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Scæna Prima.
Enter Henrique and Bartolus.Hen.
You know my cause sufficiently?
Bar.
I doe (Sir.)
Hen.
And though it will impaire my honesty,
And strike deep at my Credit, yet (my Bartolus)
There being no other evasion left to free me
From the vexation of my spightfull Brother,
That most insultingly raignes over me,
I must and will goe forward.
Bar.
Doe (my Lord)
And looke not after credit, we shall cure that,
Your bended honestie, we shall set right (Sir)
We Surgeons of the Law, doe desperate cures (Sir)
And you shall see how heartily I'll handle it:
Marke how I'll knock it home: be of good cheare (Sir)
You give good Fees, and those beget good Causes,
The prerogative of your crownes will carry the matter,
(Carry it sheere) The Assistant sits to morrow,
And he's your friend, your monied men love naturally,
And as your loves are cleare, so are your Causes.
Hen.
He shall not want for that.
Bar.
No, no, he must not,
Line your Cause warmly (Sir) the times are Aguish,
That holds a Plea in heart; hang the penurious,
Their Causes (like their purses) have poore Issues.
Hen.
That way, I was ever bountifull.
Bar.
'Tis true (Sir)
That makes ye fear'd forces the Snakes to kneele to ye,
Live full of money, and supply the Lawyer,
And take your choice of what mans lands you please (Sir)
What pleasures, or what profits; what revenges,
They are all your owne: I must have witnesses
Enough, and ready.
Hen.
You shall not want (my Bartolus.)
Bar.
Substantiall fearless soules, that wil swear suddenly,
That will sweare any thing.
Hen.
They shall sweare truth too.
Bar.
That's no great matter: for varietie
They may sweare truth, els 'tis not much look'd after:
I will serve Processe, presently, and strongly
Upon your Brother, and Octavio,
Jacintha and the Boy; provide your proofes (Sir)
And set 'em fairely off, be sure of Witnesses,
Though they cost money, want no store of witnesses,
I have seen a handsome Cause, so fowly lost (Sir,)
So beastly cast away for want of Witnesses.
Hen.
There shall want nothing.
Bar.
Then be gone, be provident.
Send to the Judge, a secret way: you have me,
And let him understand the heart.
Hen.
I shall (Sir.)
Bar.
And feele the pulses strongly beat, I'll study,
And at my houre, but mark me, goe, be happy,
Goe and beleeve i'th' Law.
Hen.
I hope 'twill helpe me.
Exeunt.
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