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Scena III.
Ware-house. Plotwell. Cypher.
Good morrow Nephew: how now? sad? how comes
This melancholy?
Plotw.
Can I choose but weare
Clowdes in my face when I must venture, Sir,
Your reverend age to a long doubtfull voyage
And not partake your dangers?
Ware-h.
Fye, these feares
Though they become you, Nephew, are ominous.
When heard you from your Father?
Plotw:
Never since
He made the escape Sir.
Ware-h.
I heare he is in Ireland:
I'st true he tooke your sister with him?
Plotw.
So
Her Mistresse thinks, Sir, one day she left the Exchange,
And has not since been heard of.
Ware-h.
And Nephew
How like you your new course? which place preferre you
The Temple or Exchange? where are, think you,
The wealthier Mines in the Indies, or
Westminster Hall?
Plotw.
Sir my desires take measure
And forme from yours.
Ware-h.
Nay tell me your minde plainely,
Ith' City tongue. I'de have you speake like Cypher.
I doe not like queint figures, they doe smell
Too much o'th' Innes of Court.
Plotw.
Sir, my obedience
Is ready for all impressions which—
Ware-h.
Againe?
Plotw.
Sir I preferre your kinde of life, a Merchant
Ware-h.
Tis spoken like my Nephew: Now I like you.
Nor shall I ere repent the benefits
I have bestow'd, but will forget all Errours,
Exit Cyph.
As meere seducements: And will not only be
An Unkle but a Father to you: But then
You must be constant, Nephew.
Plotw.
Else I were blind
To my good fortune, Sir.
Ware-h.
Think man how it may
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To th'sword and Cap of Maintenance.
Plotw.
(Yes, & make me
Sentence light bread, and pownds of butter on horse-back.)
Ware-h.
Have Gates and Conduits dated from thy yeare;
Ride to the Spittle on thy free beast.
Plotw.
(Yes,
Free of your Company.)
Ware-h.
Have the people vaile
As low to his trappings as if he thrice had fined
For that good times imployment.
Plotw.
(Or as if
He had his Riders vvisdome.)
Ware-h.
Then the workes
And good deeds of the Citie to goe before Thee,
Besides a troop of Varlets.
Plotw.
(Yes, and I
To sleep the sermon in my Chaine and Scarlet.
Ware-h.
How say you? Lets heare that.
Plotw.
I say, Sir, I
To sit at sermon in my chaine and scarlet.
Ware-h.
Tis right, and be remembred at the Crosse.
Plotw.
And then at Sessions, Sir, and all times else,
Master Recorder to save me the trouble,
And understand things for me.
Ware-h.
All this is possible,
And in the starres and windes: therefore deare Nephew,
You shall pursue this course, and to enable you
In this halfe yeare that I shall be away,
Cypher shall teach you French, Italian, Spanish,
And other Tongues of Traffique
Plotw.
Shall J not learne
Arithmetick too, Sir, and short-hand?
Ware-h.
Tis well
Remembred, yes, and Navigation.
Enter Cypher.
Cyph.
Sir, Mr Seathrift saies you 'will loose the tyde,
The boat staies for you.
Ware-h.
Well, Nephew, at my return
As J heare of your carriage, you doe know
What my intentions are; and for a Token
How much I trust your reformation,
Take this key of my Counting-house, and spend
Discreetly in my absence. Farwell. Nay
No teares; Ile be here sooner then you think on't.
Cypher you know what you have to do.
Cyph.
I warrant you, Sr.
Exit
Plotw.
Teares? yes my melting eyes shall run, but it
Shall be such teares as shall encrease the tide
To carry you from hence.
Cyph.
Come Mr Plotwell shall I
Read to you this morning.
Plotw.
Read what? how the price
Of sugar goes, how many pints of Olives
Goe to a jarre, how long wine workes at sea,
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And herrings red?
Cyph.
This is fine, ha you
Forgot your Uncles charge?
Plotw.
Prithee what was't?
Cyph.
To learne the Tongues & Mathematiques.
Pl.
Troth
If I have tongue enough to say my prayers
Ith' phrase oth' Kingdome J care not; otherwise
I'me for no tongues but dry'd ones, such as will
Give a fine rellish to my backragg; and for Mathematiques,
I hate to travail by the Map, Me thinks
Enter Bright & Newcut.
Tis riding post.
Cyph.
I knew twould come to this.
Here be his Camerades.
Plotw.
What my Fleetstreet friends?
Exit Cypher.
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