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Scena secunda.

Enter Goldwire, Tradewell. Shavem, Secret, Gettal, and Dingem.
Goldwire.
All that is mine is theirs. Those were his words

Dingem.
I am authenticall.

Tradewell.
And that I should not
Sit long on pennilesse bench.

Gettall.
But suddainly start up
A gamster at the height, and cry at all.

Shavem.
And did he seem to have an inclination
To toy with me?

Dingem.
He wish'd you would put on
Your best habiliments, for he resolv'd
To make a joviall day on't.

Goldwire.
Hug him close wench,
And thou may'st eat gold, and amber. I wel know him
For a most insatiate drabber. He hath given,
Before he spent his own estate, which was
Nothing to the huge masse hee's now possess'd of,
A hundred pound a leap.

Shavem.
Hell take my Doctor,
He should have brought me some fresh oyl of Talk,
These Ceruses are common.

Secret.
Troth sweet Lady,
The colours are well laid on.

Goldwire.
And thick enough,
I find that on my lips.

Shavem.
Do you so, Jack sauce.
I'le keep'em further of.

Goldwire.
But be assur'd first
Of a new mainteiner e're you cashire the old one.
But bind him fast by thy sorceries, and thou shalt
Be my revenue; the whole colledge study,
The reparation of thy ruin'd face;
Thou shalt have thy proper and bald-headed Coach-man;
Thy Tailor, and Embroiderer shall kneel
To thee their Idoll. Cheap-side and the Exchange
shall court thy custome, and thou shalt forget
There ever was a Saint Martins. Thy procurer
Shall be sheath'd in Velvet, and a reverend Vail
Passe her for a grave Matron. Have an eie to the door,
And let lowd musick when this Monarch enters
Proclaim his entertainment.

Dinge'm.
That's my office.
Cornets flor.
The Consort's ready.

Enter Luke.
Tradewell.
And the god of pleasure
Mr. Luke our Comus enters.

Goldwire.
Set your face in order,
I will prepare him. Live I to see this day,
And to acknowledge you my royal master?

Tradewell.
Let the iron Chests flie open, and the gold
Rusty for want of use appear again.

Gettall.
Make my ordinary flourish.

Shave'm.
Welcom, Sir,
To your own Palace.

Musick.
Goldwire.
Kisse your Cleopatra,
And shew your self in your magnificent bounties
A second Anthony.

Dinge'm.
All the Nine Worthies.

Secret.
Variety of pleasures wait on you.
And a strong back.

Luke.
Give me leave to breath, I pray you.
I am astonish'd! all this preparation
For me? and this choice modest beauty wrought
To feed my appetite.

All.
We are all your creatures.

Luke.
A house well furnish'd.

Goldwire.
At your own cost, Sir,
Glad I the Instrument. I prophecied
You should possesse what now you do, and therefore
Prepar'd it for your pleasure. There's no ragg
This Venus wears, but on my knowledge was
Deriv'd from your brothers Cash. The Lease of the house
And Furniture, cost near a thousand, Sir.

Shave'm.
But now you are master both of it and me.
I hope you'l build elswhere.

Luke.
And see you plac'd
Fair one to your desert. As I live, friend Tradewell,
I hardly knew you, your cloaths so wel become you.
What is your losse; speak truth?

Tradewell.
300, Sir.

Gettall.
But on a new supply he shall recover
The summe told twenty times o're.

Shav'm.
There is a banket,
And after that a soft Couch that attends you.

Luke.
I couple not in the day-light. Expectation
Heightens the pleasure of the night, my sweet one
Your musick's harsh, discharge it: I have provided
A better Consort, and you shall frollick it
In another place.

Cease musick.
Goldw.
But have you brought gold, and store Sir?

Tradew.
I long to wear the Caster.

Goldw.
I to appear
In a fresh habit.

Shave'm.
My Mercer and my Silkman
Waited me two hours since.

Luke.
I am no Porter
To carrie so much gold as will supply
Your vaste desires, but I have ta'ne order for you,
Enter Sheriffe, Marshall, and Officers.
You shall have what is fitting, and they come here
will see it perform'd. Do your offices: You have
My Lord Chief Justices Warrant for't.

Sheriff.
Seize 'em all.

Shave'm.
The Citie-Marshal!

Goldwire.
And the Sheriff. I know him.

Secret.
We are betray'd.

Dinge'm.
Undone.

Gettall.
Dear M. Luke.

Goldwire.
You cannot be so cruel: your perswasion
Chid us into these courses, oft repeating,
Shew your selvs City-sparks, and hang up mony.

Luke.
True, when it was my brothers I contemn'd it,
But now it is mine own, the case is alter'd.

Tradewel.
Will you prove your self a divel? tempt us to mischief,
And then discover it.

Luke.
Argue that hereafter.
In the mean time, M. Goldwire, you that made
Your ten pound suppers; kep't your puncks at livery
In Brainford, Stanes, and Barnet; and this in London.
Held correspondence with your fellow-cashers,
Ka me, ka thee; And knew in your accompts
To cheat my brother, if you can evade me,
If there be law in London your fathers Bonds
Shall answer for what you are out.

Goldwire.
You often told us
It was a bug-bear.

Luke.
Such a one as shall fright'em
Out of their estates to make me satisfaction,
To the utmost scruple. And for you Madam,
My Cleopatra, by your own confession
Your house, and all your movables are mine;
Nor shall you, nor your Matron need to trouble
Your Mercer, or your Silkman; a blew gown,
And a whip to boot, as I will handle it
Will serve the turnu in Bridewell, and these soft hands,
When they are inur'd to beating hemp, be scour'd
In your penitent tears, and quite forget
Powders, and bitter almonds.

Shavem, Secret, Dingem.
Will you shew no mercy?

Luke.
I am inexorable.

Gettall.
I'le make bold
To take my leave, the gamsters stay my comming.

Luke.
We must not part so, gentle M. Gettal.
Your box, your certain in-com, must pay back
Three hundred as I take it, or you lie by it.
There's half a million stirring in your house,
This a poor trifle. Mr. Shriefe, and M. Marshall
On your perills do your offices.

Goldwire.
Dost thou crie now
Like a maudlin gamster after loss? I'le suffer
Like a Roman, and now in my miserie,
In scorn of all thy wealth, to thy teeth tell thee
Thou wer't my pander.

Luke.
Shall I hear this from
My prentice?

Marshall.
Stop his mouth.

Sheriffe.
Away with'em.

Exeunt Sheriffe, Marshal, and the rest
Luke.
A prosperous omen in my entrance to
My alter'd nature. These house-thievs remov'd,
And what was lost, beyond my hopes recover'd,
Will add unto my heap. Increase of wealth
Is the rich mans ambition, and mine
Shall know no bounds. The valiant Macedon
Having in his conceit subdu'd one world,
Lamented that there were no more to conquer:
in my way he shall be my great example.
And when my private house in cram'd abundance
Shall prove the chamber of the City poor,
And Genoways banquers shall look pāle with envy
When I am mention'd, I shall grieve there is
No more to be exhausted in one Kingdome.
Religion, conscience, charity, farewell.
To me you are words onely, and no more,
All humane happinesse consists in store.

Exit.