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Scæna Secunda
Enter Sly with a Letter50
To mee, & not to her, why soe?—soe, soe,
Thus Wittworth is resolu'd then?
Sly
Sr. hee gau't mee,
His face imprinted, wt h as many frownes,
As one, most terrible, aspect, could figure,
Vnder:
Goe seale those baggs wt hin, th'are thowsand pounds,
(exit Sly.
T'hast cleard all doubts, & mee thou hast confirm'd,
Are thy infernall Officers, att hand?
Mount:
As eager Doggs i'the slipp, their eares prickt vpp,
The fearefull game in viewe, they but expect,
My, now, now,
Vnder:
Now, now—hold—whose shadow's that?
Sly retornes with a spruce Servingman in blacks,
A Letter
Sly.
His Blacks disguise him, yor late brothers man,
Nowe the sadd Widdow's servant, heere it rests,
If the smugg Ladd, has in the old mans tyme,
Entred his Ladies secretts, & done service,
Worth backe, & braines, why then she may be brought,
To stoope to his advancemt.,
Vnder:
You bringe Sr
Twelue Thowsand pounds, the porcōns of my Neeces,
ffor mee to husband, whilst for men they ripen,
To husband them, & those their porcōns,
Retorne it friend,
Mount:
[Ah], howe's that?
Ser:
My Master Sr.,
Whoe knewe well, both your worth, & tendernes,
Of your even conscience, straightly, gaue in charge,
It should be sent you, ere his Corps, toth' grave,
Vnder:
I thanke him heartily, what had my brother
Nought, but his cares, & troubles, to bequeath mee?
[His giddie frye? with their vnwildie burden?]
[Which if I shunne, the sadd disquiett backe]
[Vppon his soule I render, if accept?]
[Myne, wt h vast sorrowe, to the grave, I hasten,]
[Distraction on each hand attends,]
[Mount:]
[Heer's subtletie, as gray haier'd, as the owener,]
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[And soe growen vpp to age, & strength, with this,]
[Noe negligent, Practicōner;]
[Vnder:]
[Mountaine, (hee poynts)]
[Ser:]
[My Conscience vrges, that you ought to do't,]
[Mount.]
[Lay home vnto your thoughts, howe those, yor. Neeces,]
[When they growe vpp to yeares, match, & haue yssue,]
[Will teach their Children, (prettie, little ones),]
[In their first prayers, to remember you,]
[As Authour of their beinge, then they harmeles,]
[And innocent sweete soules, must needs prevaile,]
[And you reape blessinge,]
[Vnder:]
Wher's this heart dullinge Trashe, this money?
Ser:
It's att your gate,
Vnder:
I will not haue it—taken backe againe,
Since you haue brought it, lett it enter friend,
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It shall dismount, its readie tould, & seald,
Vnder
Tak't on his word, dispatch him—this nicks nowe,
exeunt Ser & Sly
[Mount]
[But why Sr made you such a tedious Scæne on't?]
[Vnder.]
[Had I seis'd greedily it had betray'd,]
[Our Combinacōn] [As I could wish yt]—heer's a Cabbinett,
hee opens & showes ye Iewells
[Heer] Containes—behould—full Threescore thowsand pounds,
In pretious Iewells, thus I haue extracted,
The mayne of myne estate, lett this rest safe,
The residue, the Iudgement I'ue acknowledg'd.
Will reach compleate, ther's none, knowes this concealemt.,
What publiquely thou shalt attach, shall passe,
As all my fortune, fly, fly nimbly, nowe,
Lett slipp, the gam's on foote,
Mount:
As terrible & quicke as Lightnings Sr,
(exiturus
Vnder:
Once againe hould,
Bee sure thy Varletts laye their rudest hands,
On Modestina, stripp off all, till shame
Stepps to the rescue, & what that defends,
Lett spight (as seeminge hast) rende into raggs,
That could, & wretchednes, sworne enimies
To amorous fancies, may abate those flames,
Wherewith she seemes on fire,
Mount:
Enough, I haue my Lerry Sr,
exit
Vnder:
ffarewell,
Nowe must I shifte my lookes, & chainge my posture,
Crye, Oh is mee—in deede—a lack a day—
Harke harke I heare the bustle, what alreadie,
(noyse wt h.in
Oh nimble footed mischiefe,
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