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Enter. Gibert & Countess.
Gilb:
Morow wife good morow. is Parrat sullen this morning, mary buzz.

Count:
Mary buzard yow meane, make strip & wast of my woods? fell my
Timber pluck downe my howses, rack my Tenants?

Gilb:
Tenants, small wines wife hege wines will never drinke
well & they be not soundly rackt.

Count.
the Devill will rack the in hell fort one day

Gilb:
I: when thow art foore man on's Iurye, what I have done
Ile answeare afore my betters & thyne too—

Count
that shalbe tryed & Iustice Byndeover were come once.

Gilb
Bynde-ove«r» an Antient bencher, Indeed, he was a Iustice I
thinke a fore he was a gentleman,—
Enter Howlet & dashe disguisd
yor wop s. most kindly wellcome a
howshold Iar betwixt my wife & my self

Howl.
nay nay yor goodnes is knowne,

Gilb
I hope yor good worship will take—

How.
noe bribe no I am none of these these not I: bynd hym over for that

Dashe,
Ile teach yow to
offer Iustice a Bribe an other tyme—

G:
& not giue him one—

Gilb:
I confesse twas my Ignorance, & shalbe glad to Lerne sr.

Howl.
Sr. what sr sir. I am no knight sr Knave,

Gilb:
I know that most worship full

Howl.
He knowes me for a worf l knave he sayes, Bind him over againe Dash

Dash
bind over every man that knows yow—so—I might ha work Inough.

Gilb.
a bottle of sack & a new rowle for mr Bindover

How.
no let yor rowles alone, tho bread be a bynder: my man
Dashe can binde fast Inough wt hout it, wher be yor Atturnyes

amb:
we have feed none sr.

How.

And if they come wt hout ffees hang e'm—no matter a company
of Bawleing fellows, trouble both towne & countrye, All lawe thers no
Iustice to be hard a mongst 'em—yow know yor owne causes
best. ee'n plead em yor selvs, & save a dowble fee, toot pro
et Con come, yow pro the plaintife & yow con the defendant.

Gilb:

please yor wp p. tast a cup of sack first

Howl.

& thank the too I comend the, yet thow feedst thy cause well. tis like to thrive &
batten the better, some hide bownd Clients [star**] starve a suit in
lawe as they do a child at nurse for want of wt. it should
have, & then laye the Blame of the Honest lawyer—wet
thy neb too Dashe, thy pen will cast Inke the clerer, now Pro—
show cause pro, showe cause,

Count

thus then, he rackes my tenants, ruynes my howses, fells my okes.

Howl.

wt s. that Dashe: wt do she talke on,

Dash.

talkes of felling of oaks sr.

Howl

so I thought for myne eyes were gathering Carpenters
chipps—a cup of sack to clere em Dashe—so he fells thine okes

Count.

& wood sell em too, but afore this reverend Iustice my freind
& thine

Howl.

How hows that? does she make Iustice any mans freind
bynd—her over for that Dashe over wt h her

Dash.

nay sr. she makes a Iack of both sides on yow: freind to
plaintife & defendant too.

Howl.
does she so, does she so, bind her over dowble for that. for by
this wine as I am trew Iustice I am freind nether to pro nor con—

Dash.
yow may Beleve hym he takes a depe oth: shees downe sr.

Count.
but touch an oake, an Arme, a bough, a branch a bushe, nay
so much as an akorne cup, & thow darst, dost here, for thine
ears & thow darest

Howl.
shele make a good Atturny her self in tyme she mootes handsomly
all ready; now pro, wt can yow say for yr self pro—

Gilb:
why harke yow, hark yow yow Mr i s. of the Mandamus office
shall not I fell myne owne sell myne owne, touch myne owne

Count
thyne owne? thow oakes of thyne owne: where grow they in
Knaves acre furlong? oakes of thine owne nor so much as a
rotten elder to hang the best freind thow hast one.

Howl.
no elder no oake: a triyall consequent, drawne a Minore ad
Maius: she plaies home to yw. prove the okes yor owne, yor cast ellse.

Gilb.
Her owne Argument concluds it: she confesses they are hers.

Howl.
Ergo none of yor s. gone agen pro, gone Agen, the old statute
of millio. quillio. trillio. calld Meum non est tuū cuts yor plea
off by the Hams.

Gilb:
I give it new leggs Againe thus then? man & wife being one
the consequent proves there goods chattles & all other Implemt s.
to be soe. but we are man & wife Ergo—

Howl.
a plaine case in ploiden, the man carryes it. [Are] yow are content
to stand to our Censure, minister the oathe Dashe, giue him the
full oath—Dashe has paid fort aforehand

Dash.
yow shall swere by the contents of this to stand to my Mr s arbytramt.

Gilb.
I do—

Dash-
kiss the booke then, So sufficient & nowe—.

Howl:
what dost thow meane to do knave

Dash.
why to take his oath mr. ist not my place do I sit here for nothing

Howl.
Tis well done on the Dashe, now mister hers.

Dash.
yow are content to take the same oath yr fore-man did

Count
I am. & ther vpon I kiss the booke. Dash: tis sufficient

Dash.
wt do yw meane sr.

Howl.

mary to take her oath my selfe, I shall make affidavit
wt h the safer conscyence—I think I had best leave binding
over & begin to take Depositions thers most swetnes int of the
two, but to the order set it downe Dashe: An oake is a body
now a body yw all knowe belongs to the topp: the top is the
head, but the husband is the head Ergo he being the head may Ritu Mariti challenge the
body Armes hands,

Dash
thighes leggs Calfes Anckles feete toes & all—

Howl.
no, theres a Quere [for] in that, for the thighes & legs, being deawe
boughes, [that] & bushes that grow vnder Covert Barron
as we call it, she may vse occupy, & in way of chamber
fuell, ritu vxoris Imploye.

Count
a reasonable order & conscionable, let hym take the bodye
& giue me fredome to make vse of the boughes & the bushes.

Gilb.
no. I will not part wt h a bough nor a Bushe, so big as
to fforme a Hare or burrowe a Cony in—give yw the
boughes & the Bushes, mary Buz.

Count
prethe Leave buzing my boughes & my Bushes are all thine
swete husband [intr] be freinds good mr Iustice intreat him—

Howl.
Intreat I comand him, be freinds or Ile bynd the over, (& affirme & that ipso facto may
this wine never go thorough me else

Gilb:
well to [kepe] giue yor oath [in yr belly] clerer vent I am content but—

Enter one
One:
is not one Iustice Byndover here

Gilb.
the man of worp. sits there

one:
Sr. a company of sea fareing men at yr shop wood spek wt h yow.

Howl.
Brazele m'chants a my life, oh How, how do I tym a way my tyme
here & hazard the Loss of a whole flete of Tobacco: where
ly the buyeing weights

Dashe
In the Dowble Deale box in the lower counter—

Gilb.
I think this be Dowble Dealing Inough in*:

Gilb
[but why] do yw not sell &
buy all by one scale Sr.

(How.)
Iustice for bid else, but there
maye be difference in weights secundu quall: & yet all trew
secundum quan: too:

Count:
I did not thinke yr wop. had

To coūrt this Iar came Luckely about
twill ope a sluce, to let much busyness out

Ext;

(Marginal note)

byn [a Tobacco man Till now:] soe well skilld in Tobacco

Howl.
Quere for that, why
may not a [Tobacco] Marchant be a Iustice aswell as a pynn-pedlar,
a Lord-Lord Maistress have I done yow. so many Iobbs
of Iorny work & do yow not know my workmanship yet

Count
yes yes, a knave is easy to be knowne from—

How.
a Iustice
if yor eyes were maches, or but a trew paire of spectacles—

Gib:
thow art the onely make peace—when alls Done; come wife thow
seest wt. paines our servants take, to cover our Errors & mainetaine
our Creditts, come buss buss & be freinds—

Count.
Buss mary Buz: Are yow not content to abvse me yor selfe
but set yor Iack-anapes his to mock & mowe at me too—

Howl.
trewly Mistress. I do nether mock at yw. nor purpose to
mowe in yor medow, but—be freinds wt h my Honest mr.
or on goes my gowne Agen, & then I bynd yw over, [wt hout]
hand and foot wt hout Baile or maine prize—

Gilb:
prethe swete wife—

Count.
I scorne the title, fell my oakes doe
sell the Timber yow maye;

Gilb-
nay nay but wife—

Count.
pull downe my howses:

Gilb-
wt wife I saye,

Cont.
rack my
poore Tenants—

Gilb:
prethe.

Count.
I scorne the

Gib.
here me

Count.
I defye the, tho thow wearst the sword of Iustice (as thow wodst
doe my head) vnder thy girdle, here in the Countrye,
Ile to the court & there:

Gilb.
the court? mary buz. thow tot h cort

Count:
yes I to the court, the king will know me & redress my wrong.
I shall fynde iustice out, tho it be long—first sra my horse.

Gilb.
go se her well horst & do yow man her; mak hast I do not yr erand afore you