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Actus tertii
Scena prima.
Louell. Alworth. Seruants.Louell.
Walke the horses downe the hill: something in priuate,
I must impart to Alworth.
Exeunt serui.
Alw.
O my Lord,
What sacrifice of reuerence, dutie watching;
Although I could put off the vse of sleepe,
And euer waite on your commands serue 'em;
What dangers, though in ne're so horri'd shapes,
Nay death it selfe, though I should run to meet it,
Can I, and with a thankefull willingnesse suffer;
But still the retribution will fall short
Of your bounties showr'd vpon me.
Lou.
Louing Youth;
Till what I purpose be put into act,
Doe not o're-prize it, since you haue trusted me
With your soules nearest, nay her dearest secret,
Rest confident 'tis in a cabinet lock'd,
Treachery shall neuer open, I haue found you
(For so much to your face I must professe,
How er'e you guard your modesty with a blush for't)
More zealous in your loue, and seruice to me
Than I haue beene in my rewards.
Alw.
Still great ones
Aboue my merit.
Lou.
Such your Gratitude calls 'em:
Nor am I of that harsh, and rugg'd temper
They part from the respect due to their Honours,
If they vse not all such as follow 'em,
Without distinction of their births, like slaues.
I am not so condition'd: I can make
A fitting difference betweene my Foot-boy,
And a Gentleman, by want compell'd to serue me.
Alw.
'Tis thankefully acknowledg'd: you haue beene
More like a Father to me than a Master.
Pray you pardon the comparison.
Lou.
I allow it;
And to giue you assurance I am pleas'd in't,
My carriage and demeanor to your Mistrisse
Faire Margaret, shall truely witnesse for me
I can command my passions.
Alw.
'Tis a conquest
Few Lords can boast of when they are tempted. Oh!
Lou.
Why do you sigh? can you be doubtfull of mee?
By that faire name, I in the warres haue purchas'd,
And all my actions hitherto vntainted,
I will not be more true to mine owne Honour,
Than to my Alworth.
Alw.
As you are the braue Lord Louell,
Your bare word only giuen, is an assurance
Of more validity, and weight to me
Than all the othes bound vp with imprecations,
Which when they would deceiue, most Courtiers practize:
Yet being a man (for sure to stile you more
Would rellish of grosse flatterie) I am forc'd
Against my confidence of your worth, and vertues,
To doubt, nay more to feare.
Lou.
So young, and iealous?
Alw.
Were you to encounter with a single foe,
The victorie were certaine: but to stand
The charge of two such potent enemies,
At once assaulting you, as Wealth and Beauty,
And those too seconded with Power, is oddes
Too great for Hercules.
Speake your doubts, and feares,
Since you will nourish 'em in plainer language,
That I may vnderstand 'em.
Alw.
What's your will;
Though I lend armes against my selfe, (prouided
They may aduantage you) must be obeyed.
My much lou'd Lord, were Margaret only faire,
The cannon of her more than earthly forme,
Though mounted high, commanding all beneath it,
And ramn'd with bullets of her sparkeling eyes,
Of all the bulwarkes that defend your senses
Could batter more, but that which guards your sight.
But when the well tun'd accents of her tongue
Make musike to you, and with numerous sounds
Assault your hearing (such as if Vlysses
Now liu'd againe, how ere he stood the Sirens,
Could not resist) the combat must grow doubtfull,
Betweene your Reason, and rebellious Passions.
Ad this too; when you feele her touch, and breath,
Like a soft Westerne wind, when it glides o're
Arabia, creating gummes, and spices:
And in the Van, the Nectar of her lippes
Which you must tast, bring the battalia on,
Well arm'd, and strongly liu'd with her discourse,
And knowing manners, to giue entertainement.
Hyppolitus himselfe would leaue Diana,
To follow such a Uenus.
Lou.
Loue hath made you
Poeticall, Alworth.
Alw.
Grant all these beat off,
Which if it be in man to doe, you'le doe it;
Mammon in Sir Giles Ouerreach stepps in
With heapes of ill got gold, and so much land,
To make her more remarkable, as would tire
A Falcons winges in one day to fly ouer.
O my good Lord, these powerfull aydes, which would
Make a mishapen Negro beautifull,
(Yet are but ornaments to giue her lustre,
Preuaile for her. I here release your trust.
'Tis happinesse, enough, for me to serue you,
And sometimes with chast eyes to looke vpon her.
Lou.
Why shall I sweare?
Alw.
O by no meanes my Lord;
And wrong not so your iudgement to the world
As from your fond indulgence to a boy,
Your page, your seruant, to refuse a blessing
Diuers Great men are riualls for.
Lou.
Suspend
Your iudgement 'till the triall. How far is it
'T Ouerreach house?
Alw.
At the most some halfe houres riding;
You'le soone be there.
Eou.
And you the sooner freed
From your iealous feares.
Alw.
O that I durst but hope it.
Exeunt.
Scena secunda.
Ouerreach. Greedie. Marrall.Overreach.
Spare for no cost, let my Dressers cracke with the weight
Of curious viands.
Greedie.
Store indeed's no sore, Sir.
Ouer.
That prouerbe fitts your stomacke Master Greedie.
And let no plate be seene, but what's pure gold,
That it is made of, let my choicest linnen
Perfume the roome, and when we wash the water
With pretious powders mix'd, so please my Lord,
That he may with enuie wish to bath so euer.
Mar.
'Twill be very chargeable.
Ouer.
Auant you Drudge:
Now all my labour'd ends are at the stake,
I'st a time to thinke of thrift? call in my daughter,
And master. Justice, since you loue choice dishes,
And plenty of 'em.
Greed.
As I doe indeed Sir,
Almost as much as to giue thankes for 'em.
Ouer.
I doe conferre that prouidence, with my power
Of absolute command to haue abundance,
To your best care.
Greed.
I'le punctually discharge it
And giue the best directions. Now am I
In mine owne conceite a Monarch, at the least
Arch-president of the boyl'd, the roast, the bak'd,
For which I will eate often, and giue thankes,
When my bellies brac'd vp like a drumme, and that's pure iustice.
Ouer.
I must bee so: should the foolish girle proue modest.
Exit Greedie.
Shee may spoile all, she had it not from me,
But from her mother, I was euer forward,
As she must bee, and therefore I'le prepare her.
Alone, and let your woemen waite without.
Margaret.
Marg.
Your pleasure Sir?
Ouer.
Ha, this is a neate dressing!
These orient pearles, and diamonds well plac'd too!
The Gowne affects me not, it should haue beene
Embroider'd o're, and o're with flowers of gold,
But these rich Iewells, and quaint fashion helpe it.
And how below? since oft the wanton eye
The face obseru'd, descends vnto the foot;
Which being well proportion'd, as yours is,
Though without art, how like you, your new Woman
The Lady Downefalne?
Marg.
Well for a companion;
Not as a seruant.
Ouer.
Is she humble Meg?
And carefull too; her Ladiship forgotten?
Marg.
I pitty her fortune.
Ouer.
Pitty her? Trample on her.
I tooke her vp in an old tamin gowne,
(Euen staru'd for want of two penny chopps) to serue thee:
And if I vnderstand, shee but repines
To doe thee any duty, though ne're so seruile,
I'le packe her to her Knight, where I haue lodg'd him,
Into the Counter, and there let 'em howle together.
Marg.
You know your owne wayes, but for me I blush
When I command her, that was once attended
With persons, not inferior to my selfe
In birth.
Ouer.
In birth? Why art thou not my daughter?
The blest child of my industrie, and wealth?
Why foolish girle, wa'st not to make thee great,
That I haue ran, and still pursue those wayes
That hale downe curses on mee, which I minde not,
Part with these humble thoughts, and apt thy selfe
To the noble state I labour to aduance thee,
Or by my hopes to see thee honorable,
I will adopt a stranger to my heyre,
And throw thee from my care, doe not prouoke mee.
Marg.
I will not Sir; mould mee which way you please.
Ouer.
How interrupted?
Enter Greedie.
Greed.
'Tis matter of importance.
The cooke Sir is selfe-will'd and will not learne
From my experience, there's a fawne brough in Sir,
And for my life I cannot make him rost it,
With a Norfolke dumpling in the belly of it.
And Sir, we wisemen know, without the dumpling
'Tis not worth three pence,
Would it were whole in thy belly
To stuffe it out; Cooke it any way, prethee leaue me
Greed.
Without order for the dumpling?
Ouer.
Let it be dumpl'd
Which way thou wilt, or tell him I will scall'd him
In his owne Caldron.
Greed.
I had lost my stomake,
Had I lost my mistrisse dumpling, I'le giue thanks for.
Ouer.
But to our businesse Megge, you haue heard who dines here?
Exit Greedie.
Marg.
I haue Sir.
Ouer.
'Tis an honourable man,
A Lord, Megge, and commands a regiment
Of Souldiers, and what's rare is one himselfe;
A bold, and vnderstanding one; and to be
A Lord, and a good leader in one volume,
Is granted vnto few, but such as rise vp
The Kingdomes glory.
Enter Greedie.
Greed,
I'le resigne my office,
If I be not better obey'd.
Ouer.
Slight, art thou franticke?
Greed.
Franticke 'twould make me a franticke, and starkmad,
Were I not a Iustice of peace, and coram too,
Which this rebellious Cooke cares not a straw for.
There are a dozen of Woodcockes.
Ouer.
Make thy selfe
Thirteene. the bakers dozen.
Greed.
I am contented
So they may be dress'd to my minde, he has found out
A new deuice for sawce, and will not dish 'em
With tosts, and butter, my Father was a Taylor,
And my name though a Iustice, Greedie Woodcocke,
And 'ere I'le see my linage so abus'd,
I'le giue vp my commission.
Ouer.
Cooke, Rogue obey him.
I haue giuen the word, pray you now remoue your selfe,
To a coller of brawne, and trouble me no farther.
I will, and meditate what to eate at dinner.
Exit Greedie.
Ouer.
And as I said Meg, when this gull disturb'd vs;
This honourable Lord, this Collonell
I would haue thy husband.
Mar.
There's too much disparity
Betweene his quality, and mine to hope it.
Ouer.
I more then hope't, and doubt not to effect it,
Be thou no enemy to thy selfe, my wealth
Shall weigh his titles downe, and make you equalls.
Now for the meanes to assure him thine; obserue me;
Remember hee's a Courtier, and a Soldier
And not to be trifl'd with, and therefore when
He comes to woe you, see you, doe not coye it.
This mincing modesty hath spoyl'd many a match
By a first refusall, in vaine after hop'd for.
Mar.
You'le haue mee Sir, preserue the distance, that
Confines a Virgin?
Ouer.
Virgin me no Virgins.
I must haue you lose that name, or you lose me,
I will haue you priuate, start not, I say priuate,
If thou art my true daughter, not a bastard
Thou wilt venture alone with one man, though he came
Like Iupiter to Semele, and come off too.
And therefore when he kisses you, kisse close.
Marg.
I haue heard this is the strumpetts fashion Sir,
Which I must neuer learne.
Ouer.
Learne any thing,
And from any creature that may make thee great;
From the Diuell himselfe.
Marg.
This is but Diuelish doctrine.
Ouer.
Or if his blood grow hot, suppose he offer
Beyond this, doe not you stay 'till it coole,
But meete his ardor, if a couch be neare,
Sit downe on't, and inuite him.
Marg.
In your house?
Your owne house Sir, for heau'ns sake, what are you then?
Or what shall I be Sir?
Stand not on forme,
Words are no substances.
Marg.
Though you could dispence
With your owne Honour; cast a side Religion,
The hopes of heauen, or feare of hell; excuse mee
In worldly policie, this is not the way
To make me his wife, his whore I grant it may doe.
My maiden Honour so soone yeelded vp,
Nay prostituted, cannot but assure him
I that am light to him will not hold weight
When he is tempted by others: so in iudgement
When to his lust I haue giuen vp my honour
He must, and will forsake me,
Ouer.
How? forsake thee?
Doe I weare a sword for fashion? or is this arme
Shrunke vp? or wither'd? does there liue a man
Of that large list I haue encounter'd with.
Can truly say I e're gaue inch of ground,
Not purchas'd with his blood, that did oppose me?
Forsake thee when the thing is done? he dares not.
Giue me but proofe, he has enioy'd thy person,
Though all his Captaines, Eccho's to his will,
Stood arm'd by his side to iustify the wrong,
And he himselfe in the head of his bold troope,
Spite of his Lordship, and his Collonelship,
Or the Iudges fauour, I will make him render
A bloody and a strict accompt, and force him
By marrying thee, to cure thy wounded honour;
I haue said it.
Enter Marrall.
Mar.
Sir, the man of Honors come
Newly alighted.
Ouer.
In; without reply
And doe as I command, or thou art lost.
Exit Marg.
Is the lowd musicke I gaue order for
Readie to receiue him?
Mar.
'Tis Sir.
Ouer.
Let 'em sound
A princely welcome, Roughnesse a while leaue me,
Must make way for mee.
Loud musicke. Enter Louell. Greed. Alw. Mar.
Lou.
Sir, you meete your trouble.
Ouer.
What you are pleas'd to stile so is an honor
Aboue my worth, and fortunes.
Alw.
Strange, so humble.
Ouer.
A iustice of peace my Lord.
Presents Greedie to him.
Lou.
Your hand good Sir.
Greed.
This is a Lord; and some thinke this a fauour;
But I had rather haue my hand in my dumpling.
Ouer.
Roome for my Lord.
Lou.
I misse Sir your faire daughter,
To crowne my welcome.
Ouer.
May it please my Lord
To taste a glasse of Greeke wine first, and suddainely
She shall attend my Lord.
Lou.
You'le be obey'd Sir.
Exeunt omnes preter Ouer.
Ouer.
'Tis to my wish; assoone as come aske for her!
Why, Megge? Megge Ouerreach. how! teares in your eies!
Ha! drie 'em quickely, or I'le digge 'em out.
Is this a time to whimper? meete that Greatnesse
That flies into thy bosome, thinke what 'tis
For me to say, My honorable daughter.
And thou, when I stand bare, to say put on,
Or father you forget your selfe, no more,
But be instructed, or expect, he comes.
A blacke-brow'd girle my Lord,
Enter Louell. Greedie Alworth. Marrall. they salute.
Lou.
As I liue a rare one.
Alw.
Hee's tooke already: I am lost.
Ouer.
That kisse,
Came twanging off I like it, quit the roome:
The rest off.
A little bashfull my good Lord, but you
I hope will teach her boldnesse.
Lou.
I am happy
In such a scholler: but.
Ouer.
I am past learning.
And therefore leaue you to your selues: remember— to his daughter.
Exit Ouerreach.
You see faire Lady, your father is sollicitous.
To haue you change the barren name of Virgin
Into a hopefull wife.
Marg.
He hast my Lord,
Holds no power o're my will.
Lou.
But o're your duty.
Marg,
Which forc'd too much may breake.
Lou.
Bend rather sweetest:
Thinke of your yeares.
Marg.
Too few to match with yours:
And choicest fruites too soone plucked, rot, and wither.
Lou.
Doe you thinke I am old?
Marg.
I am sure I am too young.
Lou.
I can aduance you.
Marg.
To a hill of sorrow,
Where euery houre I may expect to fall,
But neuer hope firme footing. You are noble,
I of a low descent, how euer rich;
And tissues match'd with skarlet suite but ill.
O my good Lord I could say more, but that
I dare not trust these walls.
Lou.
Pray you trust my eare then.
Enter Ouer. listning.
Ouer.
Close at it! whispering! this is excellent!
And by their postures, a consent on both parts.
Enter Greed.
Greed.
Sir Giles, Sir Giles.
Ouer.
The great fiend stop that clapper.
Greed.
It must ring out Sir, when my belly rings noone
The back'd meates are run out, the rost turn'd powder.
Ouer.
I shall powder you.
Greed.
Beate me to dust I care not.
In such a cause as this, I'le dye a martyr.
Ouer.
Marry and shall: you Barathrum of the shambells.
strikes him.
Greed.
How! strike a Justice of peace? 'tis pettie treason.
Edwardi quinto, but that you are my friend
I could commit you without bayle, or maine-prise.
Ouer.
Leaue your balling Sir, or I shall commit you;
When he is in discourse?
Greed.
I'st a time to talke
When we should be munching?
Lou.
Ha! I heard some noise.
Ouer.
Mum, villaine, vanish: shall we breake a bargaine
Almost made vp.
Thrust Greedie off.
Lou.
Lady, I vnderstand you;
And rest most happy in your choice, beleeue it,
I'le be a carefull pilot to direct
Your yet vncertaine barke to a port of safety.
Marg.
So shall your Honor saue two liues, and bind vs
Your slaues for euer.
Lou.
I am in the act rewarded,
Since it is good, how e're you must put on
And amorous carriage towards me, to delude
Your subtle father.
Marg.
I am prone to that.
Lou.
Now breake wee off our conference. Sir Giles.
Where is Sir Giles?
Enter Ouerreach, and the rest.
Ouer.
My noble Lord; and how
Does your Lordship find her?
Lou.
Apt Sir Giles, and comming,
And I like her the better.
Ouer.
So doe I too.
Lou.
Yet should we take forts at the first assault
'Twere poore in the defendant, I must confirme her
With a loue letter or two, which I must haue
Deliuer'd by my page, and you giue way too't.
Ouer.
With all my soule, a towardly Gentleman,
Your hand good master Alworth, know my house
Is euer open to you.
Alw.
'Twas shut 'till now.
aside.
Ouer.
Well done, well done, my honorable daughter:
Th'art so already: know this gentle youth,
And cherish him my honorable daughter.
Mar.
I shall with my best care.
Noise within as of a coch.
A Coch.
Greed.
More stops
Before we goe to dinner! o my gutts!
Enter Ladie, and Welborne.
Lad.
If I find welcome
You share in it; if not I'le backe againe,
Now I know your ends, for I come arm'd for all
Can be obiected.
Lou.
How! the Lady Alworth!
Ouer.
And thus attended!
Mar.
No, I am a dolt;
Louell salutes the Lady, the Ladie salutes Margaret.
The spirit of lyes had entred me.
Ouer.
Peace Patch,
'Tis more than wonder! an astonishment
That does possesse me wholly!
Lou.
Noble Lady,
This is a fauour to preuent my visit,
The seruice of my life can neuer equall.
Lad.
My Lord, I lay'd waite for you, and much hop'd
You would haue made my poore house your first Inne:
And therefore doubting that you might forget me,
Or too long dwell here hauing such ample cause
In this vnequall'd beauty for your stay;
And fearing to trust any but my selfe
With the relation of my seruice to you,
I borrow'd so much from my long restraint,
And tooke the ayre in person to inuite you.
Lou.
Your bounties are so great they robbe me, Madam
Of words to giue you thankes.
Lad.
Good Sir Giles Ouerreach.
salutes him.
How doest thou Marrall? lik'd you my meate so ill,
You'le dine no more with me?
Greed.
I will when you please
And it like your Ladiship.
Lad.
When you please master Greedie
If meat can doe it, you shall be satisfied,
And now my Lord, pray take into your knowledge
This Gentleman, how e're his outsid's course.
Presents Welborne.
His inward linings are as fine, and faire,
And howsoe're his humor carries him
To be thus accoutred; or what taint soeuer
For his wild life hath stucke vpon his fame,
He may e're long, with boldnesse rancke himselfe
With some that haue contemn'd him. Sir Giles Ouerreach
If I am welcome bid him so.
Ouer.
My nephew.
He has beene too long a stranger: faith you haue:
Pray let it bee mended,
Louell conferring with Welborne.
Mar.
Why Sir, what doe you meane?
This is rogue Welborne, Monster, Prodigie.
That should hang, or drowne himselfe, no man of Worship,
Much lesse your Nephew;
Ouer.
Well Sirra, we shall reckon
For this hereafter.
Mar.
I'le not lose my ieere
Though I be beaten dead for't.
Welb.
Let my silence plead
In my excuse my Lord, till better leasure
Offer it selfe to heare a full relation
Of my poore fortunes.
Lou.
I would heare, and helpe 'em.
Ouer.
Your dinner waites you.
Lou.
Pray you lead, we follow.
Lad.
Nay you are my ghest, come deere master Welborne.
Exeunt manet Gredie.
Greed.
Deare master Welborne! So shee said; Heau'n! heau'n!
If my belly would giue me leaue I could ruminate
All day on this: I haue granted twenty warrants.
To haue him committed from all prisons in the Shire,
To Nottingham iayle; and now deare master Welborne!
And my good nephew, but I play the foole
To stand here prating, and forget my dinner.
Are they set Marrall?
Enter Marrall.
Mar.
Long since, pray you a word Sir.
No wording now.
Mar.
In troth, I must; my master
Knowing you are his good friend, makes bold with you,
And does intreat you, more ghests being come in,
Then he expected, especially his nephew,
The table being full too, you would excuse him
And suppe with him on the cold meate.
Greed.
How! no dinner
After all my care?
Mar.
'Tis but a pennance for
A meale; besides, you broke your fast.
Greed.
That was
But a bit to stay my stomacke: a man in Commission
Giue place to a tatterdemallion?
Mar.
No bugge words Sir,
Should his Worship heare you?
Greed.
Lose my dumpling too?
And butter'd tosts, and woodcocks?
Mar.
Come, haue patience.
If you will dispense a little with your Worship,
And sit with the waiting woemen, you haue dumpling,
Woodcocke, and butter'd tosts too.
Greed.
This reuiues me
I will gorge there sufficiently.
Mar.
This is the way Sir.
Exeunt.
Scena tertia.
Ouerreach as from dinner.Overreach.
Shee's caught! O woemen! she neglects my Lord,
And all her complements appli'd to Welborne!
The garments of her widdowhood lay'd by,
She now appeares as glorious as the spring.
Her eyes fix'd on him; in the wine shee drinkes,
He being her pledge; she sends him burning kisses,
And sitts on thornes, till she be priuate with him.
She leaues my meate to feed vpon his lookes;
And if in our discourse he be but tnam'd
From her a deepe sigh followes, but why grieue I
At this? it makes for me, if she proue his
All that is hers is mine, as I will worke him.
Enter Marrall.
Mar.
Sir the whole boord is troubled at your rising.
Ouer.
No matter, I'le excuse it, prethee Marrall,
Watch an occasion to inuite my Nephew
To speake with me in priuate.
Mar.
Who? the rogue,
The Lady scorn'd to looke on?
Ouer.
You are a Wagge
Enter Lady and Welborne.
Mar.
See Sir shee's come, and cannot be without him.
Lad.
With your fauour Sir, after a plenteous dinner,
I shall make bold to walke, a turne, or two
In your rare garden.
There's an arbor too
If your Ladieship please to vse it
Lad.
Come master Welborne.
Exeunt Lady and Welborne.
Ouer.
Grosser, and grosser, now I beleeue the Poet
Fain'd not but was historicall, when he wrot.
Pasiphae was enamour'd of a bull,
This Ladies lust's more monstrous. My good Lord,
Excuse my manners.
Enter Louell, Margaret and the rest,
Lou.
There needes none Sir Giles,
I may e're long say Father, when it pleases
My dearest mistresse to giue warrant to it.
Ouer.
She shall seale to it my Lord, and make me happy.
Marg.
My Lady is return'd.
Enter Welb. and the Lad.
Lad.
Prouide my coach,
I'le instantly away: my thanks Sir Giles
For my entertainment.
Ouer.
'Tis your Noblenesse
To thinke it such.
Lad.
I must doe you a further wrong
In taking away your honorable Ghest.
Lou.
I waite on you Madam, farwell good Sir Giles.
Lad.
Good mistresse Margaret: nay come master Welborne,
I must not leaue you behind, in sooth I must not.
Ouer.
Robbe me not Madam, of all ioyes at once
Let my Nephew stay behind: he shall haue my coach,
(And after some small conference betweene vs)
Soone ouertake your Ladyship.
Lad.
Stay not long Sir.
Lou.
This parting kisse: you shall euery day heare from me
By my faithfull page.
Alw.
'Tis a seruice I am proud of.
Exeunt. Louell. Lady. Alworth. Margaret. Marrall.
Ouer.
Daughter to your chamber. You may wonder Nephew,
After so long an enmity betweene vs
I should desire your friendship?
Well; so I doe Sir
Ouer.
But I'le make it no wonder,
And what is more vnfold my nature to you.
We worldly men, when wee see friends, and kinsmen,
Past hope suncke in their fortunes, lend no hand
To lift 'em vp, but rather set our feet
Vpon their heads, to presse 'em to the bottome,
As I must yeeld, with you I practis'd it.
But now, I see you in a way to rise,
I can and will assist you, this rich Lady
(And I am glad of't) is enamour'd of you;
'Tis too apparent Nephew.
Welb.
No such thing:
Compassion rather Sir.
Ouer.
Well in a word,
Because your stay is short, I'le haue you seene
No more in this base shape; nor shall shee say
She married you like a begger, or in debt.
Welb.
Hee'le run into the noose, and saue my labour.
aside.
Ouer.
You haue a trunke of rich clothes, not far hence
In pawne, I will redeeme 'em, and that no clamor
May taint your credit for your petty debts,
You shall haue a thousand pounds to cut 'em off,
And goe a freeman to the wealthy Lady.
Welb.
This done Sir out of loue, and no ends else.
Ouer.
As it is Nephew.
Welb.
Bindes my still your seruant.
Ouer.
No complements; you are stay'd for e're y'aue supp'd
You shall heare from me, my coach Knaues for my Nephew:
To morrow I will visit you.
Welb.
Heer's an Vncle
In a mans extreames! how much they doe belye you
That say you are hard-harted.
Ouer.
My deeds nephew
Shall speake my loue, what men report, I waigh not.
Exeunt.
finis Actus tertii.
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