Your brats got out of alligant and broken oaths,
Your linfey-woolfey work, your hafty-puddings!
I fofter up your filch'd iniquities!

You're deceiv'd in me, Sir, I am none
Of those receivers.

John. Have I not fworn unto you,

'Tis none of mine, and fhew'd you how I found it? Land. Ye found an eafy fool that let you get it. John. Will you hear me?

[ends; Land. Oaths! what care you for oaths to gain your When ye are high and pamper'd? What faint know ye? Or what religion, but your purpos'd lewdnefs, Is to be look'd for of ye? Nay, I will tell yeYou will then fwear like accus'd cut-purfes, As far off truth too; and lie beyond all falconers; I'm fick to fee this dealing.

John. Heaven forbid, mother.

Land. Nay, I am very fick.

John. Who waits there?

Pet. [Within.] Sir!

John. Bring down the bottle of Canary wine.
Land. Exceeding fick, heaven help me!

John. Hafte ye, firrah.

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I mufte'en make her drunk. [Afide.] Nay, gentle mo

Land. Now fie upon ye! was it for this purpose
You fetch'd your evening walks for your devotions?
For this pretended holiness? No weather,

Not before day, could hold you from the matins.
Where these you bo-peep prayers? Y'ave pray'd well,
And with a learned zeal have watch'd well too; your faint
It seems was pleas'd as well. Still ficker, ficker!

Enter Peter with a bottle of wine.

John. There is no talking to her till I have drench'd

her.

Give me. Here, mother, take a good round draught. It will purge spleen from your spirits: deeper, mother. Land. I, I, fon; you imagine this will mend all. John. All, i' faith, mother.

Land. I confefs the wine

Will do his part.

Jobne

John. I'll pledge ye..

Land. But, fon John

[more John. I know your meaning, mother, touch it once Alas! you look not well, take a round draught,

It warms the blood well, and restores the colour,
And then we'll talk at large.

Land. A civil gentleman!

Aftranger! one the town holds a good regard of!
John. Nay, I will filence thee there.

[ftitch Land. One that fhould weigh his fair name !-Oh, a John. There's nothing better for a stitch, good mother, Make no fpare of it as you love you health;

Mince not the matter.

Land. As I faid, a gentleman

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Lodger'd in my houfe! Now heaven's my comfort, SigJohn. I look'd for this.

Land. I did not think you would have us'd me thus ; A woman of my credit; one, heaven knowɛ,

That loves you but too tenderly.

John. Dear, mother,

I ever found your kindness, and acknowledge it.

Land No, no, I am a fool to counfel ye. Where's

Come, let's fee your workmanship.

John. None of mine, mother:

But there 'tis and a lufty one..

Land. Heaven bless thee,

Thou hadst a hafty making; but the best is,
"Tis many a good man's fortune. As I live,
Your own eyes, Signior; and the nether lip
As like ye, as ye had fpit it.

John. I am glad on't.

Land. Blefs me! what things are these ?
John. I thought my labour

[the infant ?

Was not all loft; 'tis gold, and these are jewels,

Both rich and right I hope.

Land., Well, well, fon John,

I fee ye're a wood-man, and can chufe

Your deer, tho' it be i'th' dark; all your difcretion

Is not yet loft; this was well clap'd aboard;

Here I am with ye now, when as they fay,

Your pleasure comes with profit; when you must needs do,

Do where you may be done to; 'tis a wisdom
Becomes a young man well: be fure of one thing,
Lofe not your labour and your time together;
It feafon's of a fool, fon; time is precious,

Work wary whilft you have it. Since you must traffick
Sometimes this flippery way, take sure hold, Signior;
Trade with no broken merchants; make your lading
As you would make your reft, adventurously,
But with advantage ever.

John. All this time, mother,

The child wants looking to, wants meat and nurses.
Land. Now bleffing o' thy heart, it shall have all ;
And inftantly I'll feek a nurfe myself, fon.
'Tis a fweet child-Ah, my young Spaniard !
Take you no further care, Sir.

John. Yes, of these jewels,

I must by your good leave, mother; these are yours,
To make your care the stronger: for the rest,
I'll find a master; the gold for bringing up on't,
I freely render to your charge.

Land. No more words,

Nor no more children, good fon, as you love me;
This may do well.

John. I fhall obferve your morals.

But where's Don Frederick, mother ?

Land. Ten to one,

About the like adventure; he told me,
He was to find
you out.

John. Why fhould he stay thus ?

There may be fome ill chance in't: fleep I will not, Before I have found him. Now this woman's pleas'd,

I'll feek my friend out, and my care is eas'd.

Exter Duke and three Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Believe, Sir, 'tis as poffible to do it,

As to move the city: the main faction

[Exeunt.

Swarm thro' the streets like hornets, and with augers

Able to ruin states, no fafety left us,

Nor means to die like men, if instantly

You draw not back again.

Duke. May he be drawn,

And quarter'd too, that turns now; were I furer

Of

Of death than thou art of thy fears, and with death
More than thofe fears are too-

1 Gent. Sir, I fear not,

Duke. I would not break my vow, ftart from my honBecause I may find danger; wound my foul.

To keep my body fafe.

1 Gent. Í speak not, Sir,

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Out of a baseness to ye.

Duke. No, nor do not:

Out of a bafeness leave me.

What is danger

More than the weakness of our apprehenfions?

A poor cold part o'th' blood. Who takes it hold of?
Cowards and wicked livers: valiant minds
Were made masters of it: and as hearty feamen
In defperate ftorms ftem with a little rudder
The tumbling ruins of the ocean;

So with their caufe and fwords do they do dangers.
Say we were fure to die all in this venture,
As I am confident against it; is there any
Amongst us of fo fat a fenfe, fo pamper'd,
Would chufe luxurioufly to lie a-bed,
And purge away his fpirits; fend his foul out.
In fugar fops and fyrups? Give me dying
As dying ought to be, upon mine enemy;
Parting with mankind, by a man that's manly
Let them be all the world, and bring along
Cain's envy with them, I will on...

2 Gent. You may, Sir,

But with what fafety?

1 Gent. Since 'tis come to dying,

You shall perceive, Sir, that here be those amongst us-

Gan die as decently as other men,

And with as little ceremony. On, brave Sir..

Duke. That's fpoken heartily..

1 Gent. And he that flinches,

May he die loufy in a ditch.
Duke. No more dying,

3 Gent. Somewhat above your hour.
Duke Away then quickly,

There's no fuch dinger in't.

What's o'clock ?

[Exeunt,

Enter

Make no noife, and no trouble will attend us

B.3

Enter Frederick and Anthony with a candle. Fred. Give me the candle; fo, go you out that way Ant. What have we now to do?

Fred. And on your life, firrah,

Let none come near the door without my knowledge;
No not my landlady, nor my friend.

Ant. 'Tis done, Sir.

Fred. Nor any ferious bufiness that concerns me.

Ant. Is the wind there again?

Fred. Begone.

Ant. I Sir.

am,

Fred. Now enter without fear

Enter ift Conftantia with a jewel.

And, noble lady,

That fafety and civility ye with for

Shall truly here attend you: no rude tongue

Nor rough behaviour knows this place; no wishes,
Beyond the moderation of a man,

Dare enter here. Your own defires and innocence,
Join'd to my vow'd obedience, shall protect ye.
Con. Ye are truly noble,

And worth a woman's truft: let it become me,
(I do befeech you, Sir) for all your kindness,
To render with my thanks this worthless trifle
I may be longer troublesome.

Fred. Fair offices

lady,

Are still their own rewards: heavens bless me,
From felling civil courtefies. May it please ye,
If will force a favour to oblige me,

ye

Draw but that cloud afide, to fatisfy me

For what good angel I am engag'd.

Con. It fhall be;

For I am truly confident ye

The piece is fcarce worth looking on.

Fred. Truft me,

The abstract of all beauty, foul of sweetness!

Defend me, honeft thoughts, I fhall grow wild elfe.
What eyes are there! rather what little heavens,
To ftir men's contemplation! What a Paradife

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Runs thro' each part the has! Good blood, be temperate !
I must look off: too excellent an object
Confounds the fenfe that fees it. Noble lady,

If