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Scene. VI.

Picklock.
Peni-boy. Iv. P. Canter.
How do's the Heyre, bright Master Peniboy?
Is hee awake yet in his One and Twenty?
Why, this is better farre, then to weare Cypresse,
Dull smutting gloues, or melancholy blacks,
And haue a payre of twelue-peny broad ribbands
Laid out like Labells.

P. Iv.
I should ha' made shift
To haue laught as heartily in my mourners hood,
As in this Suite, if it had pleas'd my father
To haue beene buried, with the Trumpeters:

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The Heralds of Armes, you meane.

P. Iv.
I meane,
All noyse, that is superfluous!

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All that idle pompe,
And vanity of a Tombe-stone, your wise father
Did, by his will, preuent. Your worship had—

P. Iv.
A louing and obedient father of him,
I know it: a right, kinde-natur'd man,
To dye soopportunely.

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And to settle
All things so well, compounded for your ward ship
The weeke afore, and left your state entyre
Without any charge vpon't.

P. Iv.
I must needes say,
I lost an Officer of him, a good Bayliffe,
And I shall want him; but all peace be with him,
I will not wish him aliue, againe; not I,
For all my Fortune; giue your worship ioy
O' your new place, your Emissary-ship,
I'the Newes Office.

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Know you, why I bought it Sr?

P. Iv.
Not I.

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To worke for you, and carry a myne
Against the Master of it, Master Cymball;
Who hath a plot vpon a Gentlewoman,
Was once design'd for you, Sir.

P. Iv.
Me?

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Your father,
Old Master Peni-boy, of happy memory,
And wisdome too, as any i'the County,
Carefull to finde out a fit match for you,
In his owne life time (but hee was preuented)
Left it in writing in a Schedule here,
To be annexed to his Will; that you,
His onely Sonne, vpon his charge, and blessing,
Should take due notice of a Gentlewoman,
Soiourning with your vncle, Richer Peni-boy.

P. Iv.
A Cornish Gentlewoman, I doe know her,
Mistresse, Pecunia doe-all.

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A great Lady,
Indeede shee is, and not of mortall race,
Infanta of the Mines; her Graces Grandfather,
Was Duke, and Cousin to the King of Ophyr,
The Subterranean, let that passe. Her name is
Or rather, her three names are (for such shee is)
Aurelia Clara Pecunia, A great Princesse
Of mighty power, though shee liue in priuate
With a contracted family! Her Secretary—

P. Ca.
Who is her Gentleman-vsher too.

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One Broker,
And then two Gentlewomen; Mistresse Statute,
And Mistresse Band, with Waxe the Chambermaide,
And Mother Mortgage, the old Nurse, two Groomes,
Pawne, and his fellow; you haue not many to bribe, Sir.
The worke is feizible, and th'approches easie,
By your owne kindred. Now, Sir, Cymball thinkes,
The Master here, and gouernor o' the Staple,
By his fine arts, and pompe of his great place
To draw her! He concludes, shee is a woman!
And that so soone as sh' heares of the New Office,
Shee'll come to visit it, as they all haue longings
After new sights, and motions! But your bounty,
Person, and brauery must atchieue her.

P. Ca.
Shee is
The talke o' the time! th'aduenture o' the age!

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You cannot put your selfe vpon an action
Of more importance.

P. Ca.
All the world are suiters to her.

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All sorts of men, and all professions!

P. Ca.
You shall haue stall-fed Doctors, cram'd Diuines
Make loue to her, and with those studied
And perfum'd flatteries, as no rome can stinke
More elegant, then where they are.

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Well changed
Old Canter thou singst true.

P. Ca.
And (by your leaue)
Good Masters worship, some of your veluet coate
Make corpulent curt'sies to her, till they cracke for't.

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There's Doctor Almanack wooes her, one of the Ieerers,
A fine Physitian.

P. Ca.
Your Sea-captaine, Shun-field,
Giues out hee'll goe vpon the Cannon for her.

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Though his lowd mouthing get him little credit,

P. Ca.
Young Master Pyed-mantle, the fine Herrald
Professes to deriuer her through all ages,
From all the Kings, and Queenes, that euer were.

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And Master Madrigall, the crowned Poet
Of these our times, doth offer at her praises
As faire as any, when it shall please Apollo,
That wit and rime may meete both in one subiect.

P. Ca.
And you to beare her from all these, it will be—

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A work of fame.

P. Ca.
Of honor.

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Celebration.

P. Ca.
Worthy your name.

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The Peni-boyes to liue in't,

P. Ca.
It is an action you were built for, Sir,

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And none but you can doe it.

P. Iv.
I'll vndertake it,

P. Ca.
And carry it.

P. Iv.
Feare me not, for since I came
Of mature age, I haue had a certaine itch
In my right eye, this corner, here, doe you see?
To doe some worke, and worthy of a Chronicle.