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Scæna Quarta

Enter Brainsick, & Clutch,
Brain:
I come not heere a Creditor my ffriendes,
But as a Debtor, to deliver vpp,
Parte of this mans estate, wc h hee intrusted,
To mee vppon my Bond, Cansell you that,
And Ile restore the wares,

1. Com:
You speake Sr, like,
An honest gent',

2. Com:
What goods are they Sr?

Brain:
Babyes, Rattles, Brouches, Wooldoggs,

Sol:
Theis are strange Com̄odities,

2. Com:
Howe may wee see a Sample Sr?

Brain:
Baw, waw, waw, waw, waw &c'.
Hee produceth sodainly A wooldogg wt h. a brooch in ye. forehead, a rattle at the Tayle, And a— Baby leadinge
I must tell yee theis nowe, as they doe ye Toombes,
Or you'le loose the Iest—This is the Brooch,
This is the Dogge,
poynte too Vndermyne
Heere is the Rattle,
poynte too his owne head
And heere was the Baby,
poynte too himselfe
There are a hundred pounds worth of theis, in pawne,
ffor ffortie shillins worth of drinke, I would haue you
Redeeme them, or mee, and acquite the debt;

Vnder:
Sr, it may not be, Ile haue my money, ere you quite ye. Prison,

Brain:
Nay then Ile produce a generall Release,

Vnder:
If yee Can, soe,—

Brainsicks steps to ye. doare, & then enter Miniona, Mayde, ffew: Hodge &c.
Brain:
Receiue yor. Sonne, & power your Blessings, on him,

Minio:
Kneele not deare husband,

(geringly)
Vnder:
Oh yee iust gods, yee force mee as yor. selues,
To be iust alsoe, Hence with your Lotterye,
Ther's noe man shall drawe lesse, then his full due,
I'me rich, & haue a fortune, past your thoughts,
Som̄on your Clyants, lett them swarme about mee,
Ile fill their emptie baggs, Nor shall their Thyghes,
Loaden with wax, bee any burthen to them;

Sol:
Heer's a strange alteracōn?

Brain:
I knewe I had a braue match on't, But hee'le
Spoyle all, Harke yee, the ould man is defunct,

Vnder:
Is your ffather dead?

Brain:
Laid with both Leggs Sr, in one lynnen bootehose
That has noe fellowe, stone dead,

Vnder:
Ha? this man
May become newe, his fortunes well deserve,
My daughters likeings plact, & what needs more,

1. Com:
I hope Sr, a good Conscience, mou'd you thus,
Thus freely, to vnfould the naked truth,

Vnder:
Noe truely, noe good Conscience, but alas
Sr, I was wrapt beyond my selfe, and said
I knewe not what, a sodaine Ioy, surpriz'd
My sleepie sences, & straight thrust them forth,
Into distraccōn, See my onely Child,
Whoe even nowe I proffer'd as yor. Slaue,
Has matcht this worthy gentl, possest
Of full ffive Thowsand pounds a yeare, att least,
In antient Mannors, I did fondly thinke,
Att the first touch, this fortune, as 'twas hirs,
Att my dispose, but why should I expecte,
My worthy Sonne in Lawe, should randsome mee,
Or pay my debts,

1. Com:
Perhapps his greate affection, wc h appeares
In marryinge her in your decaye, will soe
Disperse it selfe, that frankely hee may quitt,
Such debts, as your owne fortune will not reach,

Brain:
Sr, myne estate I prostrate to that vse,

Sol:
There vents a Noble disposition,

Vnder.
You must not bee soe lavishe,

Brain:
Soe lavishe quoth you, the devill a groate haue I,
Therefore cheate on, I, and do't rarely nowe,
It do's behooue vs—see there,

he deliuers the Letter Hodge brought
To Samuell Brainsick Esquier
Vnder:
reades

S
r,—your ffather's dead, you may reade heere, the effect of his sadd-merry will,, I doe bequeath vnto my Sonne Samuell (whose accōns
prophesie his ruine) my Bull with the white face, w
c h had hee ever retorned home vnto himselfe, had falne a Calfe, vnto my staid Sonne
George (reservinge daughters porcōns) I giue the large Pasture
wherein the said Bull hath longe ranged, togeather with all my
temporall, & ≼sonall estate, whatsoeu', examine my Cabbonett, and you
shall finde this att large ingrost, Soe briefely I rest.,

ffew:
Sr, send for yor. Bull to Paris garden,
And wee'le haue him bayted to death,

Hodge.
Oh tis marls good sporte thick Bull, wull zoo
(wull zoo) verke vm and zoo and soe vlinge vm vp, wottund
tdhinke vt,

Vnder:
If his owne ffather Could soe Iest him off,
The scurfe of all his ffamylie, shall I
Inrich him with my fortunes, to bee spent
In whoreinge, diceinge, & in Banquettinge,
To make that Bawde, to all Lycentiousnes,
And mee imediate Pimpe?

1. Com:
Hee's full of thoughts,

Vnder:
I am resolu'd,
I speake a sober man, the Gods aboue
Laffe att our follies, till they winke againe,
And soe wee passe a while, then as sevearely
They doe correct, makeinge the selfe same faulte,
The Rodd wherewith, merry, merry heaven,
ffor spurninge thus, against your iust resolues,
Your searchinge eye discern'd my daughters pride,
And meant her fall, & therewith, my iust ruine,

2. Com:
And whether tends all this?

«Br»ain:
Overioy'd att the Letter, hee's falne into his fitt againe,
Heele come to himselfe presently,,

[OMITTED]nder:
Briefely I'me worth twice Thirtie thowsand Pounds,
[OMITTED] Beyond my debts, and breake in villanye,
[OMITTED] To Cheate my Orphant, and enrich this wretch,
[OMITTED] Then thinkeinge it a secrett, too too ponderous,
[OMITTED] ffor the supporte of a weake womans braine,
[OMITTED] Conseald it, where I thought It might bee read,
[OMITTED] ffrom this gay Com̄ett, which you see is shott,


[OMITTED]Goe share, the Porcōn, of thine owne deserts,
«Noe» more my Child?,

Minio
Thy Child? I never thought it,? for I hope
My Mother had more witt, did I belieue,
The Com̄: & Sol: are, busie in the suminge the ∥ticulers
One dropp of thy blood ranne wt hin theis vaines,
Ild launce it out, and dashe in thy nostrills,

Hodge.
Iust zoo, wull vlings bee, my bitch whelpe,
zhake vp, woalde Iowlour, the dad oare,.

ffew:
Oh hee's an arrant Rascall?

Maide.
[[illeg.]] I, and a lecherous rogue too, to my knowledge,

Minio:
Pox on the newes, that makes mee thinke still, hee begott mee,

Vnder:
Out of my sight, yee Monsters of the time,

Brain:
Nay wee'le ene haue a fitt of myrth att parting,
Brain: Sings & his crue Keepes the Burthen.

Minio:
Gramercie thou, art a merry madd scabb howsoeu',

Brain:
Come away my ffamily, Come,, Come,

Vnder
Quitt my howse?

Brain:
Noe wee'le ene in and stay till you haue done,

Sol:
My Marketts att the best, Pox on yor. honestie,
It has lost mee many a good ffee

(exit)