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Act V.
Scene I.
Needle. Item.Nee.
Troth Mr. Item, here's a house divided,
And quarter'd into parts, by your Doctors ingine.
H'has cast out such aspersions on my Ladies
Neice here, of having had a Child; as hardly
Will be wip'd off, I doubt.
Ite.
Why, is't not true?
Nee.
True! did you thinke it?
Ite.
Was shee not in labour?
The Mid-wife sent for?
Ite.
There's your errour now!
Yo' ha' drunke o' the same water.
Item.
I beleev'd it,
And gave it out too.
Nee.
More you wrong'd the party;
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Iem.
What had she then? only a fit o' the Mother!
They burnt old shoes, Goose-feathers, Assa fœtida,
A few horne shavings, with a bone, or two,
And she is well againe, about the house;—
Ite.
Is't possible?
Nee.
See it, and then report it.
Ite.
Our Doctors Vrinall-Judgement is halfe crack'd then.
Nee.
Crack't i' the case, most hugely, with my Lady,
And sad Sir Moath, her brother; who is now
Vnder a cloud a little.
Ite.
Of what? Disgrace?
Nee.
He is committed to Rud-hudibras,
The Captaine Ironside, upon displeasure,
From Mr. Compasse, but it will blow off.
Ite.
The Doctor shall reverse his, instantly,
And set all right againe: if you'll assist
But in a toy; Squire Needle, comes i' my nodle now.
Nee.
Good, Needle and Nodle! what may't be? I long for't.
Ite.
Why, but to goe to bed: faine a distemper
Of walking i' your sleepe, or talking in't
A little idly, but so much, as on' it,
The Doctor may have ground, to raise a cure
For's reputation.
Nee.
Any thing, to serve
The worship o' the man I love and honour.
Scene II.
Polish. Pleasance. Chaire. Placentia. Keepe.Pol.
O! gi' you joy Madamoiselle Compasse!
You are his Whirle-poole now: all to be married,
Against your Mothers leave, and without counsell!
H'has fish'd faire, and caught a Frog, I feare it.
What fortune ha' you to bring him in dower?
You can tell stories now: you know a world
Of secrets to discover.
Ple.
I know nothing
But what is told me; nor can I discover
Any thing.
Pol.
No, you shall not, Ile take order.
Goe, get you in there: It is Ember-weeke!
Ile keepe you fasting from his flesh a while.
Cha.
See, who's here? she 'has beene with my Lady; who kist her, all to kist her, twice or thrice.
Nee.
And call'd her Neice againe, and view'd her Linnen.
Pol.
You ha' done a Miracle, Mother Chaire.
Cha.
Not I,
My Cawdle has done it. Thanke my Cawdle heartily.
Pol.
It shall be thank'd, and you too, wisest Mother;
You shall have a new, brave, foure-pound Beaver hat,
Set with enamell'd studs, as mine is here:
And a right paire of Cristall Spectacles,
Cristall o'th' Rock, thou mighty Mother of Dames,
Hung in an Ivory Case, at a gold Belt,
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Before your fiftie Daughters in procession
To Church, or from the Church.
Cha.
Thankes Mrs. Polish.
Kee.
She does deserve as many pensions,
As there be peeces in a—Maiden-head;
Were I a Prince to give 'hem.
Pol.
Come sweet Charge,
You shall present your selfe about the house, be confident, and beare up;
you shall be seene.
Scene III.
Compasse. Ironside. Practise.Com.
What? I can make you amends, my learned Counsell,
And satisfie a greater Injury
To chafed Mr. Practise. Who would thinke
That you could be thus testie?
Iro.
A grave head!
Gi'n over to the study of our Lawes.
Com.
And the prime honours of the Common-wealth.
Iro.
And you to mind a wife.
Com.
What should you doe
With such a toy as a wife, that might distract you,
Or hinder you i' your Course?
Iro.
He shall not thinke on't.
Com.
I will make over to you my Possession,
Of that same place is falne (you know) to satisfie
Surveyor of the Projects generall.
Iro.
And that's an office, you know how to stirre in.
Com.
And make your profits of.
Iro.
Which are (indeed)
The ends of a gown'd man: Shew your activity,
And how you are built for busines.
Pra.
I accept it
As a P ssession, be't but a Reversion.
Com.
You first told me 'twas a Possession.
Pra.
I,
I told you that I heard so.
Iro.
All is one,
Hee'll make Reversion a Possession quickly.
Com.
But I must have a generall Release from you.
Pra.
Doe one, Ile doe the other.
Com.
It's a match
Before my brother Ironside.
Pra.
'Tis done.
Com.
Wee two are reconcil'd then.
Iro.
To a Lawyer,
That can make use of a place, any halfe title,
Is better then a wife.
Com.
And will save charges
Of Coaches, Vellute Gownes, and cut-worke Smocks.
Iro.
Hee is to occupie an office wholly.
Com.
True, I must talke with you neerer, Mr. Practise,
About recovery o' my wives portion,
What way I were best to take.
Pra.
The plainest way.
Com.
What's that, for plainenesse?
Pra.
Sue him at Common-Law:
Arrest him on an Action of Choke-baile,
Five hundred thousand pound; it will affright him,
And all his sureties. You can prove your marriage?
Com.
Yes.
Wee'll talke of it within, and heare my Lady.
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Scene IV.
Interest. Lady. Rut. Item.Int.
I'am sure, the Rogue o' the house went all that way;
She was with Child, and Mr. Compasse got it.
Lad.
Why, that you see, is manifestly false,
H'has married the other; our true Neice he sayes:
He would not wooe 'hem both: hee is not such
A Stallion, to leape all. Againe, no Child
Appeares, that I can find with all my search,
And strictest way of Inquiry, I have made
Through all my family. A fit o' the Mother,
The women say she had, which the Mid-wife cur'd,
With burning bones and feathers: Here's the Doctor.
Enter Doctor.
Int.
O noble Doctor, did not you, and your Item,
Tell me our Neice was in labour?
Rut.
If I did,
What followes?
Int.
And that Mother Mid-night
Was sent for?
Rut.
So she was; and is i'the house still.
Int.
But here has a noise beene since, she was deliver'd
Of a brave boy, and Mr. Compasse's getting.
Rut.
I know no rattle of Gossips, nor their noyses.
I hope you take not me for a Pimpe errant,
To deale in smock Affaires? Where's the Patient?
The infirme man, I was sent for, Squire Needle?
Lad.
Is Needle sick?
Rut.
My 'Pothecary tels me
Enter Tim.
Hee is in danger; how is't Tim? where is he?
Ite.
I cannot hold him downe. Hee's up, and walkes,
And talkes in his perfect sleepe, with his eyes shut,
As sensibly, as he were broad awake.
Rut.
See, here he comes. Hee's fast asleepe, observe him.
Rut.
Hee'll tell us wonders: What doe these women here?
Scene V.
Rut. Needle. Interest. Item. Lady. Polish. Chaire. Keepe. Placentia.[Rut.]
Hunting a man halfe naked? you are fine beagles!
You'd have his dousets.
Nee.
I ha' linnen breeks on.
Rut.
He heares, but hee sees nothing.
Nee.
Yes, I see
Who hides the treasure yonder.
Int.
Ha? what treasure?
Rut.
If you aske questions, he 'wakes presently:
And then you'l heare no more, till his next fit.
Nee.
And whom she hides it for.
Rut.
Doe you marke Sir? Int.
Nee.
A fine she spirit it is, an Indian Mag-pie.
She was an Aldermans Widow, and fell in love
With our Sir Moath, my Ladies brother.
Rut.
(Heare you?)
Nee.
And she has hid an Aldermans estate;
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And scrapes earth over 'hem; where none can spy
But I, who see all by the Glowormes light,
That creeps before.
Pol.
I knew the Gentlewoman;
Alderman Parrots Widow, a fine Speaker,
As any was i' the Clothing, or the Bevy;
She did become her scarlet, and black Velvet,
Her greene, and purple—
Rut.
Save thy colours, Rainebow,
Or she will run thee over, and all thy lights.
Pol.
She dwelt in Doo-little Lane, a top o' the hill there;
I' the round Cage, was after Sir Chime Squirrell's.
Shee would eate nought but Almonds, I assure you.
Rut.
Would thou had'st a dose of pilles, a double dose,
O' the best purge, to make thee turne tale, tother way.
Pol.
You are a foule mouth'd, purging, absurd Doctor;
I tell you true, and I did long to tell it you.
You ha' spread a scandall i' my Ladies house here,
On her sweet Neice, you never can take off
With all your purges, or your plaister of Oathes;
Though you distill your Dam-me, drop by drop,
I' your defence. That she hath had a Child,
Here she doth spit upon thee, and defie thee;
Or I do't for her.
Rut.
Madam, pray you bind her
To her behaviour. Tye your Gossip up,
Or send her unto Bet'lem.
Pol.
Goe thou thither,
That better hast deserv'd it, shame of Doctors:
Where could she be deliver'd? by what charme?
Restor'd to her strength so soone? who is the Father?
Or where the Infant? Aske your Oracle,
That walkes, and talkes in his sleepe.
Rut.
Where is he? gone?
You ha' lost a fortune listning to her, to her Tabour.
Good Madam lock her up.
Lad.
You must give loosers
Their leave to speake, good Doctor.
Rut.
Follow his footing
Before he get to his bed: This rest is lost else.
Scene VI.
Compasse. Practise. Ironside. Polish. Lady.Com.
Where is my wife? what ha' you done with my wife,
Gossip o' the Counsels?
Pol.
I, sweet Mr. Compasse?
I honour you, and your wife.
Com.
Well, doe so still.
I will not call you Mother tho', but Polish.
Good Gossip Polish, where ha' you hid my wife?
Pol.
I hide your wife?
Com.
Or she's run away.
Lad.
That would make all suspected, Sir, a fresh.
Come we will find her, if she be i' the house.
Pol.
Why should I hide your wife, good Mr. Compasse?
Com.
I know no cause, but that you are goo'dy Polish,
That's good at malice; good at mischiefe; all
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Pol.
You may say, what you will: yo' are Mr. Compasse,
And carry a large sweep, Sir, i' your Circle.
Lad.
Ile sweep all corners, Gossip, to spring this.
If't be above ground, I will have her cry'd,
By the Common-cryer, through all the Ward,
But I will find her.
Iro.
It will be an Act
Worthy your justice, Madam.
Pra.
And become
The integrity, and worship of her name.
Scene VII.
Rut. Interest. Item. Needle.Rut.
'Tis such a Fly, this Gossip, with her buz,
Shee blowes on every thing, in every place!
Int.
A busie woman, is a fearefull grievance!
Will hee not sleepe againe?
Rut.
Yes instantly,
As soone as he is warme. It is the nature
Of the disease, and all these cold dry fumes,
That are melancholicke, to worke at first,
Slow, and insensibly in their ascent,
Till being got up, and then distilling downe
Vpo' the braine; they have a pricking quality
That breeds this restlesse rest, which we, the sonnes
Of Physick, call a walking in the sleepe,
And telling mysteries, that must be heard.
Softly, with art, as we were sowing pillowes
Vnder the Patients elbowes, else they'd fly
Into a phrensie, run into the Woods,
Where there are Noises, huntings, shoutings, hallowings,
Amidst the brakes, and furzes, over bridges
Fall into waters: Scratch their flesh: Sometimes
Drop downe a præcipice, and there be lost.
How now! what does her?
Ite.
He is up againe,
Enter Item.
And 'gins to talke.
Int.
O' the former matter, Item?
Ite.
The treasure, and the Lady: That's his argument.
Int.
O mee, happy man! he cannot off it.
I shall know all then.
Rut.
With what appetite
Our owne desires delude us! Heare you Tim?
Let no man interrupt us.
Ite.
Sir Diaphanous,
And Mr. Bias, his Court-friend's, desire
To kisse his Neices hands, and gratulate
The firme recovery of her good fame,
And honour—
Int.
Good, say to 'hem, Mr. Item,
My Neice is on my Ladies side: they'll find her there.
I pray to be but spar'd, for halfe an houre:
Ile see 'hem presently.
Rut.
Doe, put 'hem off, Tim.
And tell 'hem the importance of the busines.
Here, he is come! sooth; and have all out of him.
Nee.
How doe you Lady-bird? so hard at worke, still?
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And tell our Knight? I will. How? walke knave, walke?
I thinke y' are angry with me
Pol.
Fine Pol!
Pol's a fine bird! O fine Lady Pol!
Almond for Parrat; Parrat's a brave bird:
Three hundred thousand peeces ha' you stuck,
Edge-long into the ground, within the Garden?
O' bounteous Bird!
Int.
And me, most happy creature.
Rut.
Smother your joy.
Nee.
How? and drop'd twice so many—
Int.
Ha! where?
Rut.
Containe your selfe.
Nee.
I' the old Well?
Int.
I cannot, I am a man of flesh, and blood:
Who can containe himselfe, to heare the Ghost
Of a dead Lady, doe such workes as these?
And a Citie Lady too, o' the streight waste?
Rut.
Hee's gone.
Nee.
I will goe try the truth of it.
Rut.
Follow him, Tim: See what he does; if he bring you
A 'ssay of it now.
Int.
Ile say hee's a rare fellow:
And has a rare disease.
Rut.
And I will worke
As rare a cure upon him.
Int.
How, good Doctor?
Rut.
When he hath utter'd all, that you would know of him;
Ile clense him with a pill (as small as a pease)
And stop his mouth: for there his issue lies,
Betweene the Muscles o' the tongue.
Int.
Hee's come.
Rut.
What did he, Item?
Ite.
The first step he stept
Into the Garden, he pull'd these five peices
Vp, in a fingers bredth one of another.
The durt sticks on 'hem still.
Int.
I know enough.
Doctor, proceed with your Cure, Ile make thee famous,
Famous among the sonnes of the Physicians,
Machaon, Podalirius, Esculapius.
Thou shalt have a golden beard, as well as he had;
And thy Tim Item here, have one of silver:
A livery beard. And all thy 'Pothecaries
Belong to thee. Where's Squire Needle? gone?
Ite.
Hee's prick'd away, now he has done the worke.
Rut.
Prepare his pill, and gi' it him afore Supper.
Int.
Ile send for a dozen o' labourers to morrow,
To turne the surface o' the Garden up.
Rut.
In mould? bruise every clod?
Int.
And have all fifted;
For Ile not loose a peice o' the Birds bounty,
And take an Inventory of all.
Rut.
And then,
I would goe downe into the Well—
Int.
My selfe;
No trusting other hands: Sixe hundred thousand,
To the first three; nine hundred thousand pound—
Rut.
'Twill purchase the whole Bench of Aldermanity,
Stript to their shirts.
Int.
There never did accrew,
So great a gift to man, and from a Lady,
I never saw but once; now I remember,
Wee met at Merchants-Taylors-hall, at dinner,
In Thred-needle street,
Rut.
Which was a signe Squire Needle
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Int.
'Tis true;
I shall love Parrots better, while I know him.
Rut.
Il'd have her statue cut, now in white marble.
Int.
And have it painted in most orient colours.
Rut.
That's right! all Citie statues must be painted:
Else, they be worth nought i' their subtile Judgements.
Scene VIII.
Interest. Bias. Rut. Palate.Int.
My truest friend in Court, deare Mr. Bias;
You heare o'the recovery of our Neice
In fame, and credit?
Bia.
Yes, I have beene with her,
And gratulated to her; but I am sory
To find the Author o' the fowle aspersion
Here i' your company, this insolent Doctor.
Int.
You doe mistake him: He is cleare got off on't.
A Gossips Jealousie first gave the hint.
He drives another way, now, as I would have him.
Hee's a rare man, the Doctor, in his way.
H' has done the noblest cure here, i' the house,
On a poore Squire, my sisters Taylor, Needle
That talk'd in's sleepe; would walke to Saint Iohn's wood,
And Waltham Forrest, scape by all the ponds,
And pits i' the way; run over two-inch bridges;
With his eyes fast, and i' the dead of night!
Ile ha' you better acquainted with him. Doctor,
Here is my deare, deare, dearest friend in Court,
Wise, powerfull Mr. Bias; pray you salute
Each other, not as strangers, but true friends.
Rut.
This is the Gentleman you brought to day,
A Suitor to your Neice?
Int.
Yes.
Rut.
You were
Agreed, I heard; the writings drawne betweene you?
Int.
And seald.
Rut.
What broke you off?
Int.
This rumour of her?
Was it not Mr. Bias?
Bia.
Which I find
Now false, and therefore come to make amends
I' the first place. I stand to the old conditions.
Rut.
Faith give 'hem him, Sir Moath, what ere they were.
You have a brave occasion now, to crosse
The flanting Mr. Compasse, who pretends
Right to the portion, by th'other Intaile.
Int.
And claimes it. You doe heare he's married?
Bia.
We heare his wife is run away from him,
Within: She is not to be found i' the house,
With all the Hue, and Cry is made for her,
Through every roome; the Larders ha' beene search'd,
The Bak-houses, and Boulting-tub, the Ovens,
Wash-house, and Brew-house, nay the very Fornace,
And yet she is not heard of.
Int.
Be she nere heard of,
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You are content with the ten thousand pound,
Defalking the foure hundred garnish money?
That's the condition here, afore the Doctor,
And your demand, friend Bias.
Bia.
It is Sir Moath.
Enter Palate.
Rut.
Here comes the Parson then, shall make all sure.
Int.
Goe you with my friend Bias, Parson Palate,
Vnto my Neice; assure them wee are agreed.
Pal.
And Mrs. Compasse too, is found within.
Int.
Where was she hid?
Pal.
In an old Botle-house,
Where they scrap'd trenchers; there her mother had thrust her.
Rut.
You shall have time, Sir, to triumph on him,
When this fine feate is done, and his Rud-Ironside.
Scene IX.
Compasse. Pleasance. Lady. Ironside. Practise. Polish. Chaire. Keepe. &c.Com.
Was ever any Gentlewoman us'd
So barbarously by a malitious Gossip,
Pretending to be Mother to her too?
Pol.
Pretending! Sir, I am her Mother, and challenge
A right, and power for what I have done.
Com.
Out, Hag.
Thou that hast put all nature off, and woman:
For sordid gaine, betray'd the trust committed
Vnto thee by the dead, as from the living:
Chang'd the poore innocent Infants in their Cradles:
Defrauded them o' their parents, chang'd their names,
Calling Placentia, Pleasance; Pleasance, Placentia.
Pol.
How knowes he this?
Com.
Abus'd the neighbour-hood;
But most this Lady. Did'st enforce an oath,
To this poore woman, on a pious booke,
To keepe close thy impiety.
Pol.
Ha' you told this?
Kee.
I told it? no, he knowes it, and much more,
As he's a cunning man.
Pol.
A cunning foole,
If that be all.
Com.
But now to your true daughter,
That had the Child, and is the proper Pleasance,
Wee must have an account of that too, Gossip;
Pol.
This's like all the rest of Mr. Compasse.
Scene X.
Enter to them running, Rut.Rut.
Helpe, helpe for Charity; Sir Moath Interest
Is falne into the Well.
Lad.
Where? where?
Rut.
I' the Garden.
A rope to save his life.
Com.
How came he there?
Rut.
He thought to take possession of a fortune,
There newly drop't him, and the old Chaine broke,
And downe fell hee i' the Bucket.
Com.
Is it deepe?
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We cannot tell. A rope: helpe with a rope.
Sil.
He is got out againe. The Knight is sav'd.
Enter Silke-worme. Ironside Item. Needle, and Interest. Rut.
Iro.
A little sows'd i' the water: Needle sav'd him.
Ite.
The water sav'd him, 'twas a faire escape.
Nee.
Ha' you no hurt?
Int.
A little wet.
Nee.
That's nothing.
Rut.
I wish'd you stay Sir till to morrow: And told you,
It was no lucky houre: since sixe a Clock
All starres were retrograde.
Lad.
I' the name
Lady.
Of fate, or folly how came you i' the Bucket?
Int.
That is a Quœre of another time, sister,
The Doctor will resolve you—who hath done
The admirable'st cure upon your Needle!
Gi' me thy hand good Needle: thou cam'st timely.
Take off my hood and coat. And let me shake
My selfe a little. I have a world of busines.
Bias.
Where is my Nephew Bias? and his wife?
Placentia.
Who bids God gi'hem joy? Here they both stand
Palate.
As sure affianced, as the Parson, or words
Can tie 'hem.
Rut.
Wee all wish 'hem joy, and happinesse.
Silk.
I saw the Contract, and can witnesse it.
Int.
He shall receive ten thousand pounds to morrow.
You look'd for't, Compasse, or a greater summe,
But 'tis dispos'd of, this, another way.
I have but one Neice, verely Compasse.
Com.
Ile find another. Varlet, doe your office.
Var.
I doe arrest your body, Sir Moath Interest,
Varlet.
In the Kings name: At suite of Mr. Compasse,
And Dame Placentia his wife. The Action's entred,
Five hundred thousand pound.
Int.
Heare you this, sister?
And hath your house the eares, to heare it too?
And to resound the affront?
Lad.
I cannot stop
The Lawes, or hinder Justice. I can be
Your Baile, if't may be taken.
Com.
With the Captaines,
I aske no better.
Rut.
Here are better men,
Will give their Baile.
Com.
But yours will not be taken,
Worshipfull Doctor; you are good security
For a suit of clothes, to th'Taylor, that dares trust you:
But not for such a summe, as is this Action.
Varlet, You know my mind.
Var.
You must to prison, Sir,
Vnlesse you can find Baile the Creditor likes.
Int.
I would faine find it, if you'd shew me where.
Silk.
It is a terrible Action; more indeed,
Then many a man is worth. And is call'd Fright-Baile.
Iro.
Faith I will baile him, at mine owne apperill.
Varlet, be gone: Ile once ha' the reputation,
To be security for such a summe.
Beare up Sir Moath.
Rut.
He is not worth the Buckles
About his Belt, and yet this Ironside clashes.
Int.
Peace, lest he heare you Doctor; wee'll make use of him.
What doth your brother Compasse, Captaine Ironside,
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Iro.
Your Neices portion; in the right of his wife.
Int.
I have assur'd one portion, to one Neice,
And have no more t'account for, that I know of:
What I may doe in charity—if my sister,
Will bid an Offring for her maid, and him,
As a Benevolence to 'hem, after Supper,
Ile spit into the Bason, and intreat
My friends to doe the like.
Com.
Spit out thy gall,
And heart, thou Viper: I will now no mercy,
No pitty of thee, thy false Neice, and Needle;
Bring forth your Child, or I appeale you of murder,
You, and this Gossip here, and Mother Chaire.
Pleasance steps out.
Cha.
The Gentleman's falne mad!
Ple.
No, Mrs. Midwife.
I saw the Child, and you did give it me,
And put it i' my armes, by this ill token,
You wish'd me such another; and it cry'd.
Pra.
The Law is plaine; if it were heard to cry,
And you produce it not, hee may indict
All that conceale't, of Felony, and Murder.
Com.
And I will take the boldnesse, Sir, to doe it:
Beginning with Sir Moath here, and his Doctor.
Silk.
Good faith this same is like to turne a busines.
Pal.
And a shrewd busines, marry: they all start at't.
Com.
I ha' the right thred now, and I will keepe it.
You good'y Keepe, confesse the truth to my Lady,
The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth.
Pol.
I scorne to be prevented of my glories.
I plotted the deceit, and I will owne it.
Love to my Child, and lucre of the portion
Provok'd me; wherein though th'event hath fail'd
In part, I will make use of the best side.
This is my Daughter, and she hath had a Child
This day, unto her shame, I now professe it.)
By this meere false-stick Squire Needle, but
Since this wise Knight, hath thought it good to change
The foolish Father of it, by assuring
Her to his deare friend, Mr. Bias; and him
Againe to her, by clapping of him on
With his free promise of ten thousand pound,
Afore so many witnesses.
Silk.
Whereof I
Am one.
Pal.
And I another.
Pol.
I should be unnaturall
To my owne flesh, and blood, would I not thanke him.
I thanke you Sir: and I have reason for it.
For here your true Neice stands, fine Mrs. Compasse.
(Ile tell you truth, you have deserv'd it from me.)
To whom you are by bond engag'd to pay
The sixteene thousand pound, which is her portion,
Due to her husband, on her marriage-day.
I speake the truth, and nothing but the truth.
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You'll pay it now, Sir Moath, with interest?
You see the truth breaks out on every side of you.
Int.
Into what nets of cous'nage am I cast
On ev'ry side? each thred is growne a noofe:
A very mesh: I have run my selfe into
A double breake, of paying twice the money.
Bia.
You shall be releas'd of paying me a penny,
With these conditions.
Pal.
Will you leave her then?
Bia.
Yes, and the summe, twice told, ere take a wife,
To pick out Mounsieur Needles basting threds.
Com.
Gossip you are paid: though he be a fit nature,
Worthy to have a Whore justly put on him;
He is not bad enough to take your Daughter,
On such a cheat. Will you yet pay the portion?
Int.
What will you 'bate?
Com.
No penny the Law gives.
Int.
Yes, Bias's money.
Com.
What? your friend in Court?
I will not rob you of him, nor the purchase,
Nor your deare Doctor here, stand altogether.
Birds of a nature all, and of a feather.
Lad.
Well, wee are all now reconcil'd to truth.
There rests yet a Gratuitie from me,
To be conferr'd upon this Gentleman;
Who (as my Nephew Compasse sayes) was cause,
First of th'offence, but since of all th'amends,
The Quarrell caus'd th'affright; that fright brought on
The travell, which made peace, the peace drew on
This new discovery, which endeth all
In reconcilement.
Com.
When the portion
Is tender'd, and receiv'd.
Int.
Well, you must have it,
As good at first as last. 'Tis well said brother.
And I, if this good Captaine will accept me,
Give him my selfe, endow him with my estate,
And make him Lord of me, and all my fortunes:
He that hath sav'd my houre, though by chance,
Ile really study his, and how to thanke him.
Iro.
And I imbrace you, Lady, and your goodnesse,
And vow to quit all thought of warre hereafter;
Save what is fought under your colours, Madam.
Pal.
More worke then for the Parson; I shall cap
The Loadstone with an Ironside, I see.
Iro.
And take in these, the forlorne Couple, with us,
Needle, and's Thred, whose portion I will thinke on;
As being a busines, waiting on my bounty:
Thus I doe take possession of you, Madam,
My true Magnetick Mistris, and my Lady.
The end.
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