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Scene. I.

Taile-Bvsh. Mere-craft. Manly.
[Tay.]
A pox vpo' referring to Commissioners,
I'had rather heare that it were past the seales:
Your Courtiers moue so Snale-like i' your Businesse.
Wuld I had not begun wi'you.

Mer.
We must moue,
Madame, in order, by degrees: not iump.

Tay.
Why, there was Sr. Iohn Monie-man could iump
A Businesse quickely.

Mer.
True, hee had great friends,
But, because some, sweete Madame, can leape ditches,
Wee must not all shunne to goe ouer bridges.
The harder parts, I make account are done:
He flatters her.
Now, 'tis referr'd. You are infinitly bound
Vnto the Ladies, they ha' so cri'd it vp!

Tay.
Doe they like it then?

Mer.
They ha' sent the Spanish-Lady,
To gratulate with you—

Tay.
I must send 'hem thankes
And some remembrances.

Mer.
That you must, and visit 'hem.
Where's Ambler?

Tay.
Lost, to day, we cannot heare of him.

Mer.
Not Madam?

Tay.
No in good faith. They say he lay not
At home, to night. And here has fall'n a Businesse
Betweene your Cousin, and Master Manly, has
Vnquieted vs all.

Mer.
So I heare, Madame.
Pray you how was it?

Tay.
Troth, it but appeares
Ill o'your Kinsmans part. You may haue heard,
That Manly is a sutor to me, I doubt not:

Mer.
I guess'd it, Madame.

Tay.
And it seemes, he trusted
Your Cousin to let fall some faire reports
Of him vnto mee.

Mer.
Which he did!

Tay.
So farre
From it, as hee came in, and tooke him rayling
Against him.

Mer.
How! And what said Manly to him?

Tay.
Inough, I doe assure you: and with that scorne
Of him, and the iniury, as I doe wonder
How Euerill bore it! But that guilt vndoe's
Many mens valors

Mer.
Here comes Manly.

Man.
Madame,
Manly offers to be gone.
I'll take my leaue—

Tay.
You sha'not goe, i'faith.
I'll ha' you stay, and see this Spanish miracle,
Of our English Ladie.

Man.
Let me pray your Ladiship,
Lay your commands on me, some other time.

Tay.
Now, I protest: and I will haue all piec'd,
And friends againe.

Man.
It will be but ill solder'd

Tay.
You are too much affected with it.

Man.
I cannot
Madame, but thinke on't for th'iniustice.

Tay.
Sir,
His kinsman here is sorry.

Mer.
Not I, Madam,
I am no kin to him, wee but call Cousins,
Mere-craft denies him.
And if wee were, Sir, I haue no relation
Vnto his crimes.

Man.
You are not vrged with 'hem.
I can accuse, Sir, none but mine owne iudgement,
For though it were his crime, so to betray mee:
I am sure, 'twas more mine owne, at all to trust him.
But he, therein, did vse but his old manners,
And sauour strongly what hee was before.

Tay.
Come, he will change!

Man.
Faith, I must neuer think it.
Nor were it reason in mee to expect
That for my sake, hee should put off a nature
Hee suck'd in with his milke. It may be Madam,
Deceiuing trust, is all he has to trust to:
If so, I shall be loath, that any hope
Of mine, should bate him of his meanes.

Tay.
Yo'are sharp, Sir.
This act may make him honest!

Man.
If he were
To be made honest, by an act of Parliament,
I should not alter, i'my faith of him.

Tay.
Eyther-side!
She spies the Lady Eyther-side.
Welcome, deare Either-side! how hast thou done, good wench?
Thou hast beene a stranger! I ha' not seene thee, this weeke.