to
lame
as
many
as
he
can
,
that
is
a
begger
himselfe
,
many
liue
with
him
in
the
Hospital
.
His
wife
sent
me
out
of
Yorkshire
,
to
tell
him
,
that
God
had
blest
him
with
two
sonnes
,
he
bids
a
plague
of
them
,
a
vengeance
of
her
,
crosses
mee
ore
the
pate
,
and
sendes
mee
to
the
Surgeons
to
seeke
salue
:
I
lookt
at
least
he
should
haue
giuen
me
a
brace
of
Angels
for
my
paines
.
Tho.
Thou
hast
not
lost
all
thy
longing
,
I
am
sure
he
hath
giuen
thee
a
crackt
crowne
.
But.
A
plague
on
his
fingers
,
I
cannot
tel
,
he
is
your
Brother
&
my
maister
,
I
would
be
loath
to
Prophesie
of
him
,
but
who soere
doth
cursse
his
Children
being
Infants
,
ban
his
wife
lying
in
childbed
,
and
beats
his
man
brings
him
newes
of
it
,
they
may
bee
borne
rich
,
but
they
shall
liue
Slaues
,
be
Knaues
,
and
die
Beggers
.
Sist.
Did
he
do
so
.
But.
Gesse
you
,
he
bid
a
plague
of
them
,
a
vengeance
on
her
,
&
sent
me
to
the
Surgeons
.
Sist.
Why
then
I
see
there
is
no
hope
of
him
.
Some
husbandes
are
respectles
of
their
wiues
,
During
the
time
that
they
are
yssulesse
,
But
none
with
Infants
blest
,
can
nourish
hate
,
But
loue
the
mother
for
the
childrens
sake
.
Io.
But
hee
that
is
giuen
ouer
vnto
sin
,
Leprosed
therewith
without
,
and
so
within
,
O
Butler
,
we
were
yssue
to
one
father
?
But.
And
he
was
an
honest
Gentleman
.
Io.
Whose
hopes
were
better
then
the
sunne
he
left
,
Should
set
so
soon
,
vnto
his
houses
shame
.
He
liues
in
Tauernes
,
spending
of
his
wealth
,
And
heere
his
Brothers
and
distressed
Sister
,
Not
hauing
any
meanes
to
helpe
vs
with
.
Tho.
Not
a
Scots
Baubee
(
by
this
hand
)
to
blesse
vs
with
.
Io.
And
not
content
to
ryot
out
his
owne
,
But
he
detaines
our
portions
:
suffers
vs
In
this
strange
Ayre
,
open
to
euery
wracke
,
Whilst
he
in
ryot
swims
to
be
in
lacke
.
But.
The
mores
the
pitty
.
Sist.
I
know
not
what
course
to
take
me
to
,
Honesty
faine
would
liue
:
What
shall
I
do
?
But.
Sooth
Ile
tell
you
,
your
brother
hath
hurt
vs
,
We
three
will
hurt
you
,
and
then
go
all
to
a
spittle
together
.
Sist.
Iest
not
at
her
,
whose
burden
is
too
greuous
,
But
rather
lend
a
meanes
how
to
releeue
vs
.
But.
Well
I
doe
pitty
you
,
and
the
rather
because
you
sale
,
you
woulde
faine
liue
honest
and
want
meanes
for
it
,
for
I
can
tell
you
tis
as
strange
heere
to
see
a
maid
faire
,
poore
,
and
honest
,
as
to
see
a
Collier
with
a
cleane
face
.
Maids
heere
do
liue
(
especially
without
maintenance
)
Like
Mice
going
to
a
trap
,
They
nibble
long
,
at
last
they
get
a
clap
.
Your
father
was
my
good
Benifactor
,
and
gaue
me
a
house
whilst
I
liue
to
put
my
head
in
:
for
I
would
be
loth
then
to
see
his
onely
daughter
,
for
want
of
meanes
,
turne
punk
,
I
haue
a
drift
to
keepe
you
honest
.
Haue
you
a
care
to
keepe
your selfe
so
,
yet
you
shall
not
know
of
it
,
for
womens
tounges
are
like
siues
,
they
will
holde
nothing
,
they
haue
power
to
vent
.
You
two
wil
further
me
.
Iohn
.
In
any
thing
good
honest
Butler
.
Tho.
Ift
be
to
take
a
purse
Ile
be
one
.
But.
Perhaps
thou
speakest
righter
then
thou
art
aware
of
:
wel
,
as
chance
it
,
I
haue
receiued
my
wages
:
there
is
forty
shillings
for
you
,
Ile
set
you
in
a
lodging
,
and
till
you
heare
from
vs
,
let
that
prouide
for
you
,
weele
first
to
the
surgeons
,
To
keepe
you
honest
,
and
to
keepe
you
braue
,
For
once
an
honest
man
,
will
turne
a
Knaue
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Scarborrow
hauing
a
Boy
carrying
a
Torch
with
him
,
Ilford
Wentlo
,
and
Barley
.
Scar.
Boy
,
bear
the
Torch
faire
:
Now
am
I
armd
to
fight
with
a
Wind-mill
,
and
to
take
the
wall
of
an
Emperor
:
Much
drinke
,
no
money
:
A
heauy
head
,
and
a
light
paire
of
heeles
.
Went.
O
,
stand
man
?
Scar.
I
weare
an
excellent
creature
to
make
a
Punk
of
,
I
should
downe
with
the
least
touch
of
a
knaues
finger
,
thou
hast
made
a
good
night
of
this
:
What
hast
won
Franke
?
Ilf.
A
matter
of
nothing
,
some
hundred
pounds
.
Scar.
This
is
the
hel
of
al
gamsters
,
I
thinke
when
they
are
at
play
,
the
boord
eases
vp
the
money
:
For
if
there
be
fiue
hundred
pound
lost
,
theres
neuer
but
a
hundred
pounds
wonne
.
Boy
,
take
the
wall
of
any
man
,
and
yet
by
light
,
such
deedes
of
darkness
may
not
be
.
Put
out
the
Torch
.
Went.
What
dost
meane
by
that
Will
?
Scar.
To
saue
charge
,
and
walke
like
a
Fury
with
a
fire-brande
in
my
hand
,
euery
one
goes
by
the
light
,
&
weel
go
by
the
smoke
.
Enter
Lord
Faulconbridge
.
Scar.
Boy
,
keepe
the
Wall
:
I
will
not
budge
for
any
man
,
by
these
Thumbs
,
and
the
paring
of
the
Nayles
shal
stick
in
thy
teeth
not
for
a
world
.
Lord
.
Whose
this
,
young
Scarborrow
?
Scar.
The
man
that
the
Mare
rid
on
.
Lord
.
Is
this
the
reuerence
that
you
owe
to
me
?
Scar.
You
should
haue
brought
me
vp
better
.
Lord
.
That
vice
should
thus
transforme
man
to
a
beast
.
Scar.
Go
to
,
your
names
Lorde
,
Ile
talke
with
you
when
your
out
a
debt
and
ha
better
cloaths
.
Lord
.
I
pitty
thee
euen
with
my
very
soule
.
Scar.
Pitty
ith
thy
throat
,
I
can
drinke
Muscadine
and
Egges
,
and
Muld
sack
,
do
you
heare
:
you
put
a
peece
of
turnd
stuffe
vpon
me
,
but
I
wil
-
Lord
.
What
will
you
do
Sir
?
Scar.
Pisse
in
thy
way
,
and
thats
no
slander
.
Lord
.
Your
sober
blood
wil
teach
you
otherwise
.
Enter
Sir
William
Scarborrow
.
S.
Will.
My
honoured
Lord
,
your
happily
wel
met
,
Lord
.
Ill
met
to
see
your
Nephew
in
this
case
,
More
like
a
brute
Beast
,
then
a
Gentleman
.
S.
wil.
Fi
:
Nephew
,
shame
you
not
thus
to
transform
your self
?
Scar.
Can
your
nose
smell
a
Torch
.
Ilf.
Be
not
so
wilde
,
it
is
thine
Vnckle
Scarborrow
.
Scar.
Why
then
tis
the
more
likely
tis
my
Fathers
brother
.
sir
wil.
Shame
to
our
name
,
to
make
thy selfe
a
Beast
,
Thy
body
worthy
borne
,
and
thy
youths
brest
Tyld
in
due
time
for
better
discipline
.
Lo.
Thy selfe
new
married
to
a
Noble
house
,
Rich
in
possessions
,
and
Posterity
,
Which
should
cal
home
thy
vnstaid
affections
.
S.
will.
Where
thou
makst
havock
.
Lo.
Ryot
,
spoyle
,
and
wast
,
Syr
willi.
.
Of
what
thy
father
left
.
Lor.
And
liuest
disgracst
.
Scar.
Ile
send
you
shorter
to
heauen
,
then
you
came
to
the
earth
,
do
you
Catechize
?
Do
you
Catechize
?
He
drawes
and
strikes
at
them
.
Ilf.
Hold
,
hold
,
do
you
draw
vpon
your
vnckle
?
Scar.
Pox
of
that
Lord
,
Weele
meet
at
Miter
,
where
weele
sup
downe
sorrow
,
We
are
drunke
to night
,
and
so
weele
be
to morrow
.
Exeunt
Lo.
Why
now
I
see
:
what
I
hard
of
,
I
beleeu'd
not
,
Your
kinsman
liues
.
S.
wil.
Like
to
a
swine
.
Lo,
A
perfect
Epythite
hee
feeds
on
draffe
,
And
wallowes
in
the
mire
,
to
make
men
laugh
,
I
pitty
him
.
Sir
wil.
No
pitties
fit
for
him
.
Lo.
Yet
weele
aduise
him
.
Syr
wil.
He
is
my
kinsman
.
Lo.
Being
in
the
pit
where
many
do
fall
in
,
We
wil
both
comfort
him
,
and
counsel
him
.
Exeunt
Anoyse
within
,
crying
,
Follow
,
follow
,
follow
:
Then
enter
Butler
,
Thomas
and
Iohn
Scarborrow
with
money
bagges
.
Tho.
What
shal
we
do
now
Butler
?
But.
A
man
had
better
lyne
a
good
handsome
payre
of
gallows
before
his
time
,
then
be
born
to
do
these
sucklings
good
,
their
mothers
milke
not
wrung
out
of
their
nose
yet
,
they
knowe
no
more
how
to
behaue
themselues
in
this
honest
and
needeful
calling
of
Purse-taking
,
then
I
do
to
peece
stockings
.
within
.
This
way
,
This
way
,
this
way
.
Both
.
Sfut
what
shal
we
do
now
?
But.
See
if
they
do
not
quake
like
a
trembling
.
Asp-leafe
,
and
look
more
miserable
then
one
of
the
wicked
Elders
picturd
in
the
painted
cloth
,
should
they
but
come
to
the
credit
to
be
arraind
for
their
valor
,
before
a
worshipfull
bench
,
their
very
lookes
woulde
hang
'em
,
and
they
were
indighted
but
for
stealing
of
Egs
.
within
.
Follow
,
follow
,
this
way
follow
.
Tho:
Butler
.
Iohn
.
Honest
Butler
.
Butler
.
Squat
hart
squat
,
creepe
mee
into
these
Bushes
,
lye
me
as
close
to
the
ground
as
you
would
do
to
a
wench
.
Tho.
How
good
Butler
,
show
us
how
.
But.
By
the
Moone
patronesse
of
all
purse-takers
,
who
woulde
be
troubled
with
such
Changelings
,
squat
hart
squat
.
Tho.
Thus
Butler
.
But.
I
so
suckling
,
so
,
sturre
not
nowe
,
If
the
peering
Rogues
chance
to
goe
ouer
you
,
yet
sturre
not
younger
Brothers
call
you
em
and
haue
no
more
forecast
,
I
am
ashamd
of
you
,
these
are
such
whose
fathers
had
neede
leaue
them
money
,
euen
to
make
them
ready
withall
,
for
by
this
hiltes
,
they
haue
not
wit
to
butten
theyr
sleeues
without
teaching
,
close
,
squat
close
.
Now
if
the
lot
of
hanging
do
fall
to
my
share
,
so
,
then
the
Fathers
old
man
drops
for
his
young
maisters
.
If
it
chance
it
chances
and
when
it
chaunces
,
heauen
and
the
Sheriffe
send
me
a
good
rope
,
I
wold
not
go
vp
the
lather
twice
for
any
thing
,
in
the
meane
time
preuentious
,
honest
preuentions
do
well
,
off
with
my
skin
,
so
you
on
the
ground
,
and
I
to
this
tree
to
escape
the
Gallows
.
With
.
Follow
,
follow
,
follow
.
But.
Do
follow
,
if
I
do
not
deceiue
you
,
Ile
bid
a
poxe
of
this
wit
,
and
hang
with
a
good
grace
.
Enter
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
with
two
or
three
other
with
him
.
Har.
Vp
to
this
wood
they
tooke
,
search
neare
my
friendes
,
I
am
this
morne
robd
of
three
hundred
pound
.
But.
I
am
sorry
there
was
not
foure
to
haue
made
euen
money
now
by
the
Deuils
hornes
,
tis
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
.
Har.
Leaue
not
a
bush
vnbeare
,
nor
tree
vnsearcht
,
as
sure
as
I
was
robd
the
theeues
went
this
way
.
But.
Theirs
Nobody
I
perceiue
but
may
lie
at
sometime
for
one
of
them
climbd
this
wayes
.
1.
Stand
,
I
heare
a
voice
,
and
heres
an
Owle
in
an
Iuy
bush
.
Bat.
You
lie
,
tis
an
old
Seruingman
in
a
Nut-tree
.
2
Sirrah
,
sir
,
what
make
you
in
that
tree
.
But.
Gathring
of
Nuts
,
that
such
fools
as
you
are
may
cracke
the
shels
,
and
I
eat
the
kernels
.
Har.
What
fellowes
that
?
But.
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
,
my
Noble
Knight
,
I
am
gladde
of
your
good
health
,
you
heare
your
Age
faier
,
you
keep
a
good
house
,
I
ha
fed
at
your
boord
,
and
bin
drunke
in
your
buttery
.
Har.
But
sirha
:
what
made
you
in
that
tree
?
My
man
and
I
at
foot
of
yonder
hill
Were
by
three
knaves
robd
of
three
hundred
pound
.
But.
A
shrewd
losse
berlady
sir
,
but
your
good
worship
may
now
see
the
fruit
of
being
miserable
:
You
will
ride
but
with
one
man
to
saue
hors-meat
and
mans
meat
at
your
Inne
at
night
,
&
lose
three
hundred
pound
in
a
morning
.
Har.
Sirha
,
I
say
I
ha
lost
three
hundred
pound
.
But.
And
I
say
sir
,
I
wish
all
miserable
knights
might
bee
serued
so
:
For
had
you
kept
halfe
a
dozen
tall
fellowes
,
as
a
man
of
your
coat
should
do
,
they
woulde
haue
helpt
now
to
keep
your
money
.
Har.
But
tell
me
sir
,
why
lurkt
you
in
that
tree
?
But.
Mary
,
I
will
tell
you
sir
,
Comming
to
the
top
of
the
hill
where
you
(
Right
worshipfull
)
wer
robd
at
the
bottome
,
&
seeing
some
a
scuffling
together
,
my
mind
strait
gaue
me
ther
were
knaues
abroad
.
Now
sir
,
I
knowing
my selfe
to
be
olde
,
tough
,
and
vnwieldy
,
not
being
able
to
doe
as
I
would
,
as
muche
as
to
say
;
Rescue
you
(
right
Worshipfull
,
)
I
like
an
honest
man
,
one
of
the
Kings
liege
people
,
and
a
good
subiect
Ser.
A
sayes
well
Sir
.
Got
me
vp
to
the
top
of
that
tree
:
The
tree
(
if
it
could
speake
)
would
beare
me
witnesse
,
that
there
I
might
see
which
way
the
knaues
tooke
,
then
to
tell
you
of
it
,
and
you
right
worshipfullie
to
send
hue
to
cry
after
em
.
Har.
Was
it
so
.
But.
Nay
twas
so
sir
.
Har.
Nay
then
I
tell
thee
they
tooke
into
this
wood
.
But.
And
I
tell
thee
(
setting
thy
worsh.
knighthood
aside
)
he
lyes
in
his
throat
that
saies
so
:
Had
not
one
of
them
a
white
Frocke
?
Did
they
not
bind
your
worships
knighthoode
by
the
thumbs
?
then
fagoted
you
and
the
fool
your
man
,
back
to
back
.
Man.
He
sayes
true
.
But.
Why
then
so
truly
,
came
not
they
into
this
wood
,
but
tooke
ouer
the
Lawnes
,
&
left
Winno
steeple
on
the
left
hand
.
Har.
It
may
be
so
,
by
this
they
are
out
of
reach
,
Well
,
farewell
it
.
But,
Ride
with
more
men
,
good
knight
.
Har.
It
shall
teach
me
wit
.
Exit
Har.
with
followers
.
But.
So
,
If
this
bee
not
playd
a
weapon
beyonde
a
Schollers
Prize
,
let
me
be
hist
at
.
Now
to
the
next
.
Come
out
you
Hedghogs
?
Tho.
O
Butler
,
thou
deserust
to
be
chronicled
for
this
.
But.
Do
not
bely
me
,
If
I
had
my
right
I
deserue
to
be
hanged
fort
.
But
come
,
Downe
with
your
dust
,
our
mornings
purchase
.
Tho.
Heer
tis
,
Thou
hast
playd
well
,
Thou
deserust
two
shares
in
it
.
But.
Three
hundred
pound
:
A
pretty
breakfast
:
Many
a
mā
workes
harde
all
his
daies
and
neuer
sees
halfe
the
money
.
But
come
,
Tho
it
be
badly
got
,
it
shalbe
better
bestowd
.
But
do
ye
heare
Galants
,
I
ha
not
taught
you
this
trade
to
get
your
liuings
by
.
Vse
it
not
,
for
if
you
doe
,
though
I
scapt
by
the
Nut
tree
,
be
sure
youle
speed
by
the
Rope
:
But
for
your
paynes
at
this
tyme
,
Theres
a
hundred
pounds
for
you
,
how
you
shall
bestow
it
,
Ile
giue
you
instructions
.
But
do
you
heare
,
Looke
you
goe
not
to
your
Gilles
,
your
Punkes
,
and
your
Cock-tricks
with
it
,
If
I
hear
you
do
:
as
I
am
an
honest
theefe
,
tho
I
helpt
you
now
out
of
the
Bryers
,
Ile
be
a
meanes
yet
to
helpe
you
to
the
Gallowes
.
How
the
rest
shall
be
employd
I
haue
determined
,
and
by
the
way
Ile
make
you
acquainted
with
it
.
To
steale
is
bad
,
but
taken
where
is
store
,
The
faults
the
lesse
,
being
don
to
helpe
the
pore
Exeunt
.
Enter
Ilford
,
wentloe
,
Bartley
.
Ilford
hauing
a
letter
in
his
hande
.
Ilf.
Sure
I
ha
sed
my
prayers
,
and
liud
vertuously
a
late
,
that
this
good
fortunes
befalne
me
.
Looke
Gallants
:
I
am
sent
for
to
come
downe
to
my
Fathers
buriall
.
went.
But
dust
meane
to
goe
?
Ilf.
Troth
no
,
Ile
go
down
to
take
possession
of
his
land
,
let
the
cūtry
bury
him
&
the
wil
:
Ile
stay
here
a
while
,
to
saue
charg
at
his
funerall
.
Bart.
And
how
dost
feel
thy selfe
Franke
,
now
thy
father
is
dead
?
Ilf.
As
I
did
before
,
with
my
hands
,
how
should
I
feel
my selfe
else
?
But
Ile
tell
you
newes
Gallants
.
went.
Whats
that
?
Dost
meane
now
to
serue
God
?
Ilf.
Faith
partly
,
for
I
intend
shortly
to
goe
to
Church
,
and
from
thence
do
faithfull
seruice
to
one
woman
.
Enter
Butler
.
But.
Good
,
I
ha
met
my
flesh-hooks
together
.
Bart.
What
,
Dost
meane
to
be
marryed
?
Ilf.
I
Mungrell
,
Marryed
.
But.
Thats
a
bayt
for
me
.
Ilf.
I
will
now
be
honestly
marryed
.
went.
Its
impossible
,
for
thou
hast
bin
a
whoremayster
this
seauen
yeare
.
Ilf.
Tis
no
matter
,
I
will
now
marry
,
And
to
som
honest
woman
to
,
and
so
from
hence
her
vertues
shall
be
a
countenance
to
my
vices
.
Bart.
What
shall
she
be
,
prethee
?
Ilf.
No
Lady
,
no
widdow
,
nor
no
waiting
gentlewoman
,
for
vnder
protection
Ladyes
may
larde
their
husbands
heads
,
Widdows
will
Woodcocks
make
,
&
chambermayds
of
seruīgmē
learn
that
,
theyle
ner
forsake
.
Went.
Who
wilt
thou
wed
then
,
prethe
?
Ilf.
To
any
mayd
,
so
she
be
fayr
:
To
any
mayd
,
so
she
be
rich
To
any
mayd
so
she
be
young
:
and
to
any
mayde
Bart.
So
she
be
honest
.
Ilf.
Faith
,
its
no
great
matter
for
her
honestye
,
for
in
these
dayes
,
thats
a
Dowrie
out
of
request
.
But.
From
these
Crabes
will
I
gather
sweetnesse
:
wherin
Ile
imitate
the
Bee
,
that
sucks
her
hony
,
not
from
the
sweetest
flowers
,
but
Timb
the
bitterest
:
So
these
hauing
beene
the
meanes
to
begger
my
mayster
,
shalbe
the
helpes
to
releeue
his
brothers
and
sister
.
Ilf.
To
whom
shall
I
now
be
a
suter
?
But.
Faire
fall
ye
Gallants
.
Ilf.
Nay
,
and
she
be
fayre
she
shall
fall
sure
enough
.
Butler
,
how
Ist
good
Butler
.
But.
Wil
you
be
made
gallants
?
went.
I
,
but
not
willingly
Cuckolds
,
tho
we
are
now
talking
about
wiues
.
But.
Let
your
wiues
agree
of
that
after
,
will
you
first
be
richly
married
?
All
.
How
Butler
:
richly
married
?
But.
Rich
in
beauty
,
rich
in
purse
,
riche
in
vertue
,
riche
in
all
things
.
But
Mum
,
Ile
say
nothing
,
I
know
of
two
or
three
rich
heyres
.
But
Cargo
,
my
fiddlestick
cannot
play
without
Rozen
:
Auant
.
went.
Butler
.
Ilf.
Dost
not
know
me
Butler
?
But.
For
Kex
,
dryde
Kex
,
that
in
summer
ha
bin
so
liberal
to
fodder
other
mens
cattle
,
and
scarce
haue
inough
to
keepe
your
owne
in
Winter
.
Mine
are
precious
Cabinets
,
and
must
haue
pretious
Iewels
put
into
them
,
and
I
know
you
to
he
merchants
of
Stockfish
,
and
not
men
for
my
market
:
Then
vanish
.
Ilf.
Come
,
ye
old
mad-cap
you
,
what
need
all
this
?
Cannot
a
man
ha
bin
a
little
whoore-mayster
in
his
youth
,
but
you
must
vpbraide
him
with
it
,
and
tell
him
of
his
defects
,
which
when
he
is
maried
,
his
wife
shall
finde
in
him
?
Why
my
fathers
dead
man
now
,
who
by
his
death
has
left
me
the
better
part
of
a
thousand
a
yeare
.
But.
Tut
,
she
of
Lancashire
has
fifteen
hundred
.
Ilf.
Let
me
haue
her
then
,
good
Butler
.
But.
And
then
shee
the
bright
beauty
of
Leystershire
,
has
a
thousand
,
nay
thirteen
hundred
a
yeare
,
at
least
.
Ilf.
Or
let
me
haue
her
,
honest
Butler
.
But.
Besides
,
she
the
most
delicate
,
sweet
countenanst
,
blacke
browd
gentlewoman
in
Northamptonshire
,
in
substance
equals
the
best
of
em
.
Ilf.
Let
me
haue
her
then
.
Bart.
Or
I
.
Went.
Or
I
,
good
Butler
.
But.
You
were
best
play
the
partes
of
right
fooles
,
and
most
desperate
whore-maysters
,
and
go
together
by
the
eares
for
thē
ere
ye
see
them
.
But
they
are
the
moste
rare
featurd
,
well
faced
,
excellent
spoke
,
rare
qualited
,
vertuous
,
and
worthy
to
be
admired
gentlewoman
,
All
.
And
rich
Butler
?
But.
(
I
that
must
be
one
,
tho
they
want
all
the
rest
)
And
rich
Gallants
,
as
are
from
the
vtmost
parts
of
Asya
,
to
these
present
confines
of
Europe
.
All
And
wilt
thou
helpe
vs
to
them
Butler
?
But.
Faith
,
tis
to
be
doubted
,
for
pretious
pearle
will
hardly
be
bought
without
pretious
stones
,
and
I
think
theres
scarse
one
indifferent
one
to
be
found
,
betwixt
you
three
:
yet
since
there
is
some
hope
ye
may
proue
honest
,
as
by
the
death
of
your
fathers
.
Fathers
you
are
proued
rich
,
walke
seuerally
,
for
I
knowing
you
all
three
to
be
couetous
Tug-muttons
will
not
trust
you
with
the
sight
of
each
others
beawty
but
will
seuerally
,
talke
with
you
,
and
since
you
haue
deignd
in
this
needfull
portion
of
wedlocke
to
bee
ruld
by
mee
Butler
,
will
most
bountifully
prouide
wiues
for
you
generally
.
All
.
Why
that
honestly
said
.
But.
Why
so
,
and
now
first
to
your
Sir
Knight
Ilf.
Godamercy
.
But.
You
see
this
couple
of
abhominable
Woodcocks
heare
.
Ilf.
A
pox
on
them
,
absolute
Coxcomes
.
But.
You
heard
me
tel
them
,
I
had
Intelligence
to
giue
of
three
Gentlewomen
.
Ilf.
True
.
But.
Now
indeed
Sit
I
ha
but
the
performance
of
one
.
Ilf.
Good
.
But.
And
her
I
doe
intende
for
you
,
onely
for
you
.
Ilf.
Honest
Butler
.
But.
Now
sir
,
shee
being
but
lately
come
to
this
towne
,
and
so
neerely
watcht
by
the
iealous
eyes
of
her
friends
,
she
being
a
Rich
heyre
,
least
she
should
be
stolne
away
by
some
disolute
Prodigal
,
or
desperat
estated
spend
thrift
,
as
you
ha
bin
Sir
.
Ilf.
O
but
thats
past
Butler
.
But.
True
I
knowt
,
&
intend
now
but
to
make
vse
of
them
,
flatter
with
them
with
hopefull
promises
,
and
make
them
needefull
instruments
.
Ilf.
To
helpe
me
to
the
wench
,
But.
You
ha
hit
it
which
thus
must
be
effected
,
first
by
keeping
close
your
purpose
.
Ilf.
Good
.
Ba.
Also
concealing
from
them
,
the
lodging
beauty
and
riches
of
your
new
,
but
admirable
Mistris
.
Ilf.
Excellent
.
But.
Of
which
your
following
happines
,
if
they
should
know
either
in
enuy
of
your
good
,
or
hope
of
their
owne
aduancement
theyd
make
our
labours
knowne
to
the
gentlewomans
Vncles
,
and
so
our
benefit
be
frustrate
.
Ilf.
Admirable
Butler
.
But.
Which
done
,
als
but
this
,
being
as
you
shal
be
brought
into
hir
company
,
and
by
my
praising
your
vertues
you
get
possession
of
her
Loue
,
one
morning
step
to
the
tower
,
or
to
make
al
sure
,
hier
some
stipendary
prieste
for
money
:
for
Money
in
these
dayes
,
what
wil
not
be
done
,
and
what
will
not
a
man
do
for
a
rich
wife
,
and
with
him
make
no
more
ado
but
marrie
hit
in
hir
lodging
and
being
married
,
he
with
her
and
spare
not
.
Ilf.
Do
they
not
see
vs
,
do
they
not
see
vs
,
let
mee
kisse
thee
,
let
me
kisse
thee
Butler
,
let
but
this
be
done
,
and
all
the
benefit
requitall
and
happines
.
I
can
promise
thee
fort
,
shall
be
this
,
Ile
be
thy
rich
maister
,
and
thou
shalt
carry
my
purse
.
But.
Enough
,
meet
me
at
her
lodging
some
half
an
houre
hence
:
harke
she
lies
.
Ilf.
I
hate
.
But.
Faile
not
.
Ilf.
Will
I
liue
.
But.
I
will
but
shift
of
these
two
Rhinoceros
,
Ilf.
Wigens
,
wingens
,
a
couple
of
guls
.
But.
With
some
discourse
of
hope
to
wiue
them
two
,
and
be
with
you
straight
.
Ilf.
Blest
day
,
my
loue
shal
be
thy
cushion
honest
Butler
.
But.
So
now
to
my
tother
Gallants
.
Went.
O
Butler
,
we
ha
bin
in
passion
at
thy
tediousnes
,
But.
Why
looke
you
.
I
had
al
this
talke
for
your
good
.
Bar.
Hadst
.
But.
For
you
know
the
knight
is
but
a
scuruy-proud-prating-Prodigall
,
licentious
vnnecessary
.
Went.
An
Asse
,
an
Asse
,
an
Asse
.
But.
Now
you
heard
me
tel
him
I
had
three
Wenches
in
store
,
Bar.
And
he
would
ha
had
them
al
would
he
.
But.
Heare
me
,
tho
he
may
liue
to
be
an
Oxe
,
he
had
not
now
so
much
of
the
Goat
in
him
,
but
onely
hopes
for
one
of
the
three
when
indeed
I
ha
but
two
,
and
knowing
you
to
bee
men
of
more
vertue
,
and
deerer
in
my
respect
intend
them
to
be
yours
.
Went.
We
shal
honor
thee
.
Bar.
But
how
Butler
.
Bu.
I
am
now
going
to
their
place
of
residence
,
scituate
in
the
choisest
place
in
the
Citty
,
and
at
the
signe
of
the
Wolfe
iust
against
Gold-smiths-row
where
you
shal
meet
me
,
but
ask
not
for
me
,
only
walk
too
and
fro
and
to
auoid
suspition
you
may
spende
some
conference
with
the
Shop-keepers
wiues
,
they
haue
seats
built
a
purpose
for
such
familiar
entertainment
,
where
from
a
bay
window
which
is
opposite
,
I
wil
make
you
knowne
to
your
desired
beauties
,
commende
the
good
parts
you
haue
.
Went
Bith
masse
mine
are
very
few
.
But.
And
win
a
kind
of
desire
,
as
women
are
soone
wonne
to
make
you
bee
beloued
where
you
shall
firste
kisse
,
then
Woe
,
at
length
Wed
,
and
at
last
bed
my
Noble
harts
.
Both
.
O
Butler
.
But.
Wenches
bona
robes
,
blessed
beauties
,
without
colour
or
counterfet
:
Away
,
put
on
you
best
Cloaths
,
get
you
to
the
Barbers
,
Curle
vp
your
haire
,
walke
with
the
best
strouts
you
can
,
you
shal
see
more
at
the
Window
,
and
I
ha
vowd
to
make
you
.
Bart.
Wilt
thou
.
But.
Both
Fooles
,
and
Ile
want
of
my
wit
but
Ile
doot
.
Bar.
We
wil
liue
together
as
felowes
.
Went.
As
Brothers
.
But.
As
arrant
knaues
if
I
keepe
you
company
,
O
,
the
most
wretched
season
of
this
time
,
These
men
like
Fish
,
do
swim
within
one
streame
,
Yet
theyd
eat
one
another
,
making
no
Conscience
To
drinke
with
them
theyd
poyson
,
no
offence
,
Betwixt
their
thoughts
and
actions
haue
controle
,
But
headlong
run
,
like
an
vnbiaest
Bowle
,
Yet
I
will
throw
them
on
,
but
like
to
him
,
At
play
knowes
how
to
loose
,
and
when
to
win
.
Enter
Thomas
and
Iohn
Scarborrow
.
Tho.
Butler
.
But.
O
,
are
you
come
.
And
fit
as
I
appointed
:
so
,
tis
wel
,
you
knowe
you
kues
,
and
haue
instructions
howe
to
beare
your selues
:
Al
,
al
is
fit
,
play
but
your
part
,
your
states
from
hence
are
firm
.
Exit
.
Iohn
.
What
shal
I
tearme
this
creature
not
a
man
.
Betwixt
this
Butler
leads
Ilford
in
.
Hees
not
of
mortals
temper
but
hees
one
,
Made
all
of
goodnes
,
tho
of
flesh
and
bone
,
O
Brother
,
brother
,
but
for
that
honest
man
,
As
neere
to
misery
had
bin
our
breath
,
As
where
the
thundring
pellet
strikes
is
death
.
Tho.
I
,
my
shift
of
shirts
and
change
of
cloths
knowt
.
Iohn
.
Well
tel
of
him
,
like
bels
whose
musick
rings
One
Coronation
day
for
ioy
of
Kings
,
That
hath
preseru`d
their
steeples
not
like
towles
,
That
summons
liuing
tears
for
the
dead
soules
,
Enter
Butler
and
Ilford
aboue
.
But.
Gods
preciour
Sir
,
the
hel
Sir
,
euen
as
you
had
new
kist
,
and
were
about
to
court
her
,
if
her
Vncles
be
not
come
.
Ilf.
A
plague
on
thee
,
spit
out
.
But.
But
tis
no
matter
Sir
,
stay
you
heere
in
this
vpper
chamber
,
&
Ile
stay
beneath
with
her
,
tis
ten
to
one
you
shal
hear
them
talke
now
,
of
the
greatnes
of
her
possessions
,
the
care
they
haue
to
see
her
well
bestowed
,
the
admirablenes
of
her
vertues
,
all
which
for
all
their
comming
,
shall
be
but
happines
ordained
for
you
,
&
by
my
meanes
be
your
inheritance
.
Ilf.
Then
thou't
shift
them
away
,
and
keepe
from
the
sighte
of
them
.
But.
Haue
I
not
promist
to
make
you
.
Ilf.
Thou
hast
.
But.
Go
to
then
,
rest
heere
with
patience
,
and
be
confident
in
my
trust
,
onely
in
my
absence
,
you
may
praise
God
for
the
blessednes
you
haue
to
come
,
and
say
your
prayers
if
you
will
,
Ile
but
prepare
her
hart
for
entertainement
of
your
loue
,
dismisse
them
,
for
your
free
accesse
,
and
returne
straight
.
Ilf.
Honest-blest-natural-friend
,
thou
dealest
with
mee
like
a
Brother
:
Butler
,
Exit
.
Sure
heauen
hath
reserued
this
man
to
weare
Grey-hairs
to
do
me
good
,
now
wil
I
listen
,
listen
close
,
and
sucke
in
her
Vncles
words
with
a
reioycing
eare
,
Tho.
As
we
were
saying
Brother
,
Where
shal
we
find
a
husband
for
my
Neece
.
Ilf.
Marry
she
shal
find
one
heere
tho
you
little
knowt
,
thanks
,
Thankes
honest
Butler
.
Io.
She
is
left
rich
in
Money
,
Plate
,
and
Iewels
.
Ilf.
Comfort
,
comfort
to
my
soule
.
Tho.
Hath
all
her
manner
houses
richly
furnished
.
Ilf.
Good
,
good
,
Ile
find
imployment
for
them
.
With
.
But.
Speak
loud
enough
that
he
may
heare
you
.
Io.
I
take
her
state
to
be
about
a
thousand
pound
a
yeare
,
Ilf.
And
that
which
my
father
,
hath
left
me
,
will
make
it
about
fifteene
,
hundred
admirable
.
Ioh.
Indebt
to
no
man
,
then
must
our
natural
care
be
,
As
she
is
wealthy
to
see
her
married
well
.
Ilf.
And
that
she
shall
be
as
well
as
the
priest
can
,
hee
shall
not
,
Leaue
out
a
word
ont
.
Tho.
I
thinke
she
has
.
Ilf.
What
a
Gods
name
.
Tho.
About
foure
thousand
pound
in
her
great
chest
.
Ilf.
And
Ile
find
a
vent
fort
I
hope
.
Io.
Shee
is
vertuous
,
and
she
is
faire
.
Ilf
,
And
she
were
foule
,
being
rich
,
I
would
be
glad
of
her
.
But
Pisht
,
pisht
.
Io.
Come
,
weele
go
visit
her
,
but
with
this
care
,
That
to
no
spend-thrift
we
do
marry
her
.
Exeunt
Ilf.
You
may
chance
be
deceiued
old
gray-beardes
,
heares
hee
will
spend
some
of
it
,
thankes
,
thankes
,
honest
Butler
,
now
doe
I
see
the
happines
of
my
future
estate
,
I
walke
me
as
to morrow
,
being
the
day
after
my
marriage
,
with
my
fourteene
men
in
Liuerie
cloakes
after
me
,
and
step
to
the
wall
in
some
cheefe
streete
of
the
Citty
,
tho
I
ha
no
occasion
to
vse
it
,
that
the
Shop-keepers
may
take
notice
how
many
followers
stand
bare
to
mee
,
and
yet
in
thys
latter
age
,
the
keeping
of
men
being
not
in
request
,
I
will
turne
my
aforesaid
fourteen
into
two
Pages
and
two
Coaches
,
I
wil
get
me selfe
into
grace
at
Court
,
runne
head-long
into
debt
,
and
then
looke
scuruily
vpon
the
Citty
,
I
wil
walke
you
into
the
presence
in
the
afternoone
hauing
put
on
a
richer
sute
,
then
I
wore
in
the
morning
,
and
call
boy
or
sirrah
,
I
wil
ha
the
grace
of
some
great
Lady
though
I
pay
fort
,
and
at
the
next
Triumphes
runne
a
Tilte
,
that
when
I
runne
my
course
,
though
I
breake
not
my
launce
:
she
may
whisper
to
her selfe
,
looking
vppon
my
smell
,
wel
run
my
knight
I
will
now
keepe
great
horses
,
scorning
to
haue
a
Queane
to
keep
me
,
indeede
I
will
practise
all
the
Gallantry
in
vse
,
for
by
a
Wyfe
comes
all
my
happines
.
Enter
Butler
.
But.
Now
sir
,
you
ha
heard
her
Vnckles
,
and
how
do
you
lyke
them
.
Il.
O
But
.
they
ha
made
good
thy
words
,
&
I
am
rauisht
with
thē
.
Bu.
And
hauing
seen
&
kist
the
gentlewo
.
how
do
you
like
hir
?
Ilf.
O
Butler
beyonde
discourse
,
shee`s
Paragon
for
a
Prince
,
then
a
fit
Implement
for
a
Gentleman
,
beyond
my
Element
.
But.
Well
then
,
since
you
like
her
,
and
by
my
meanes
,
she
shall
like
you
,
nothing
rests
now
but
to
haue
you
married
.
Ilf.
True
Butler
,
but
withall
to
haue
her
portion
.
But.
Tut
,
thats
sure
yours
when
you
are
maried
once
,
for
tis
hirs
by
Inheritance
,
but
do
you
loue
her
?
Ilf.
O
,
with
my
soule
.
But.
Ha
you
sworne
as
much
.
Ilf.
To
thee
,
to
her
,
and
ha
cald
heauen
to
witnes
.
But.
How
shall
I
know
that
.
Ilf.
Butler
,
heere
I
protest
,
make
vowes
Irreuocable
.
But.
Vpon
your
knees
.
Ilf.
Vpon
my
knees
,
with
my
hart
,
and
soule
I
loue
her
.
But.
Will
liue
with
her
.
Ilf.
Will
liue
with
her
.
But.
Marry
her
and
maintaine
her
.
Ilf.
Marry
her
and
maintaine
hir
.
But.
For
her
forsake
al
other
women
.
Ilf.
Nay
for
her
forsweare
all
other
women
.
Ilf.
In
al
degrees
of
Loue
.
But.
In
all
degrees
of
Loue
,
either
to
Court
,
kisse
,
giue
priuate
fauours
,
or
vse
priuate
meanes
,
Ile
doe
nothing
that
married
men
being
close
whoremaisters
do
,
so
I
may
haue
her
.
But.
And
yet
you
hauing
bin
an
open
whoremaister
,
I
will
not
beleeue
you
til
I
hear
you
sweare
as
much
in
the
way
of
contract
to
her selfe
,
and
call
me
to
bee
a
witnesse
.
Ilf.
By
heauen
,
by
earth
,
by
Hell
,
by
all
that
man
can
sweare
,
I
will
so
I
may
haue
her
.
But.
Enough
.
Thus
at
first
sight
,
rash
men
to
women
sweare
,
When
such
oaths
broke
,
heauen
greeues
and
sheds
a
teare
:
But
shees
come
,
ply
her
,
ply
her
.
Enter
Scarborrowes
Sister
.
Ilf.
Kind
Mistres
,
as
I
protested
,
so
againe
I
vow
,
I faith
I
loue
you
.
Sist.
And
I
am
not
Sir
so
vncharitable
,
To
hate
the
man
that
loues
me
.
Ilf.
Loue
me
then
,
The
which
loues
you
as
Angels
loues
good
men
,
Who
wish
them
to
liue
with
them
euer
,
In
that
high
blisse
whom
hell
cannot
disseuer
.
But.
Ile
steale
away
and
leaue
them
,
so
wise
men
do
,
Whom
they
would
match
,
let
them
ha
leaue
to
wo
.
Exit
Butler
Ilf.
Mistris
I
know
your
worth
is
beyond
my
desert
,
yet
by
my
praising
of
your
virtues
,
I
woulde
not
haue
you
as
women
vse
to
do
,
become
proud
.
Si.
None
of
my
affections
are
prides
children
,
nor
a
kin
to
them
Ilf.
Can
you
loue
me
them
?
Sist.
I
can
,
for
I
loue
al
the
world
,
but
am
in
loue
with
none
.
Ilf.
Yet
be
in
loue
with
me
,
let
your
affections
Combine
with
mine
,
and
let
our
soules
Like
Turtles
haue
a
mutual
Simpathy
,
Who
loue
so
well
,
that
they
together
die
,
Such
is
my
life
,
who
couets
to
expire
,
If
it
should
loose
your
loue
.
Sist.
May
I
beleeue
you
?
Ilf.
Introth
you
may
,
Your
lifes
my
life
,
your
death
my
dying
day
.
Sist.
Sir
the
commendations
I
haue
receiued
from
Butler
of
your
byrth
and
worth
,
together
with
the
Iudgement
of
mine
owne
eie
,
bids
me
beleeue
and
loue
you
.
Ilf.
O
seale
it
with
a
kisse
,
Blest
hower
my
life
had
neuer
ioy
till
this
.
Enter
Wentloe
,
and
Bartley
beneath
.
Bart.
Here
about
is
the
house
sure
.
Wentlo.
We
cannot
mistake
it
,
for
heres
the
signe
of
the
Wolfe
and
the
Bay-window
.
Enter
Butler
aboue
.
But.
What
so
close
?
Tis
well
,
I
ha
shifted
away
your
Vncles
Mistris
,
but
see
the
spight
Sir
Francis
,
if
you
same
couple
of
Smel-smockes
,
Wentloe
and
Bartley
,
ha
not
sented
after
vs
.
Ilf.
A
poxe
on
em
,
what
shall
we
do
then
Butler
?
But.
What
but
be
married
straight
man
.
Ilf.
I
but
how
Butler
.
But.
Tut
,
I
neuer
faile
at
a
dead
lift
,
for
to
perfect
your
blisse
,
I
haue
prouided
you
a
Priest
.
Ilf.
Where
,
prethe
Butler
where
?
but.
Where
?
But
beneath
in
her
Chamber
.
I
ha
fild
his
hands
with
Coine
,
and
he
shall
tye
you
fast
with
wordes
,
he
shall
close
your
hands
in
one
,
and
then
doe
clap
your selfe
into
her
sheetes
and
spare
not
.
Ilf.
O
sweete
.
(
Exit
Ilford
with
his
Sister
.
but.
Downe
,
downe
,
tis
the
onely
way
for
you
to
get
vp
.
Thus
in
this
taske
,
for
others
good
I
toyle
,
And
she
kind
Gentlewoman
weds
her selfe
,
Hauing
bin
scarcely
woed
,
and
ere
her
thoughts
,
Haue
learnd
to
loue
him
,
that
being
her
husband
,
She
may
releeue
her
,
brothers
in
their
wantes
,
She
marries
him
to
helpe
her
nearest
kin
,
I
make
the
match
,
and
hope
it
is
no
sinne
.
Went.
Sfut
it
is
scuruy
Walking
,
for
vs
so
neare
the
two
Counters
,
would
he
would
come
once
?
Bar.
Masse
hees
yonder
:
Now
Butler
.
But.
O
Gallants
are
you
here
,
I
ha
done
wonders
for
you
commended
you
to
the
Gentlewomen
,
who
hauing
taken
note
of
your
good
legs
,
and
good
faces
,
haue
a
liking
to
you
,
meet
me
beneath
.
both
Happy
Butler
.
but.
They
are
yours
,
and
you
are
theirs
,
meet
me
beneath
I
say
.
By
this
they
are
wed
,
I
and
perhaps
haue
bedded
,
Ex.
wen
.
&
bax
Now
followes
whether
knowing
shee
is
poore
,
Heele
swear
he
lou'd
her
as
he
swore
before
.
Exit
butler
Enter
Ilford
with
Scarborrowes
sister
.
Ilf.
Ho
Sirrha
,
who
would
ha
thought
it
,
I
perceiue
now
a
woman
may
be
a
maid
,
be
married
,
and
loose
her
maiden-head
,
and
all
in
halfe
and
an
hower
,
and
how
doest
like
me
now
wench
.
Sist.
As
doth
befit
your
seruant
and
your
wife
,
That
owe
you
loue
and
duty
al
my
life
.
Ilf.
And
there
shal
be
no
Loue
lost
,
nor
seruice
neither
,
Ile
do
thee
seruice
at
boord
,
and
thou
shalt
do
me
seruice
a bed
:
Nowe
must
I
as
yong
married
men
vse
to
do
,
kisse
my
portion
out
of
my
yong
wife
.
Thou
art
my
sweet
Rogue
,
my
Lambe
,
my
Pigsny
,
my
play-fellow
,
my
pretty
pretty
any
thing
,
come
a
busse
prethee
,
so
tis
my
kind
hart
,
and
wats
thou
what
now
?
Sist.
Not
till
you
tel
me
Sir
,
Ilf.
I
ha
got
thee
with
Childe
in
my
Conscience
,
and
lyke
a
kind
Husbande
,
methinkes
I
breede
it
for
thee
.
For
I
am
alreadie
sicke
at
my
stomacke
and
long
extremely
.
Now
must
thou
bee
my
helpful
Physition
,
and
prouide
for
me
.
Sist.
Euen
to
my
blood
,
Whats
mine
is
yours
,
to
gaine
your
peace
or
good
.
Ilf.
What
a
kind
soule
is
this
,
could
a
man
haue
found
a
greater
content
in
a
wife
,
if
he
should
ha
sought
thorough
the
worlde
for
her
:
Prethy
hart
as
I
said
,
I
long
,
and
in
good
troth
I
do
,
and
methinkes
thy
first
childe
wil
bee
borne
without
a
nose
,
if
I
loose
my
longing
,
tis
but
for
a
trifle
too
,
yet
methinkes
it
wil
do
me
no
good
vnlesse
thou
effect
it
for
me
.
I
could
take
thy
keyes
my selfe
,
go
into
thy
Closet
,
and
read
ouer
the
deeds
and
euidences
of
thy
Land
,
&
in
reading
ouer
them
,
reioice
I
had
such
blest
fortune
to
haue
so
fayre
a
wife
with
so
much
endowment
,
and
then
open
thy
Chests
,
and
suruey
thy
Plate
,
Iewels
,
Treasure
.
But
a
pox
ont
,
al
will
doe
me
no
good
,
vnlesse
thou
effect
it
for
me
.
Sist.
Sir
I
wil
shew
you
al
the
wealth
I
haue
,
Of
Coyne
,
of
Iewels
,
or
Possessions
,
Ilf.
Good
gentle
hart
,
Ile
giue
thee
another
busse
for
that
,
for
that
giue
thee
a
new
gowne
to morrow
morning
,
by
this
hand
do
thou
but
dreame
what
stuffe
and
what
Fashion
thou
wilt
haue
it
on
to night
.
Sist.
The
land
I
can
endow
you
with
,
is
my
Loue
,
The
riches
I
possesse
for
you
is
loue
,
A
Treasure
greater
then
is
Land
or
Gold
,
It
cannot
be
forfeited
,
and
it
shal
neare
be
sold
.
Ilf.
Loue
I
know
that
,
and
Ile
answer
thee
loue
for
.
Loue
in
abundance
:
but
come
prethee
come
,
lets
see
these
deedes
and
euidences
,
this
Mony
,
Plate
,
and
Iewels
,
with
ha
thy
Childe
borne
without
a
nose
,
if
thou
beest
so
carelesse
,
spare
not
,
why
my
little
frappet
you
,
I
heard
thy
Vnckles
talk
of
thy
riches
,
that
thou
hadst
hundreds
a
yeare
,
seuerall
Lord-ships
,
Mannours
Houles
,
Thousands
of
poundes
in
your
great
Chests
,
Iewels
,
Plate
,
and
Ringes
in
your
little
Box
.
Sist.
And
for
that
riches
you
did
marry
me
.
Ilf
Troth
I
did
,
as
now
adaies
Batchelers
do
sware
I
lou`d
thee
but
indeed
married
thee
for
thy
wealth
.
sist.
Sir
I
beseech
you
say
not
your
oths
were
such
,
So
like
falce
coyne
,
being
put
vnto
the
touch
,
Who
beare
a
flourish
in
the
outward
show
,
Of
a
true
stampe
,
but
truely
are
not
so
,
You
swore
me
loue
,
I
gaue
the
like
to
you
,
Then
as
a
ship
being
wedded
to
the
sea
,
Dus
either
sayle
or
sinke
euen
so
must
I
,
You
being
the
hauen
to
which
my
hopes
must
she
.
Ilf.
True
Chucke
I
am
thy
hauen
,
and
harbor
too
,
And
like
a
ship
I
took
thee
,
who
brings
home
Treasure
As
thou
to
me
,
the
Marchant-venturer
.
Sist.
What
riches
I
am
ballast
with
are
yours
.
Ilf.
Thats
kindly
saide
now
,
Sist.
If
but
with
sand
,
as
I
am
but
with
earth
,
Being
your
right
of
right
,
you
must
receiue
me
,
I
ha
no
other
lading
but
my
Loue
.
Which
in
abundance
I
will
render
you
,
If
other
fraught
you
do
expect
my
store
,
Ile
pay
you
teares
,
my
riches
,
are
no
more
.
Ilf.
Howes
this
?
howes
this
?
I
hope
you
do
but
Iest
,
Sist.
I
am
Sister
to
decaied
Scarborrow
.
Ilf.
Ha
.
Sist.
Whose
substance
your
Inticements
did
consume
.
Ilf.
Worse
then
an
Ague
.
Sist.
Which
as
you
did
beleeue
so
they
supposed
,
Twas
fitter
for
your selfe
then
for
another
,
To
keepe
the
sister
,
had
vndone
the
brother
.
Ilf.
I
am
guld
by
this
hand
.
An
old
Conichacher
,
and
beguild
;
where
the
pox
now
are
my
two
Coaches
,
choise
of
houses
,
seuerall
sutes
,
a
plague
on
them
,
and
I
knowe
not
what
:
Doe
you
heare
Puppet
,
do
you
thinke
you
shal
not
be
damned
for
this
,
to
Cosen
a
Gentleman
of
his
hopes
,
and
compell
your selfe
into
Matrimony
with
a
man
,
whether
hee
wil
or
no
with
you
,
I
ha
made
a
fayre
match
yfaith
,
wil
any
man
buy
my
commodity
out
of
my
hand
,
as
God
saue
me
he
shall
haue
her
for
halfe
the
money
she
cost
me
.
Enter
Wentlo
,
and
Bartley
.
went.
O
,
ha
we
met
you
Sir
.
Bart.
What
,
turnd
Micher
,
steale
a
wife
,
and
not
make
your
old
friends
acquainted
with
it
.
Ilf.
A
pox
on
her
,
I
would
you
had
her
.
went.
Wel
,
God
giue
you
Ioy
,
we
can
heare
of
your
good
fortune
,
now
tis
done
,
tho
we
could
not
be
acquainted
with
it
afore-hand
.
Bart.
As
that
you
haue
two
thousand
pound
a
yeare
.
Went.
Two
or
three
mannor
houses
.
Bart.
A
wife
,
faire
,
rich
,
and
vertuous
.
Ilf.
Pretty
infaith
,
very
pretty
.
went.
Store
of
Gold
.
Bart.
Plate
in
abundance
.
Ilf.
Better
,
better
,
better
.
went.
And
so
many
Oxen
,
that
their
hornes
are
able
to
store
al
the
Cuckolds
in
your
Country
.
Ilf.
Do
not
make
me
mad
good
Gentlemen
,
do
not
make
me
mad
,
I
could
be
made
a
Cuckold
with
more
patience
,
then
indure
this
.
We.
For
we
shal
haue
you
turne
proud
now
,
grow
respectles
of
your
Ancient
acquaintance
,
why
Butler
told
vs
of
it
:
Who
was
the
maker
of
the
match
for
you
?
Ilf.
A
pox
of
his
furtheraunce
,
Gentlemen
as
you
are
Christians
,
vex
me
no
more
,
that
I
am
married
I
confesse
,
a
plague
of
the
Fates
,
that
wedding
and
hanging
comes
by
desteny
,
but
for
the
riches
she
has
brought
,
beare
witnes
how
Ile
rewarde
her
.
Sist.
Sir
.
Ilf.
Whore
,
I
and
Iade
,
Witch
,
Ilfacst
,
stinking-breath
,
crooked-nose
,
worse
then
the
Deuill
,
and
a
plague
on
thee
that
euer
I
saw
thee
.
Bart.
A
Comedy
,
a
Comedy
.
Went.
Whats
the
meaning
of
all
this
,
is
this
the
maske
after
thy
marriage
.
Ilf.
O
Gentlemen
,
I
am
vndone
,
I
am
vndone
,
for
I
am
marryed
,
I
that
could
not
abide
a
Woman
,
but
to
make
her
a
whore
,
hated
all
Shee-creatures
,
fayre
and
poore
,
swore
I
would
neuer
marry
but
to
one
that
was
rich
,
and
to
be
thus
cunnicacht
.
Who
do
you
thinke
this
is
Gentlemen
?
went.
Why
your
wife
,
Who
should
it
be
else
?
Ilf.
Thats
my
misfortune
,
that
marrying
her
in
hope
she
was
rich
,
she
prooues
to
be
the
beggerly
Sister
to
the
more
beggerly
Scarborrow
.
Bart.
How
?
Went.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Ilf.
I
,
you
may
laugh
,
but
she
shall
cry
as
well
as
I
for't
,
Bart.
Nay
,
do
not
weepe
.
went.
He
dus
but
conterfeit
now
to
delude
vs
,
he
has
all
her
portion
of
Land
,
Coyne
,
Plate
,
Iewels
:
and
now
dissembles
thus
least
we
should
borrow
some
Mony
of
him
.
Ilf.
And
you
be
kinde
Gentlemen
lend
me
some
,
for
hauing
payed
the
Priest
,
I
ha
not
so
much
left
in
the
world
,
as
will
higher
me
a
horse
to
carry
me
away
from
her
.
Bart.
But
art
thou
thus
guld
infaith
.
Ilf.
Are
you
sure
you
ha
eyes
in
your
head
.
went.
Why
then
,
By
her
brothers
setting
one
in
my
conscience
,
who
knowing
thee
now
to
ha
somewhat
to
take
to
,
by
the
death
of
thy
father
,
and
that
hee
hath
spent
her
portion
,
and
his
owne
possessions
,
hath
laid
this
plot
,
for
thee
to
marry
her
,
and
so
he
to
be
rid
of
her
himselfe
.
Ilf.
Nay
,
thats
without
question
,
but
Ile
be
reuenged
of
em
both
,
for
you
Minxe
.
Nay
Sfut
,
giue
em
me
,
or
Ile
kicke
else
.
Sist.
Good
,
sweete
.
Ilf.
Sweete
with
a
poxe
,
you
stinke
in
my
nose
,
giue
me
your
Iewels
?
Nay
Bracelets
too
.
Sist.
O
me
,
most
miserable
.
Ilf.
Out
of
my
sight
,
I
and
out
of
my
doores
,
for
now
,
whats
within
this
house
is
mine
,
and
for
your
brother
He
made
this
match
,
in
hope
to
do
you
good
,
And
I
weare
this
for
which
,
shall
draw
his
bloud
.
Exit
with
went
.
and
Barley
.
went.
A
braue
resolution
.
Bart.
In
which
wele
second
thee
.
Ilf.
Away
,
whore
,
Out
of
my
doores
whore
.
Sist.
O
greefe
,
that
pouerty
should
ha
that
power
to
tear
:
Men
from
themselues
,
tho
they
wed
,
bed
,
and
sweare
.
Enter
Thomas
and
Iohn
Scarborrow
,
with
Butler
.
Tho.
How
now
sister
.
sist.
Vndone
,
vndone
.
But.
Why
Mistris
,
how
ist
?
how
ist
?
sist.
My
husband
has
forsooke
me
.
But.
O
periury
.
sist.
Has
taine
my
Iewels
,
and
my
Bracelets
from
me
.
Tho.
Vengeance
,
I
played
the
theefe
for
the
mony
that
bought
em
.
sist.
Left
me
distrest
,
and
thurst
mee
forth
a doores
.
Tho.
Damnation
on
him
,
I
will
heere
no
more
,
But
for
his
wrong
reuenge
me
on
my
brother
,
Degenerate
,
and
was
the
cause
of
all
,
He
spent
our
portion
,
and
Ile
see
his
fall
.
Ioh.
O
but
Brother
.
Tho.
Perswade
me
not
.
All
hopes
are
shipwract
,
miserie
comes
on
,
The
comfort
we
did
looke
from
him
is
frustrate
,
All
meanes
,
all
maintenance
,
but
griefe
is
gone
.
And
all
shall
end
by
his
destruction
.
Exit
.
Ioh.
Ile
follow
and
preuent
,
what
in
this
heat
may
happen
,
His
want
makes
sharpe
his
sword
,
to
greates
the
ill
,
If
that
one
brother
should
another
kill
.
Exit
.
But,
And
what
will
you
do
Mistris
?
sist.
Ile
sit
me
downe
,
sigh
loude
in
stead
of
wordes
,
And
wound
my selfe
with
griefe
as
they
with
swords
.
And
for
the
sustenance
that
I
should
eate
,
Ile
feed
on
griefe
,
tis
woes
best
rellisht
meate
.
But.
Good
hart
I
pitty
you
,
You
shall
not
be
so
cruell
to
your selfe
,
I
haue
the
poore
Seruingmans
allowance
,
Twelue
pence
a
daye
to
buy
me
sustenance
,
One
meale
aday
Ile
eate
,
the
tother
fast
,
To
giue
your
wantes
reliefe
.
And
Mistris
Be
this
some
comfort
to
your
miseries
,
Ile
ha
thin
cheekes
,
eare
you
shall
ha
wet
eyes
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Scarrborrow
.
What
is
prodigallity
?
Faith
like
a
Brush
That
weares
himselfe
to
florish
others
cloathes
,
And
hauing
worne
his
hart
euen
to
the
stump
,
Hees
throwne
away
like
a
deformed
lump
.
Oh
such
am
I
,
I
ha
spent
all
the
wealth
My
ancestors
did
purchase
,
made
others
braue
In
shape
and
riches
,
and
my selfe
a
knaue
.
For
tho
my
wealth
raisd
some
to
paint
their
doore
,
Tis
shut
against
me
,
saying
I
am
but
poore
:
Nay
,
euen
the
greatest
arme
,
whose
hand
hath
grast
,
My
presence
to
the
eye
of
Maiesty
,
shrinkes
back
,
His
fingers
cluch
,
and
like
to
lead
,
They
are
heauy
to
raise
vp
my
state
,
being
dead
.
By
which
I
find
,
spend
thriftes
,
and
such
am
I
,
Like
strumpets
florish
,
but
are
foule
within
,
And
they
like
Snakes
,
know
when
to
cast
their
skin
.
Enter
Tho.
Tho.
Turne
,
draw
,
and
dye
,
I
come
to
kill
thee
.
Scar.
Whats
he
that
speakes
?
Like
sicknesse
:
Oh
ist
you
,
Sleepe
still
,
you
cannot
mooue
me
,
fare
you
well
.
Tho.
Thinke
not
my
fury
slakes
so
,
or
my
bloud
Can
coole
it selfe
to
temper
by
refusall
,
Turne
or
thou
dyest
.
Scar.
Away
.
Tho.
I
do
not
wish
to
kill
thee
like
a
slaue
,
That
taps
men
in
their
cups
,
and
broch
their
harts
,
Eare
with
a
warning
peece
they
haue
wakt
their
eares
,
I
would
not
like
to
powder
shoote
thee
downe
,
To
a
flat
graue
,
ere
thou
hast
thought
to
frowne
:
I
am
no
Coward
,
but
in
manly
tearmes
,
And
fayrest
oppositions
vow
to
kill
thee
.
Scar.
From
whence
proceedes
this
heat
.
Tho.
From
sparkles
bred
by
thee
,
that
like
a
villain
.
Sca.
Ha
.
Tho.
Ile
hallow
it
in
thine
eares
till
thy
soule
quake
to
heare
it
,
That
like
a
villain
hast
vndone
thy
brothers
.
Sca.
Would
thou
wert
not
so
neere
me
:
yet
farewell
.
Tho.
By
nature
,
and
her
lawes
make
vs
a
kinne
,
As
neere
as
are
these
hands
,
or
sin
to
sinne
.
Draw
and
defend
thy selfe
,
or
Ile
forget
Thou
art
a
man
.
Scar.
Would
thou
were
not
my
Brother
?
Tho.
I
disclaime
them
.
Scar.
Are
wee
not
off-spring
of
one
parent
wretch
.
Tho.
I
do
forget
it
,
pardon
me
the
dead
,
I
should
deny
the
paines
you
bid
for
me
.
My
blood
growes
hot
for
vengeance
,
thou
hast
spent
My
liues
reuenewes
that
our
parents
purchast
.
Scar.
O
do
not
wracke
me
with
remembrance
ont
.
Tho.
Thou
hast
made
my
life
a
Begger
in
this
world
,
And
I
will
make
thee
bankrout
of
thy
breath
:
Thou
hast
bin
so
bad
,
the
best
I
can
giue
,
Thou
art
a
Deuill
,
not
with
men
to
liue
.
Scar.
Then
take
a
Deuils
payment
.
Heere
they
make
a
passe
one
vpon
another
,
when
at
Scarborrowes
backe
.
comes
in
Ilford
,
Wentloe
,
and
Bartley
.
Ilf.
Hees
here
,
draw
Gentlemen
.
Went.
Bart.
Die
Scarborrow
.
Scar.
Girt
round
with
death
.
Tho.
How
set
vpon
by
three
,
Sfut
feare
not
Brother
,
yon
Cowards
,
three
to
one
,
slaues
,
worse
then
Fensers
that
wear
long
weapons
.
You
shall
be
fought
withall
,
you
shall
be
fought
withall
.
Here
the
Brothers
ioyne
,
driue
the
rest
out
,
and
returne
.
Scar.
Brother
I
thanke
you
,
for
you
now
haue
bin
A
patron
of
my
life
,
forget
the
sinne
I
pray
you
,
with
my
loose
and
wastfull
houres
,
Hath
made
against
your
Fortunes
,
I
repent
em
,
And
wish
I
could
new
ioynt
and
strength
your
hopes
,
Tho
with
indifferent
ruine
of
mine
owne
.
I
haue
a
many
sinnes
,
the
thought
of
which
Like
finisht
Needles
pricke
me
to
the
soule
,
But
find
your
wronges
,
to
haue
the
sharpest
point
.
If
penitence
your
losses
might
repayre
,
You
should
be
rich
in
wealth
,
and
I
in
care
.
Tho.
I
do
beleeue
you
Sir
,
but
I
must
tell
you
,
Euils
the
which
are
gainst
an other
done
,
Repentance
makes
no
satisfaction
To
him
that
feeles
the
smart
.
Our
father
sir
,
Left
in
your
trust
my
portion
:
you
ha
spent
it
,
And
suffered
me
(
whilst
you
in
ryots
house
,
A
drunken
Tauerne
,
spild
my
maintainance
Perhaps
vpon
the
ground
with
ouerflowne
cups
,
Like
birds
in
hardest
winter
halfe
starud
,
to
flie
)
And
picke
vp
any
food
,
least
I
should
die
.
scar.
I
prethee
let
vs
be
at
peace
together
.
Tho.
At
peace
for
what
?
For
spending
my
inheritance
,
By
yonder
son
that
euery
soule
has
life
by
,
As
sure
as
thou
hast
life
Ile
fight
with
thee
.
Scar.
Ide
not
be
moou'd
vntoot
.
Tho.
Ile
kill
thee
then
,
wert
thou
now
claspt
Within
thy
mother
,
wife
,
or
childrens
armes
.
scar.
Wouldst
homicide
?
art
so
degenerat
?
Then
let
my
blood
grow
hot
.
Tho.
For
it
shall
coole
.
scar.
To
kill
rather
then
bee
kild
is
manhoods
rule
.
Enter
Iohn
Scarborrow
.
Io.
Stay
let
not
your
wraths
meet
.
Tho.
Hart
,
what
makst
thou
here
?
Io.
Say
who
are
you
,
or
you
,
are
you
not
one
,
That
scarce
can
make
a
fit
distinction
Betwixt
each
other
.
Are
you
not
Brothers
?
Tho.
I
renounce
him
.
scar.
Shalt
not
need
.
Tho.
Giue
way
.
scar.
Haue
at
thee
,
Io.
Who
sturs
,
which
of
you
both
hath
strength
within
his
arm
To
wound
his
owne
brest
,
whose
so
desperate
,
To
dam
himselfe
by
killing
of
himselfe
,
Are
you
not
both
one
flesh
?
Tho.
Hart
,
giue
me
way
.
sca.
Be
not
a
bar
betwixt
vs
,
or
by
my
sword
Ile
mete
thy
graue
out
.
Ioh.
O
do
,
for
Gods
sake
do
?
Tis
happy
death
,
if
I
may
die
and
you
Not
murther
one
another
.
O
do
but
harken
,
When
dus
the
Sunne
and
Moone
borne
in
one
frame
Contend
,
but
they
breed
Earthquakes
in
mens
harts
:
When
any
starre
prodigiously
appeares
,
Tels
it
not
fall
of
kings
or
fatall
yeares
.
And
then
if
Brothers
fight
,
what
may
men
thinke
,
Sinne
growes
so
high
,
tis
time
the
world
should
sinke
.
scar.
My
hart
growes
coole
againe
,
I
wish
it
not
.
Tho.
Stop
not
my
fury
,
or
by
my
life
I
sweare
,
I
will
reueale
the
robbery
we
ha
done
,
And
take
reuenge
on
thee
,
That
hinders
me
to
take
reuenge
on
him
.
Io.
I
yeild
to
that
,
but
neare
consent
to
this
,
I
shall
then
die
as
mine
owne
,
sinne
affords
,
Fall
by
the
law
,
not
by
my
Brothers
swords
.
Tho.
Then
by
that
light
that
guids
me
here
I
vow
,
Ile
straight
to
Sir
Iohn
Harcop
,
and
make
knowne
We
were
the
two
that
robd
him
.
Io.
Prethy
do
.
Tho.
Sin
has
his
shame
,
and
thou
shalt
ha
thy
due
.
Exit
.
Io.
Thus
haue
I
shewne
the
nature
of
a
Brother
,
Tho
you
haue
prou'd
vnnaturall
to
me
.
Hees
gone
in
heate
to
publish
out
the
theft
,
Which
want
and
your
vnkindnes
forest
vs
to
,
If
now
I
die
that
death
and
publicke
shame
,
Is
a
Corsiue
to
your
soule
,
blot
to
your
name
.
Exit
.
scar.
O
tis
too
true
,
theres
not
a
thought
I
thinke
,
But
must
pertake
thy
greefes
,
and
drinke
A
rellish
of
thy
sorrow
and
misfortune
,
With
waight
of
others
teares
I
am
ore
borne
,
That
scarse
am
Atlas
to
hold
vp
mine
owne
,
And
al
to
good
for
me
.
A
happy
Creature
In
my
Cradle
,
and
haue
made
my selfe
The
common
curse
of
mankind
by
my
life
,
Vndone
my
Brothers
,
made
them
theeues
for
bread
,
And
begot
pretty
children
to
liue
beggers
,
O
Conscience
,
how
thou
are
stung
to
thinke
vpont
,
My
Brothers
vnto
shame
must
yeeld
their
blood
,
My
Babes
at
others
stirrops
beg
their
food
,
Or
else
turne
theeues
to
,
and
be
choakt
fort
,
Die
a
Dogs
death
,
be
percht
vpon
a
tree
,
Hang
betwixt
heauen
and
earth
,
as
fit
for
neither
,
The
curse
of
heauen
thats
due
to
reprobates
,
Discends
vpon
my
Brothers
,
and
my
children
,
And
I
am
parent
to
it
,
I
,
I
am
parent
to
it
.
Enter
Butler
.
But.
Where
are
you
Sir
?
Scar.
Why
starest
thou
,
whats
thy
hast
?
But.
Heeres
felowes
swarme
like
flies
to
speake
with
you
.
Scar.
What
are
they
?
But.
Snakes
I
thinke
Sir
,
for
they
come
with
stinges
in
theyr
mouths
,
and
their
tongues
are
turnd
to
teeth
to
:
They
claw
Villanously
,
they
haue
eate
vp
your
honest
name
,
and
honourable
reputation
by
railing
against
you
,
and
now
they
come
to
deuoure
your
possessions
.
Scar.
In
playner
Enargy
,
what
are
they
,
speake
?
But.
Mantichoras
,
monstrous
beastes
,
enemies
to
mankinde
,
that
ha
double
rowes
of
teeth
in
their
mouthes
.
They
are
Vsurers
,
they
come
yawning
for
mony
,
&
the
Sheriffe
with
them
,
is
come
to
serue
an
extent
vppon
you
Lande
,
and
then
cease
on
your
bodie
by
force
of
execution
,
they
ha
begirt
the
house
round
.
Scar.
So
that
the
roofe
our
Auncestors
did
build
For
their
sonnes
comfort
,
and
their
wiues
for
Charity
,
I
dare
not
to
looke
out
.
But.
Besides
Sir
,
heres
your
poore
children
.
scar.
Poore
children
they
are
indeede
.
But.
Come
with
fire
and
water
:
teares
in
their
eies
,
and
burning
greefe
in
their
harts
,
and
desire
to
speake
with
you
.
scar.
Heape
sorrow
vpon
sorrow
?
Tell
me
,
are
My
brothers
gone
to
execution
?
For
what
I
did
,
for
euery
haynous
sin
,
Sits
on
his
soule
by
whom
it
did
begin
.
And
so
did
theirs
by
me
.
Tell
me
withall
,
My
children
carry
moysture
in
their
eyes
,
Whose
speaking
drops
,
say
father
,
thus
must
we
Aske
our
reliefe
,
or
die
with
infamy
,
For
you
ha
made
vs
beggers
.
Yet
when
thy
tale
has
kild
me
to
giue
my
passage
comfort
from
this
stage
,
Say
all
was
done
by
inforst
marriage
:
My
graue
will
then
be
welcome
.
But.
What
shall
we
do
sir
?
scar.
Do
as
the
deuill
dus
,
hate
panther-mankind
,
And
yet
I
lie
:
for
deuils
sinners
loue
,
When
men
hate
men
,
tho
good
like
some
aboue
.
Enter
Scarborrowes
wife
Katherine
with
two
Children
.
But.
Your
wifes
come
in
sir
.
Sca.
Thou
lyest
,
I
ha
not
a
wife
.
None
can
be
cald
,
True
man
and
wife
,
but
those
whom
heauen
instald
.
Say
,
Kath.
O
my
deer
husband
?
Sca.
You
are
very
welcome
,
peace
:
wele
ha
complement
.
Who
are
you
Gentlewoman
.
Kat.
Sir
your
distressed
wife
,
and
these
your
children
.
Sca.
Mine
?
Where
,
how
begot
:
Proue
me
by
certaine
instance
thats
deuine
,
That
I
should
call
them
lawfull
,
or
the
mine
.
Kat.
Were
we
not
marryed
sir
?
Sca.
No
,
tho
we
heard
the
words
of
Ceremonie
,
But
had
hands
knit
as
fellons
that
weare
fetters
Forst
vpon
them
.
For
tell
me
woman
,
Did
ere
my
Loue
with
sighs
intreat
thee
mine
,
Did
euer
I
in
willing
conference
,
Speake
words
,
made
halfe
with
teares
that
I
did
loue
thee
.
Or
was
I
euer
But
glad
to
see
thee
as
al
Louers
are
.
No
,
no
,
thou
knowst
I
was
not
.
Ka.
O
me
.
But.
The
mores
the
pitty
.
Scar.
But
when
I
came
to
Church
,
I
did
there
stand
All
water
,
whose
forest
breach
had
drownd
my
Land
,
Are
you
my
wife
,
or
these
my
children
?
Why
tis
impossible
,
for
like
the
skies
,
Without
the
sunnes
light
,
so
looke
al
your
eies
,
Darke
,
Clowdy
,
thicke
,
and
ful
of
heauines
,
Within
my
Country
there
was
hope
to
see
Me
and
my
yssue
to
be
like
our
fathers
,
Vpholders
of
our
Country
,
al
our
life
,
Which
should
ha
bin
,
if
I
had
wed
a
wife
.
Where
now
,
As
dropping
leaues
in
Autume
you
looke
al
,
And
I
that
should
vphold
you
like
to
fal
,
Ka.
Twas
,
nor
,
shal
be
my
fault
.
Heauen
bear
me
witnes
.
Sca.
Thou
lyest
?
stumpet
thou
lyest
?
Bu.
O
Sir
.
Scar.
Peace
sawcie
Iacke
,
strumpet
I
say
thou
lyest
,
For
wife
of
mine
thou
art
not
,
and
these
thy
Basterds
Whom
I
begot
of
thee
,
with
this
vnrest
,
That
Bastards
borne
,
are
borne
not
to
be
Blest
Ka.
One
me
poure
al
your
wrath
,
but
not
on
them
.
Scar.
On
thee
,
and
them
,
for
tis
the
end
of
lust
,
To
scourge
it selfe
,
heauen
lingring
to
be
iust
:
Harlot
.
Ka.
Husband
.
Scar.
Bastardes
.
Child
.
Father
.
But.
What
hart
not
pitties
this
?
Scar.
Euen
in
your
Cradle
,
you
were
accurst
of
heauen
,
Thou
an
Adulteresse
in
thy
married
armes
.
And
they
that
made
the
match
,
bawds
to
thy
lust
:
I
,
now
you
hang
the
heade
,
shouldst
ha
done
so
before
,
Then
these
had
not
bin
Bastards
,
thou
a
whore
.
Bue.
I
cannot
brookt
no
longer
,
Sir
you
doe
not
well
in
this
?
scar.
Ha
slaue
.
But.
Tis
not
the
aime
of
gentry
to
bring
forth
,
Such
harsh
vnrellisht
fruit
vnto
their
wiues
,
And
to
their
pretty
pretty
children
by
my
troth
.
Scar.
How
rascall
.
But.
Sir
I
must
tel
you
,
your
progenitors
Two
of
the
which
these
yeares
were
seruant
to
,
Had
not
such
mists
before
their
vnderstanding
,
Thus
to
behaue
themselues
.
Scar.
And
youle
controule
me
sir
.
But.
I
,
I
,
will
.
Scar.
You
rogue
.
But.
I
tis
,
I
will
tel
you
tis
vngently
done
Thus
to
defame
your
wife
,
abuse
your
children
,
Wrong
them
,
you
wrong
your selfe
,
are
they
not
yours
?
Sca.
Pretty
,
pretty
Impudence
infaith
,
But.
Her
whom
your
are
bound
to
loue
,
to
raile
against
,
These
whom
you
are
bound
to
keepe
,
to
spurne
like
dogs
,
And
you
were
not
my
maister
,
I
would
tell
you
.
Scar.
What
slaue
.
But.
Put
vp
your
Bird-spit
,
tut
I
feare
it
not
,
In
doing
deeds
so
base
,
so
vild
as
these
,
Tis
but
a
Kna
,
kna
,
kna
.
Scar.
Roge
.
But.
Tut
howsoeuer
,
tis
a
dishonest
part
,
And
in
defence
of
these
I
throw
off
duty
Scar.
Good
Butler
.
But.
Peace
honest
Mistris
,
I
will
say
you
are
wronged
,
Proue
it
vpon
him
,
euen
in
his
blood
,
his
bones
,
His
guts
,
his
Maw
,
his
Throat
,
his
Intrals
.
Scar.
You
runnagate
of
threescore
,
But.
Tis
better
then
a
knaue
of
three
and
twenty
,
Scar.
Patience
be
my
Buckler
,
As
not
to
file
my
hands
in
villaines
blood
,
You
knaue
Slaue-trencher-groome
Who
is
your
maister
?
But.
You
if
you
were
a
maister
.
scar.
Off
with
your
coate
then
,
get
you
fort
a doores
.
But.
My
cote
sir
.
Scar.
I
your
coat
slaue
.
But.
Sfut
when
you
hate
,
tis
but
a
thred-bare
coat
,
Aud
there
tis
for
you
:
know
that
I
scorne
To
weare
his
Liuery
is
so
worthy
borne
,
And
liue
so
base
a
life
,
old
as
I
am
,
Ile
rather
be
a
begger
then
your
man
,
And
theres
your
seruice
for
you
.
Exit
scar.
Away
,
out
of
my
doore
:
Away
.
So
,
now
your
Champions
gone
,
Minx
thou
hadst
better
ha
gone
quick
vnto
thy
graue
.
Ca.
O
me
,
that
am
no
cause
of
it
.
Sca.
Then
haue
subornd
that
slaue
to
lift
his
hands
against
me
.
Ka.
O
me
,
what
shall
become
of
me
?
Sca.
Ile
teach
you
tricks
for
this
,
ha
you
a
companion
.
Enter
Butler
.
But.
My
hart
not
suffer
me
to
leaue
my
honest
Mistris
and
hir
pretty
children
.
Scar.
Ile
marke
thee
for
a
strumpet
,
and
thy
Bastards
.
But.
What
will
you
do
to
them
Sir
.
scar.
The
Deuill
in
thy
shape
come
backe
againe
.
But.
No
,
but
an
honest
seruant
Sir
wil
take
this
cote
,
And
weare
it
with
this
sword
to
sauegard
these
,
And
pitty
them
,
and
I
am
wo
for
you
,
But
will
not
suffer
The
husband
Viper-like
to
pray
on
them
.
That
loue
her
,
and
haue
cherisht
him
as
these
,
As
they
haue
you
.
scar.
Slaue
.
But.
I
will
not
humour
you
,
Fight
with
you
,
and
loose
my
life
or
these
Shal
tast
your
wrong
whom
you
are
bound
to
loue
.
scar.
Out
of
my
doores
slaue
.
But.
I
will
not
,
but
wil
stay
and
weare
this
coat
,
And
do
you
seruice
whether
you
will
or
no
.
Ile
weare
this
sword
to
,
and
be
Champion
,
To
fight
for
her
in
spight
of
any
man
.
scar.
You
shall
.
You
shall
be
my
maister
Sir
.
But.
No
,
I
desire
it
not
,
Ile
pay
you
duty
euen
vpon
my
knee
,
But
loose
my
life
,
ere
these
opprest
Ile
see
.
scar.
Yes
goodman
slaue
,
you
shal
be
master
,
Lie
with
my
wife
,
and
get
more
Bastards
,
do
,
do
,
do
.
Ka.
O
me
.
scar
Turnes
the
world
vpside
downe
,
that
men
orebeare
theyr
Maisters
,
It
dus
,
it
dus
.
For
euen
as
Iudas
sold
his
Maister
Christ
,
Men
buy
and
sell
their
wiues
at
highest
price
,
What
wil
you
giue
me
?
what
wil
you
giue
me
?
what
wil
you
giue
me
?
O
,
Mistris
,
My
soule
weeps
,
tho
mine
eyes
be
dry
,
To
see
his
fall
and
your
aduersity
,
Some
meanes
I
haue
left
,
which
Ile
releeue
you
with
,
Into
your
chamber
,
and
if
comfort
be
a
kin
To
such
great
greefe
,
comfort
your
children
.
scar.
I
thanke
thee
Butler
,
heauen
when
he
please
,
Send
death
vnto
the
troubled
a
blest
ease
.
Exit
with
children
.
But.
Introth
I
know
not
if
it
be
good
or
ill
,
That
with
this
endlesse
toyle
I
labour
thus
,
Tis
but
the
old
times
Ancient
conscience
That
would
do
no
man
hurt
,
that
makes
me
doot
,
If
it
be
sinne
that
I
do
pitty
these
,
If
it
be
sinne
I
haue
releeued
his
Brothers
,
Haue
plaid
the
theefe
with
them
to
get
their
food
,
And
made
a
lucklesse
marriage
for
his
Sister
,
Intended
for
her
good
,
heauen
pardon
me
.
But
if
so
,
I
am
sure
they
are
greater
sinners
,
That
made
this
match
,
and
were
vnhappy
men
,
For
they
caus'd
all
,
and
may
heauen
pardon
them
.
Enter
sir
William
scarborrow
.
sir
Wil.
Whose
within
heere
.
But.
Sir
William
,
kindly
welcome
.
sir
Wil.
Where
is
my
kinsman
Scarborrow
?
But.
Sooth
hees
within
sir
,
but
not
very
well
.
sir
Will.
His
sicknesse
?
But.
The
hel
of
sicknes
,
troubled
in
his
mind
.
sir
Wil.
I
gesse
the
cause
of
it
,
But
cannot
now
intend
to
visit
him
,
Great
business
for
my
soueraigne
hasts
me
hence
,
Onely
this
Letter
from
his
Lord
and
Guardian
to
him
,
Whose
inside
I
do
gesse
,
tends
to
his
good
,
At
my
returne
Ile
see
him
,
so
farewell
.
Exit
But.
Whose
inside
I
do
gesse
turnes
to
his
good
,
He
shall
not
see
it
now
then
,
for
mens
minds
Perplext
like
his
,
are
like
Land-troubling-winds
,
Who
haue
no
gracious
temper
.
Enter
Iohn
Scarborrow
.
Iohn
.
O
Butler
.
But.
Whats
the
fryght
now
?
John
Helpe
strait
,
or
on
the
tree
of
shame
We
both
shall
perish
for
the
robbery
.
But.
What
ist
reueald
man
?
Iohn
Not
yet
good
Butler
,
only
my
brother
Thomas
In
spleene
to
me
,
that
would
not
suffer
him
To
kill
our
elder
brother
,
had
vndone
vs
Is
riding
now
to
sir
Iohn
Harcop
straight
,
to
disclose
it
.
But.
Hart
,
who
would
rob
with
Sucklings
:
Where
did
you
leaue
him
?
Iohn
Now
taking
horse
to
ride
to
Yorkshire
.
But.
Ile
stay
his
iourney
,
least
I
meet
a
hanging
.
Exeunt
Enter
Scarrborrow
.
Scar.
Ile
parley
with
the
Deuill
:
I
,
I
will
,
He
giues
his
councell
freely
,
and
the
cause
He
for
his
Clyents
pleads
,
goes
alwaies
with
them
,
He
in
my
cause
shall
deale
then
:
and
Ile
aske
him
Whether
a
Cormorant
may
haue
stuft
Chests
And
see
his
brother
starue
:
why
heele
say
I
,
The
lesse
they
giue
,
the
more
I
gaine
thereby
.
Enter
Butler
.
Their
soules
,
their
soules
,
theyr
soules
.
How
now
mayster
?
Nay
,
you
are
my
maister
?
Is
my
wiues
sheets
warme
?
Dus
she
kisse
well
?
Bat.
Good
sir
.
Scar.
Foe
,
makt
not
strange
for
in
these
daies
,
Theres
many
men
lie
in
theyr
maysters
sheets
,
And
so
may
you
in
mine
and
yet
:
Your
businesse
sir
?
But.
Theres
one
in
ciuill
habit
sir
,
would
speake
with
you
.
scar.
In
ciuill
habite
.
But:
He
is
of
seemly
ranke
sir
,
and
cals
himselfe
By
the
name
of
Doctor
Baxtor
of
Oxford
.
scar.
That
man
vndid
me
,
he
did
blossoms
blow
Whose
fruit
proued
poyson
,
tho
twas
good
in
shew
,
With
him
Ile
parley
,
and
disrobe
my
thoughts
Of
this
wilde
phrensey
that
becoms
me
not
:
A
table
,
candles
,
stooles
,
and
all
things
fit
,
I
know
he
comes
to
chide
me
,
and
Ile
heare
him
,
With
our
sad
conference
we
will
call
vp
teares
,
Teach
Doctors
rules
,
instruct
succeeding
yeares
:
Vsher
him
in
:
Heauen
spare
a
drop
from
thence
wheres
bounties
throng
Giue
patience
to
my
soule
,
inflame
my
toung
.
Enter
Doctor
.
Doct.
God
mayster
Scarborow
.
Sca.
You
are
most
kindly
welcome
,
sooth
ye
are
.
Doct.
I
ha
important
businesse
to
deliuer
you
.
Sca.
And
I
haue
leysure
to
attend
your
hearing
.
Doct.
Sir
,
you
know
I
married
you
.
Sca.
I
know
you
did
sir
.
Doct.
At
which
you
promised
both
to
God
and
men
,
Your
life
vnto
your
spouse
should
like
snow
,
That
fals
to
comfort
,
not
to
ouerthrow
,
And
loue
vnto
your
yssue
should
be
like
The
deaw
of
heauen
,
that
hurts
not
tho
it
strike
,
When
heauen
and
men
did
witnesse
and
record
Twas
an
eternall
oath
,
no
idle
word
Heauen
being
pleasd
therewith
,
bleste
you
with
children
,
And
at
heauens
blessings
,
all
good
men
reioyce
.
So
that
Gods
chayre
and
footstoole
,
heauen
and
earth
Made
offering
at
your
nuptials
as
a
knot
To
minde
you
of
your
vow
,
O
breake
it
not
?
scar.
Tis
very
true
.
Doc.
Now
sir
,
from
this
your
oth
and
band
,
Faiths
pledge
,
and
seale
of
conscience
you
ha
run
,
Broken
all
contracts
,
and
the
forfeiture
,
Iustice
hath
now
in
sute
against
your
soule
,
Angels
are
made
the
Jurors
,
who
are
witnesses
Vnto
the
oath
you
took
,
and
God
himselfe
Maker
of
marriage
,
he
that
seald
the
deed
,
As
a
firme
lease
vnto
you
during
life
,
Sirs
now
as
iudge
of
your
transgression
,
The
world
informes
against
you
with
this
voyce
,
If
such
sinnes
raigne
,
what
mortals
can
reioyce
.
scar.
What
then
ensues
to
me
?
Doc.
A
heauy
doome
,
whose
executions
Now
serud
vpon
your
conscience
,
that
euer
You
shall
feele
plagues
whom
time
shall
not
disseuer
,
As
in
a
map
your
eyes
see
all
your
life
,
Bad
words
,
worse
deeds
,
falce
oths
,
and
al
the
iniuries
,
You
ha
done
vnto
your
soule
,
then
comes
your
wife
,
Full
of
woes
drops
,
and
yet
as
full
of
pitty
,
Who
tho
she
speaks
not
,
yet
her
eies
are
swords
,
That
cut
your
hart-strings
,
and
then
your
children
.
scar.
Oh
,
oho
,
oh
.
Doc.
Who
what
they
cannot
say
talke
in
their
lookes
,
You
haue
made
vs
vp
,
but
as
misfortunes
bookes
,
Whom
other
men
may
read
in
,
when
presently
,
Taskt
by
your selfe
,
you
are
not
like
a
Theefe
,
Astonied
being
accus'd
,
but
scorch
with
greefe
,
scar.
I
,
I
,
I
.
Doct.
Heere
stands
your
wiues
tears
.
scar.
Where
?
Doc.
And
you
fry
for
them
,
here
lie
your
childrens
wants
.
Sca.
Heere
?
Doct.
For
which
you
pine
in
conscience
burne
,
And
wish
you
had
bin
better
,
or
nere
borne
.
Scar.
Dus
all
this
happen
to
a
wretch
like
me
.
Doc.
Both
this
and
worse
,
your
soule
eternally
Shall
liue
in
torment
,
tho
the
body
dy
.
Scar.
I
shall
ha
need
of
drinke
then
Butler
,
Doc.
Nay
all
your
sinnes
are
on
your
children
laide
,
For
the
offences
that
the
father
made
.
Scar.
Are
they
Sir
.
Doc.
Be
sure
they
are
.
Enter
Butler
.
Scar.
Butler
.
But.
Sir
?
scar.
Go
fetch
my
wife
and
children
hether
.
But.
I
will
sir
.
sca.
Ile
read
a
Letter
to
the
Doct.
too
,
hees
a
Deuine
?
I
hees
a
Deuine
.
But.
I
see
his
mind
is
troubled
,
and
haue
made
bold
with
dutie
to
reade
a
Letter
tending
to
his
good
,
haue
made
his
Brothers
friendes
:
both
which
I
will
conceale
til
better
temper
:
He
sends
me
for
his
wife
and
children
,
shall
I
fetch
em
.
scar.
Hees
a
Deuine
,
and
this
Deuine
did
marry
mee
,
thats
good
,
thats
good
,
Doc.
Maister
Scarborrow
.
Scar.
Ile
be
with
you
straight
Sir
,
But.
I
wil
obey
him
,
If
any
thing
doth
happen
that
is
Ill
,
Heauen
beare
me
record
tis
against
Butlers
wil
.
Exit
.
scar.
And
this
Deuine
did
marry
me
,
Whose
tongue
should
be
the
key
to
open
truth
,
As
Gods
Ambassador
.
Deliuer
,
deliuer
,
deliuer
.
Do.
Maister
Scarborrow
.
sca.
Ile
be
with
you
straight
sir
,
Saluation
to
afflicted
consciences
,
And
not
giue
torment
to
contented
minds
,
Who
should
be
lamps
to
comfort
out
our
way
,
And
not
like
Firedrakes
to
lead
men
astray
,
I
,
Ile
be
with
you
straight
sir
.
Enter
Butler
.
But.
Heres
your
wife
and
children
sir
?
scar.
Giue
way
then
,
I
ha
my
lesson
perfit
,
leaue
vs
heere
.
But.
Yes
I
wil
go
,
but
I
will
be
so
neere
,
To
hinder
the
mishap
the
which
I
feare
.
Exit
Butler
.
scar.
Now
sir
,
you
know
this
Gentlewoman
?
Doct.
Kind
mistris
Scarborrow
,
Scar.
Nay
pray
you
keepe
your
seat
,
for
you
shal
heare
,
The
same
affliction
you
ha
taught
me
feare
,
Due
to
your selfe
.
Doc.
To
me
sir
.
scar.
To
you
sir
,
You
matcht
me
to
this
Gentlewoman
.
Doct.
I
know
I
did
sir
.
scar.
And
you
will
say
she
is
my
wife
then
.
Doc.
I
ha
reason
sir
,
because
I
married
you
.
scar.
O
that
such
tongues
should
ha
the
time
to
lie
,
Who
teach
men
how
to
liue
,
and
how
to
die
,
Did
not
you
know
my
soule
had
giuen
my
faith
,
In
contract
to
another
,
and
yet
you
Would
ioyne
this
Loome
vnto
vnlawful
twists
.
Doct.
Sir
.
scar.
But
sir
,
You
that
can
see
a
Mote
within
my
eie
,
And
with
a
Cassocke
blind
your
owne
defects
,
Ile
teach
you
this
,
tis
better
to
do
ill
,
Thats
neuer
knowne
to
vs
,
then
of
selfe
will
,
And
these
all
these
in
thy
seducing
eye
,
As
scorning
life
make
em
be
glad
to
die
.
Doc.
Me
Scarborrow
.
scar.
Heere
will
I
write
,
that
they
which
marry
wiues
,
Vnlawfull
liue
with
strumpets
al
theyr
liues
.
Here
wil
I
seale
the
children
that
are
born
,
From
wombes
vnconsecrate
,
euen
when
their
soule
Has
her
infusion
,
it
registers
they
are
foule
,
And
shrinkes
to
dwell
with
them
,
and
in
my
close
,
Ile
shew
the
world
,
that
such
abortiue
men
,
Knit
hands
without
free
tongues
looke
red
like
them
Stand
you
and
you
,
to
acts
most
Tragicall
,
Heauen
has
dry
eies
,
when
sinne
,
makes
sinners
fall
.
Doc.
Helpe
maister
Scarborrow
,
Child
.
Father
.
Ka.
Husband
.
Sca.
These
for
thy
act
should
die
,
she
for
my
Clare
,
Whose
wounds
stare
thus
vpon
me
for
reuenge
.
These
to
be
rid
from
misery
,
this
from
sinne
,
And
thou
thy selfe
shalt
haue
a
push
amongst
em
,
That
made
heauens
word
a
pack-horse
to
thy
tongue
.
Cotest
scripture
to
make
euils
shine
like
good
,
And
as
I
send
you
thus
with
wormes
to
dwell
,
Angels
applaud
it
as
a
deed
done
well
.
Enter
Butler
.
But.
.
Stay
him
,
stay
him
.
What
will
you
do
sir
.
Scar.
Make
fat
wormes
of
stinking
carkasses
,
What
hast
thou
to
do
with
it
?
Enter
Ilford
and
his
wife
,
the
two
Brothers
,
and
Sir
William
Scarborrow
But.
Looke
who
are
here
sir
.
Sca.
Iniurious
villen
that
preuentst
me
still
.
But.
They
are
your
brothers
and
allyance
Sir
.
Scar.
They
are
like
full
ordinance
then
,
who
once
dischargd
,
A farre
off
giue
a
warning
to
my
soule
,
That
I
had
done
them
wrong
.
sir
Wil
Kinsman
.
Brother
and
sister
.
Brother
.
Ka.
Husband
.
Child
.
Father
.
scar,
Harke
how
their
words
like
Bullets
shoot
me
thorow
And
tel
mee
I
haue
vndone
em
,
this
side
might
say
.
We
are
in
want
,
and
you
are
the
cause
of
it
,
This
points
at
me
,
yore
shame
vnto
your
house
,
This
tung
saies
nothing
,
but
her
lookes
do
tell
,
Shees
married
but
as
those
that
liue
in
hel
:
Whereby
all
eies
are
but
misfortunes
pipe
,
Fild
full
of
wo
by
me
,
this
feeles
the
stripe
.
But.
Yet
looke
Sir
,
Heeres
your
Brothers
hand
in
hand
,
whom
I
ha
knit
so
.
Wife
.
And
looke
Sir
heeres
my
husbands
hand
in
mine
,
And
I
reioyce
in
him
,
and
he
in
me
.
sir
wil.
I
say
Cose
what
is
past
,
the
way
to
blisse
,
For
they
know
best
to
mend
,
that
know
amisse
,
Ka.
Wee
kneele
,
forget
,
and
say
if
you
but
loue
vs
,
You
gaue
vs
greefe
for
future
happines
.
scar.
What
al
this
to
my
Conscience
?
But.
Ease
,
promise
of
succeeding
ioy
to
you
,
Read
but
this
Letter
.
sir
Will.
Which
tels
you
that
your
Lord
&
Guardians
dead
.
But.
Which
tels
you
that
he
knew
he
did
you
wrong
,
Was
greeud
fort
,
and
for
satisfaction
Hath
giuen
you
double
of
the
wealth
you
had
.
Bro.
Increast
our
portions
.
Wife
.
Giuen
me
a
dowry
too
.
But.
And
that
he
knew
,
Your
sinne
was
his
,
the
punishment
his
due
.
Sca.
All
this
is
heere
,
Is
heauen
so
gracious
to
sinners
then
?
But.
Heauen
is
,
and
has
his
gracious
eies
,
To
giue
men
life
not
like
intrapping
spies
.
scar.
Your
hand
,
yours
,
yours
,
to
you
my
soule
,
to
you
a
kisse
,
Introth
I
am
sorry
I
ha
straid
amisse
,
To
whom
shall
I
be
thankefull
.
All
silent
:
None
speake
:
whist
:
why
then
to
God
,
That
giues
men
comfort
as
he
giues
his
rod
,
Your
portions
Ile
see
paid
,
and
I
will
loue
you
,
You
three
Ile
liue
withall
,
my
soule
shall
loue
you
,
You
are
an
honest
seruant
,
sooth
you
are
,
To
whom
,
I
these
and
all
must
pay
amends
,
But
you
I
will
admonish
in
coole
tearmes
,
Let
not
promotions
hope
,
be
as
a
string
,
To
tie
your
tongue
,
or
let
loose
it
to
sting
.
Doc.
From
hence
it
shall
not
Sir
.
scar.
Then
husbands
thus
shal
norish
with
their
wiues
.
Kisse
Ilf.
As
thou
and
I
will
wench
.
Brothers
in
brotherly
loue
thus
link
together
,
Imbrace
.
sca.
Children
and
seruants
pay
their
duty
thus
.
bow
and
kneele
.
And
all
are
pleas'd
.
All
.
We
are
.
scar.
Then
if
all
these
bee
so
,
I
am
new
wed
so
ends
old
marryage
woe
,
And
in
your
eies
so
louingly
being
wed
,
We
hope
your
hands
will
bring
vs
to
our
bed
.
FINIS
.