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Scena tertia.
Ouerreach. Greedie. Order. Amble. Furnace. Watchall. Marrall.Greedie.
Not to be seene?
Ouerreach.
Still cloistered vp? Her reason,
I hope assures her, though she make her selfe
Close prisoner euer for her husbands losse,
'Twill not recouer him.
Order.
Sir, it is her will,
Which we that are her seruants ought to serue it,
And not dispute. How ere, you are nobly welcome,
And if you please to stay, that you may thinke so;
There came not six dayes since from Hull, a pipe
For my Ladies honour.
Greedie.
Is it of the right race?
Order.
Yes, Master Greedie.
Amble.
How his mouth runs o're!
Furnace.
Ile make it run, and run. Saue your good worship.
Greedie.
Honest Master Cooke, thy hand, againe. How I loue thee:
Are the good dishes still in being? speake boy.
Furnace.
If you haue a minde to feed, there is a chine
Of beefe well seasoned.
Greedie.
Good!
Furnace.
A pheasant larded.
Greedie.
That I might now giue thanks for't.
Furnace.
Other Kukeshawes.
Besides there came last might from the forrest of Sherwood
The fattest stagge I euer cook'd.
Greedie.
A stagge man?
Furnace.
A stagge Sir part of it prepar'd for dinner,
And bak'd in puffpast.
Greedie.
Puffepast too, Sir Giles!
A ponderous chine of beefe! a pheasant larded!
And red deere too Sir Giles, and bak'd in puffepast!
All businesse set aside; let vs giue thankes here.
Furnace.
How the leane Sceleton's rap'd!
Ouerreach.
You know wee cannot.
Marrall.
Your Worships are to sit on a commission,
And if you faile to come, you lose the cause.
Greedie.
Cause me no causes. I'le proue't, for such a dinner
We may put off a commission: you shall find it
Henrici decimo quarto.
Ouerreach.
Fie Master Greedie.
Will you loose me a thousand pounds for a dinner?
No more for shame. We must forget the belly,
When we thinke of profit.
Greedy.
Well, you shall or'erule me
I could eu'n crie now. Doe you heare master Cooke.
And I, in thankefulnesse, will by your boy
Send you a brace of three-pences.
Furn.
Will you be so prodigall?
Enter Welborne.
Ouer.
Remember me to your Lady. Who haue wee here?
Welb.
You know me:
Ouer.
I did once, but now I will not,
Thou art no blood of mine. Auant thou begger,
If euer thou presume to owne me more;
Ile haue thee cag'd, and whipp'd.
Greed.
Ile grant the warrant,
Thinke of Piecorner, Furnace.
Exeunt Ouerreach. Greedie. Marrall.
Watch.
Will you out Sir?
I wonder how you durst creepe in.
Ord.
This is rudenesse,
And sawcie impudence.
Amb.
Cannot you stay
To be seru'd among your fellowes from the basket,
But you must presse in to the hall?
Furn.
Prethee vanish
Into some outhouse, thought it be the piggestie,
My skullion shall come to thee.
Enter Allworth.
Welb.
This is rare:
Oh here's Tom. Alworth Tom.
Alw.
We must be strangers,
Nor would I haue you seene here for a million.
Exit Alworth
Welb.
Better, and better. He contemnes mee too?
Enter Woman and Chambermaide.
Wom.
Foh what a smell's here! what thing's this?
Chamb.
A creature
Made out of the priuie. Let vs hence for loues sake,
Or I shall sowne.
Wom.
I beginne to faint already.
Exeunt woman, & Chambermaide.
Watch.
Will know your way?
Amb.
Or shall wee teach it you,
By the head, and shoulders?
Welb.
No: I will not stirre.
Doe you marke, I will not. Let me see the wretch
That dares attempt to force me. Why you slaues,
To carrie in a dish, and shift a trencher;
That haue not soules only to hope a blessing
Beyond blacke iackes, or flagons; you that were borne
Only to consume meate, and drinke, and batten
Vpon reuersions: who aduances? who
Shewes me the way?
Ord.
My Lady.
Enter Lady. Woman. Chambermaide.
Chamb.
Here's the Monster.
Wom.
Sweet Madam, keepe your gloue to your nose.
Chamb.
Or let me,
Fetch some perfumes may be predominant,
You wrong your selfe else.
Welb.
Madam, my designes
Beare me to you.
Lad.
To me?
Welb.
And though I haue met with
But ragged entertainment from your groomes here,
I hope from you to receiue that noble vsage,
As may become the true friend of your husband,
And then I shall forget these.
Lady.
I am amaz'd,
To see, and heare this rudenesse. Dar'st thou thinke
Though sworne, that it can euer find beleefe,
That I, who to the best men of this Countrey,
Deni'd my presence since my husbands death,
Can fall so low, as to change words with thee?
Thou Sonne of infamie, forbeare my house,
And know, and keepe the distance that's between vs,
Or, though it be against my gentler temper,
I shall take order you no more shall be
An eye-sore to me.
Welb.
Scorne me not good Lady;
But as in forme you are Angelicall
Imitate the heauenly natures, and vouchsafe
At the least awhile to heare me. You will grant
The blood that runs in this arme, is as noble
As that which fills your veines; those costly iewells,
And womens flatterie, are in you no vertues,
Nor these ragges, with my pouerty, in me vices.
You haue a faire fame, and I know deserue it,
Yet Lady I must say in nothing more,
Than in the pious sorrow you haue show'n
For your late noble husband.
Ord.
How she starts!
Furn.
And hardly can keepe finger from the eye
To heare him nam'd.
Lady.
Haue you ought else to say?
Welb.
That husband Madam, was once in his fortune
Almost as low, as I. Want, debts, and quarrells
Lay heauy on him: let it not be thought
A boast in me, though I say, I releeu'd him.
'Twas I that gaue him fashion; mine the sword
That did on all occasions second his;
I brought him on, and off with honour, Lady:
And when in all mens iudgements he was sunke,
And in his owne hopes not to be bung'd vp,
I step'd vnto him, tooke him by the hand,
And set him vpright.
Furn.
Are not wee base Rogues
That could forget this?
Welb.
I confesse you made him
Master of your estate, nor could your friends
Though he brought no wealth with him, blame you for't.
For he had a shape, and to that shape a minde
Made vp of all parts, either great, or noble,
So winning a behauiour, not to be
Resisted, Madam.
Lad.
'Tis most true, He had.
Welb.
For his sake then, in that I was his friend,
Doe not contemne me.
Lad.
For what's past, excuse me,
I will redeeme it. Order giue the Gentleman
A hundred pounds.
Welb.
No Madam, on no termes:
But be suppli'd elsewhere, or want thus euer.
Only one suite I make, which you deny not
To strangers: and 'tis this.
whispers to her.
Lad.
Fie, nothing else?
Welb.
Nothing; vnlesse you please to charge your seruants,
To throw away a little respect vpon mee.
Lad.
What you demand is yours.
Welb.
I thanke you, Lady.
Now what can be wrought out of such a suite,
Is yet in supposition; I haue said all,
When you please you may retire. Nay, all's forgotten,
And for a luckie Omen to my proiect,
Shake hands, and end all quarrells in the cellar.
Ord.
Agreed, Agreed.
Furn.
Still merry master Welborne.
Exeunt.
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