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[Actus Quinti,]

[Scæna Prima,]

[Scæna septima: et Vltima:]

Enter (from Church) Brainsick, Miniona, ledd by ffewtricks
And the singinge boy, as Brideboyes, Mayde, Clutch &c: [Shackle:]
Brain:
sings
March on, thou merry man,, Before thy mellow Bryde,
For nowe the Knott is Knitt, which cannott bee vntyde,
By cunninge,
Ther's somewhat ells to doe, but that must not be spide,
Vntill the bellye rise, & will noe longer hyde,
What's comeinge,

Minio:
Well, well, that's very prittie, I am as blyth Bullie,
That I could singe, or dance, or doe anie thinge,

Brain:
Ile bee for you presently;

«M»ayde.
Your marryed wives they saie haue priviledge, to be
[OMITTED] More open, & more free, then Maydes, wee must haue
[OMITTED] A Care of our modestie, & reputacōn, that wee may gett
[OMITTED] good Husbands, but then those are taken off with a trice,

«e»w:
A smart Ierke, dos better.,

«a»yde.
Goe too!

[OMITTED]io:
Boy singe mee some prittie songe, lett it bee briefe,
[OMITTED] ffull of matter, and to the busines nowe in hand,

ffew:
[My Muse craues audience and preferrs this Songe]
[Writt on the Subiect you desire faire Ladie]

[The Boye Sings]
Mynio:
[Reade it sweete ffewtricks]

[(ffew: reades]
Song:

Minio:
[Th'art a wittie Cracke, singe Boye]

([boy sings])
Brain:
Lett's nowe retire, there are yett Seremonies,
To finishe in the way of Matrymonie,
Ould Adam tought vs all good Husbandrie,
Some graffe, some plant, some sowe, yett still I saie,
Inoculatinge is the fruitefull waye;

(Exeunt [finis Act: 4t i]

[Scæna Secunda]

[Act: 5: Scæna prima]
Enter Vndermyne readinge a longe Scrowle of Parchment,
Vnder:
Item oweinge to Sr. Wittworth, in the right of his wife,—i5000l i.
—Pox on that Doctor Spice-gutt, and's black arte,
Could any man but hee, soe soone haue tam'd,
A madd-man? and haue yoak'd him too,? his way?
With tricks? & gameballs,? Crochetts? & devises?
Able to make a sober man turne wilde?
Welcome my better ∥te, and Comforter,

(enter Mount
Mount:
Sr, as I came, I sawe your daughter mixt
With Brainsick, and his Crue, I mervaile much,
Why you permitt, nay rather prostitute her,
A free Companyon to that fellowes low'd,
And slovenly deboysenes,

Vnder
Heare mee Mountayne,
Shee's all distracted, readie to despaire,
Att the suppose of my misfortunes, nowe
This Brainsick hath such whimsies, interlac'd
With a continuinge mirth, that hee'le refine,
Her melancholly thoughts, & in one day,
Shee can receive noe tainte,.

Mount:
I am satisfied,

Vnder:
Hast thou seene Wittworth since hee wak'd

Mount:
Oh yes,
A famous cure it was,

Vnder:
Nay and [th'are] th'are marryed Mountaine,

Mount:
I knowe that too Sr.,

Vnder:
Hee comes like other folkes, & askes his money
As soberly, nay and as others doe,
Hee—goes without it too;—but heare a little
What if wee drewe Sr Wittworth to our partie,
By prcompoundinge wt h him? Mountayne, not
That Conscience moues mee, as he 'as wiu'd my Orphant,
And yett, out of a kind of good will too,
Vnto them both, for luckie handsells sake;
The Cheate I first meant them, sett mee the way
To gather vpp greate sum̄es, each one, in grosse,
Yeildinge mee, massie profitt,

Mount:
I lik'[i]t well.

Scæna [tertia] [Secunda]

Enter Wittworth in a N[[illeg.]]ight-capp
And see Sr heere hee comes,—a lookes not ill,
All ioye,

Vnder:
And health Sr, with their faire continuance,

Witt:
Your Charitie as farr as words extend,
Is bountifull,

Vnder:
Our deeds shall second those,

Mount:
You are invited Sr,, by vs yor. ffriends,
(If you'le accept vs soe) vnto a secrett,
Which but receiu'd, and kept, wt hout a blemishe,
To your cleare Conscience, shall deliuer you vpp,
A benifitt, wc h your owne Crittick thought,
Cannot stile mercenary,

Witt:
If this be possible, from you, 'tis strange,
And for the miracle of't, I shall imbrace it,

Vnder:
Y'aue wiu'd my Orphant, yett her dower remaynes,
With vs, which nowe wee tender, on Conditions
As plausible, & gentle, as her thoughts,

Mount:
Nowe the Commissioners are heere to enter,
Where every Creditor appeares, & claymes,,
Things are debated, every man is heard,
Ours beinge the leadeinge debts, ye greatest sum̄es,
What wee shall nowe resolue, & there propose,
With a firme resolucōn, all the rest
Perforce, must yeild to,

Witt:
And what of this?

Vnder:
Obserue a little Sr.,

Mount:
Wee will accept the thirds, of our due debts,
In present pay, or els wee will allowe,
Seaven yeares forbearance, soe as hee secure
The Principall intire: To th'one of theis,
Ther's two partes readie gaine, to th'other, more,
ffor Seaven yeares vse, makes vpp the sum̄e, compleate,

Vnder:
In liewe of this assistance, your full debt,
Even to day, with large acknowledgement,
Shall bee brought in,

Witt:
If I in Courte Consent, and there subscribe,
I doe confine my selfe, as well as they,
That are to suffer by't,

Mount:
A Comes,

[OMITTED]der:
Hee's ours,

[OMITTED]ount:
This gould ha[[illeg.]] subtle enterance,

[OMITTED]nder:
Sr,, nere doubt,


[OMITTED] Passe but your faith, & you shall straight possesse,
[OMITTED] Your debt is not the Twentith parte, I owe,
[OMITTED] Tho't bee in lesser parcells, many are
To beare, that hardly Can, The weightie burthen,
And yett, ≼haps, neede moues mee not, my Neece
May share, a blessinge out on't;

Witt:
Lett a Curse,
Which our best prayers, may nere waue off, fall on,
When I consent, to be dishonest wy'e,
If this to any Cittie Creditor,
Of yor. owne Geing, had beene propos'd, then I
With all the rest had suffer'd, yor. smooth Cheate,
Is woven all soe phesable,—ffond men
Why chose yee mee,? I never was brought vpp,
Nor liu'd amongst you, longe enough,/ to Catch,
The Cancred, and blacke venomous, infection,
Of your foule dispositions—Troth I haue
A feeble Conscience, and a facultie
Noe wayes retentiue, in such Cases, I
Discover mischiefe, sooner, then make one,
Which you shall streight perceiue,

(exit
Vnder:
What sillie fellowes, are theis gent'?

Mount:
Has a Camera in his Conscience Sr.,
It is a meere disease, and not the man,
That vents thus, a true blade indeed, had bitt,
And swallowed, but see heere a comes with our,
Commissioners,

Scæna [Quarta] [tertia]

Enter two Com̄issioners, A Solicitor, Wittworth, & .3. Creditors
1. Com̄:
You knowe our busines, and aucthoritie,

Sol:
I, in the behalfe of all your Creditors,
Am Chozen to solicite, but those, fewe,
Whoe cannot raise my fee, of what y'aue left 'em,
Their poverties pleade for 'em,

1. Cred:
All our fortunes,
Remaine Sr., in your hands,

Vnder:
You are all welcome,
And may this worke, bringe ease, to my sad soule,
And such as suffer, in the fellowshipp,
Of my misfortunes, If the small remaynes,
Of a misguided; and consumed estate,
(Not by a sleepie negligence, but mischaunce)
To eu'y man share like, disperst, might please,
I thankefully shall take his Charitie,
That will accept mee Iorneyman, to doe
The meanest Offices, allowinge bread,
To tame my hunger, my poore Girle shall worke,
And wayte vppon, the meanest of yor. Childeren;

Witt:
Oh Villaine howe soe nimbly, canst thou ingender?
And att once vent? with even accent,? such,?
Such Corpulent lyes,? in likenes of cleane truthes?

2. Com̄:
Oh grieue not Sr, the afflicted,

Vnder:
Blame him not,
I'me deepest in his debt, wc h I can never,
Vnder[OMITTED] whisp[OMITTED]
Never, satisfie;

Witt:
Tis not three mynutes yett,
Since those two Rascalls would haue had mee in,
A Third man, at their Devillish plott;

Wittworth, ye C[OMITTED] & Cred: are[OMITTED] a whisp[OMITTED] [OMITTED]
Vnder:
Offer't I saie, 'tis not the Twentith parte,
Of myne estate, the Iewells is the thinge,

Witt:
D'yee not belieue mee?

1. Com:
You speake improbable things,

Sol:
Whoe would refuse his money, on those tearmes?

ye 3. Creditors are in a whisper
2. Com:
Your lookes betray noe such simplicitie,

1. Com:
In troth wee cannott credite what you saie,

Witt:
Oh heauens, it is such an improbable thinge w'yee, to be honest?

2. Cred:
This may be, but tis impossible,

1. Cred:
Hee tells a tale of honestie, & knowes not what 'tis,
In such a case as this, I saie Charitie is honestie,
And Charitie begins att home.,

3. Cred:
Hee's a very simple ffellowe,

2. Cred:
I, if all was saide, that was spoaken,

3. Cred:
You saie true neighbour Burgis,

Witt:
Y'are a generation of people, I haue noe skill on,
When y'aue done Iugglinge, what my ∥te comes vnto,
Att your hands Ile expect, I would not live,
A Moneth amongst you, to enioy it all,

1. Com:
I wishe yee patience,

Witt:
I, you more honestie,

(exit
2. Cred:
Hee houlds this Cittie to be a very wicked place,
I'me partely of his mynde, & truely I thinke it would
mend much,, if it stood in the Countrey;

Vnder:
Nowe vrge it home, I warrant thee it takes,

Mount:
I am accus'd, and where,? heere in the Cittie,
And before whome,? my neighbours,, where, & wt h whome,
My reputacōn liues, by wc h I liue,
If theis beare not an accōn, w'aue noe Lawes,
Of our owne swayinge,

Sol:
A Cittie Iury Sr.,
Will trounce the gentleman,

Mount:
If to be Carefull of my poore estate,
As every honest man would be,? or if
Nimble indeavour to secure myne owne?
As every wise man would,? bee faults,? alas,
Then wisedome, & discrecōn, are foule synns,

«2 Cred:»
I, soe they are then, that they are,

[3. Cred:]
[Had I his smooth tongue I would not care for my Handicrafte,]

Mount:
Nowe doubtinge theis my truthes, as th'are but words,
May misse, to take away the scarre, aswell,
As the foule stroake, hee leant my reputacōn,
By a deed (shall liue, & mingle with my fame,
When I am ashes) I will heere approue,
Mountaynes, noe Knaue, though all the world conceiue soe.,
What I haue seis'd of his, (even all hee has)
Although by virtue of my elder Iudgement,
Togeather with possession his assotiate,
I might detaine) I freely vncompelld
Will render to your hands, to be shared out,
I will come in a ffellowe Creditor,
And take a mutuall ∥te.—Nay pause, provided
That theis poore men, may haue full pay,, & then,
The rest to 'byde the hazard,

«C»om:
You doe a worke of wonder,

«C»om:
All the Cittie,
[OMITTED] May boast your virtue as the Chiefest,

«S»ol:
And,
[OMITTED] Your ffellowe Creditors, Crye vpp yor. Charitie,
«O»h howe happie was my Choyce of thee,

2. Cred:
Mountaines noe Knaue, though all the world conceiue soe,

Mount:
I will goe fetch the moneys into Courte,
Will you healpe Sirs?

All 3.
With all our hearts,

exit cum Cre:

Scæna Quarta

Enter Brainsick, & Clutch,
Brain:
I come not heere a Creditor my ffriendes,
But as a Debtor, to deliver vpp,
Parte of this mans estate, wc h hee intrusted,
To mee vppon my Bond, Cansell you that,
And Ile restore the wares,

1. Com:
You speake Sr, like,
An honest gent',

2. Com:
What goods are they Sr?

Brain:
Babyes, Rattles, Brouches, Wooldoggs,

Sol:
Theis are strange Com̄odities,

2. Com:
Howe may wee see a Sample Sr?

Brain:
Baw, waw, waw, waw, waw &c'.
Hee produceth sodainly A wooldogg wt h. a brooch in ye. forehead, a rattle at the Tayle, And a— Baby leadinge
I must tell yee theis nowe, as they doe ye Toombes,
Or you'le loose the Iest—This is the Brooch,
This is the Dogge,
poynte too Vndermyne
Heere is the Rattle,
poynte too his owne head
And heere was the Baby,
poynte too himselfe
There are a hundred pounds worth of theis, in pawne,
ffor ffortie shillins worth of drinke, I would haue you
Redeeme them, or mee, and acquite the debt;

Vnder:
Sr, it may not be, Ile haue my money, ere you quite ye. Prison,

Brain:
Nay then Ile produce a generall Release,

Vnder:
If yee Can, soe,—

Brainsicks steps to ye. doare, & then enter Miniona, Mayde, ffew: Hodge &c.
Brain:
Receiue yor. Sonne, & power your Blessings, on him,

Minio:
Kneele not deare husband,

(geringly)
Vnder:
Oh yee iust gods, yee force mee as yor. selues,
To be iust alsoe, Hence with your Lotterye,
Ther's noe man shall drawe lesse, then his full due,
I'me rich, & haue a fortune, past your thoughts,
Som̄on your Clyants, lett them swarme about mee,
Ile fill their emptie baggs, Nor shall their Thyghes,
Loaden with wax, bee any burthen to them;

Sol:
Heer's a strange alteracōn?

Brain:
I knewe I had a braue match on't, But hee'le
Spoyle all, Harke yee, the ould man is defunct,

Vnder:
Is your ffather dead?

Brain:
Laid with both Leggs Sr, in one lynnen bootehose
That has noe fellowe, stone dead,

Vnder:
Ha? this man
May become newe, his fortunes well deserve,
My daughters likeings plact, & what needs more,

1. Com:
I hope Sr, a good Conscience, mou'd you thus,
Thus freely, to vnfould the naked truth,

Vnder:
Noe truely, noe good Conscience, but alas
Sr, I was wrapt beyond my selfe, and said
I knewe not what, a sodaine Ioy, surpriz'd
My sleepie sences, & straight thrust them forth,
Into distraccōn, See my onely Child,
Whoe even nowe I proffer'd as yor. Slaue,
Has matcht this worthy gentl, possest
Of full ffive Thowsand pounds a yeare, att least,
In antient Mannors, I did fondly thinke,
Att the first touch, this fortune, as 'twas hirs,
Att my dispose, but why should I expecte,
My worthy Sonne in Lawe, should randsome mee,
Or pay my debts,

1. Com:
Perhapps his greate affection, wc h appeares
In marryinge her in your decaye, will soe
Disperse it selfe, that frankely hee may quitt,
Such debts, as your owne fortune will not reach,

Brain:
Sr, myne estate I prostrate to that vse,

Sol:
There vents a Noble disposition,

Vnder.
You must not bee soe lavishe,

Brain:
Soe lavishe quoth you, the devill a groate haue I,
Therefore cheate on, I, and do't rarely nowe,
It do's behooue vs—see there,

he deliuers the Letter Hodge brought
To Samuell Brainsick Esquier
Vnder:
reades

S
r,—your ffather's dead, you may reade heere, the effect of his sadd-merry will,, I doe bequeath vnto my Sonne Samuell (whose accōns
prophesie his ruine) my Bull with the white face, w
c h had hee ever retorned home vnto himselfe, had falne a Calfe, vnto my staid Sonne
George (reservinge daughters porcōns) I giue the large Pasture
wherein the said Bull hath longe ranged, togeather with all my
temporall, & ≼sonall estate, whatsoeu', examine my Cabbonett, and you
shall finde this att large ingrost, Soe briefely I rest.,

ffew:
Sr, send for yor. Bull to Paris garden,
And wee'le haue him bayted to death,

Hodge.
Oh tis marls good sporte thick Bull, wull zoo
(wull zoo) verke vm and zoo and soe vlinge vm vp, wottund
tdhinke vt,

Vnder:
If his owne ffather Could soe Iest him off,
The scurfe of all his ffamylie, shall I
Inrich him with my fortunes, to bee spent
In whoreinge, diceinge, & in Banquettinge,
To make that Bawde, to all Lycentiousnes,
And mee imediate Pimpe?

1. Com:
Hee's full of thoughts,

Vnder:
I am resolu'd,
I speake a sober man, the Gods aboue
Laffe att our follies, till they winke againe,
And soe wee passe a while, then as sevearely
They doe correct, makeinge the selfe same faulte,
The Rodd wherewith, merry, merry heaven,
ffor spurninge thus, against your iust resolues,
Your searchinge eye discern'd my daughters pride,
And meant her fall, & therewith, my iust ruine,

2. Com:
And whether tends all this?

«Br»ain:
Overioy'd att the Letter, hee's falne into his fitt againe,
Heele come to himselfe presently,,

[OMITTED]nder:
Briefely I'me worth twice Thirtie thowsand Pounds,
[OMITTED] Beyond my debts, and breake in villanye,
[OMITTED] To Cheate my Orphant, and enrich this wretch,
[OMITTED] Then thinkeinge it a secrett, too too ponderous,
[OMITTED] ffor the supporte of a weake womans braine,
[OMITTED] Conseald it, where I thought It might bee read,
[OMITTED] ffrom this gay Com̄ett, which you see is shott,


[OMITTED]Goe share, the Porcōn, of thine owne deserts,
«Noe» more my Child?,

Minio
Thy Child? I never thought it,? for I hope
My Mother had more witt, did I belieue,
The Com̄: & Sol: are, busie in the suminge the ∥ticulers
One dropp of thy blood ranne wt hin theis vaines,
Ild launce it out, and dashe in thy nostrills,

Hodge.
Iust zoo, wull vlings bee, my bitch whelpe,
zhake vp, woalde Iowlour, the dad oare,.

ffew:
Oh hee's an arrant Rascall?

Maide.
[[illeg.]] I, and a lecherous rogue too, to my knowledge,

Minio:
Pox on the newes, that makes mee thinke still, hee begott mee,

Vnder:
Out of my sight, yee Monsters of the time,

Brain:
Nay wee'le ene haue a fitt of myrth att parting,
Brain: Sings & his crue Keepes the Burthen.

Minio:
Gramercie thou, art a merry madd scabb howsoeu',

Brain:
Come away my ffamily, Come,, Come,

Vnder
Quitt my howse?

Brain:
Noe wee'le ene in and stay till you haue done,

Sol:
My Marketts att the best, Pox on yor. honestie,
It has lost mee many a good ffee

(exit)

Scæna [Sexta] [Quinta]

Enter Mountayne & the three Creditors; loaden with Money, Sly & the Ladies Servant, in Blacks
Vnder
Welcome, welcome, welcome, Oh Mountaine quite vndone,

Mount:
Why what's the matter Sr.

Vnder:
Oh my good ffriend,
Heer's your sum̄e all intire, exchaing'd to gold,
ffor easie Carriage—, but if you thinke, fitt,
Ile manage it, as formerly 'twas meant,
And bee an honest Steward,

Ser:
Sr, I knowe not,
My Ladies mynde,

Vnder:
Then take it, take it, take it,

Ser:
Tis not good
To trust the Curre wc h. once hath drawne sweete blood;

(exit)
Sly:
Downe on your knees fellowe, thanke god,
And lett this bee a warninge t'ye,

Vnder:
Six hundred Pound's, the compleate sum̄e amongst you?

[OMITTED]ll 3. Cre:
I Sr,

Vn[OMITTED]
Ther's eight, goe, ffeast, & pray,

2. Cr[OMITTED]
May gentlemen reioyce,
And eu'y Tradesman in the Cittie, breake
Almost, with laughinge, att our happie fortune,

All 3. Cred.
Amen, amen, amen,

exeunt 3 Creditors
Mount:
Sr you deale liberally, wilt hould out?

Vnder:
Oh Mountaine vndone, vndone, vndone,
Nay I am turn'd honest too,

Mount:
Nay then y'are vndone indeed,

Vnder:
I haue Confest all Mountaine,

Mount:
Howe shall then
My reputacōn, bee sau'd harmeles, Sr?
Which meerely for the Knaveryes sake, made one,
You for the profitt, which is tollerable?
Sr. excuse mee,

Vnder:
Ile make a sett speech—Gent',

[[illeg.]]
This worthie ffriend of myne is honest,

Mount:
Noe
Excuse mee Sr,

Vnder:
I will I tell thee,

Mount:
Y'are madd I thinke,
Your Iewells are my lawfull prize,!

Vnder:
Wilt thou be false?

Mount:
Not for a world, y'are dam'd, for beinge ≼iur'd,
Did not you sweare, and I, as deepe as hell?
To cheate couragiously? and nere recant?
Much lesse appeach, Sr, I doe make a Conscience,
Of my deepe vowes, though you thinke sleightly on't;

Vnder:

Gentlemen, gent', you that are oldest, or dye first [if you goe to] [when yee «co»me in] hell,
([for wee'le all thither,]) Pray tell the ould Deuills, that if they haue any
younge Deuills, that they would haue trayn'd, in the Methodicall way of
theire blacke arte, lett them send [hither,] [em to this Mountaine of perdition] And they shalbe [most] learnedly brought vpp;

Mount:
Pray gent', whoe has thus grieu'd my friend?

1 Com:
The marriage of his daughter thus distracts him,

«M[OMITTED]t»
Alas I pittie but I cannott blame him,

S«l[OMITTED]»:
Alas I blame him, but thou wilt not pittie,

2 Com:
Has beene in theis fitts twice Sr., since you went,

Mount:
Howe Ist Sr,? howe doe ye feele yor. selfe?

Vnder:
ffall backe,
ffull Threescore Thowsand pounds, in Iewells gent',
This man detaynes, & saies Religion moues him,

Mount
Pray giue him way—Is this Sr any of them?

Sly:
If I may see't I happily may tell,

«Mo»unt
My good wife in my Bachelaritie,
Did giue it mee, & ever since I wore it,

hee shewes a Ringe on his finger & deliuers it Sly.
Sly:
This quickens my Conceite, I shall fit you prsently,

(exit in haste,)
1. Com:
What wittnes is there of this large appeach?

[OMITTED]Mount:
Whoe stood there by att the delivery?

[OMITTED]nder:
Nought but thy Conscience, thy large Conscience Villaine,
[OMITTED] A Thowsand wittnesses,

[OMITTED]ount:
To what end then,
[OMITTED] Did I, whoe had possession of all this,
[OMITTED] And as much more, to cleare a burthened conscience,
[OMITTED] Surrender it, tis as I had Clipt, one haire,
[OMITTED] ffrom off my head, to ease my bodies waight,
[OMITTED]And to what end theis cheates,? the Ringe thrice bought
«[OMITTED]d» sould againe this day, on severall Marts,?
«[OMITTED]t» of the goblett hatch'd, for massie gould?
[OMITTED]shovell-board peeces, vrg'd as theft?
T[OMITTED] good ould Ladies plate, return'd
Tenn in the hundred lighter! 'twas well burnish'd,
Then that—

1. Com̄:
fforbeare,

Mount:
Theis are meere ffictions Sr?

Vnder:
This is the man that crush'd the hopefull youth,
That Infamy nowe boasts of, for those ills
Hee did soe gloriously; him didst thou force
By th'Cheate of his first fortunes, to fly out,
And pillage on the Roade, for livelyhood,
Then didst thou seize him, and exasperate,
The good ould man, who Leant all (by thee wrought)
His forces, to the ruine of his life,

1. Com̄:
This wee haue heard indeed,

2. Com̄:
But hee lives still,?

Vnder:
[All humble thankes vnto our gratious Queene]
[That ask'd his pardon & our Kings that gaue it]
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«H»owe rich hee 'as left him,?—hee shall write thy deeds,
And gett thee personated, to the life,
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I hope 'twill take, Soe on the loftie Gibbett
Of Infamy, thou shalt stand fixt, for men
To gaze and to reioyce att,

Mount:
Well, ha'ye done?
What's all this to the Iewells I am taxt wt h?

1. Com:
Heer's that acquits,

2. Com̄:
Take but your oath, w'aue done,

Mount:
I doe avowe, by all thats heere conteyn'd;
I haue noe Coyne, nor Iewells, of this mans,
But what is, or accompted, or restor'd;

Vnder:
And Villaine, I by this protest, thou lyest,

3. Com:
Sr, it was rashly done vppon my life
Y[OMITTED] wronge a trustie friend,

Mo[OMITTED]t:
S[OMITTED] alas,
Ther's noe man free from scandall, in theis tymes,

2. Com:
W'are more to seeke then ever,

S[OMITTED]y:
Will you please,
That I shall reconsile this?

1. Com̄:
Gladly,

Sly:
Then,
I must haue power from you to reexamine,

2 Com̄:
Doe soe,

1. Com̄:
Sitt downe,—

Sly:
My ffriend you are madd,
There is noe talkeinge t'ye, Come sober Sr,
You knowe well, what an oath imports, And yett
You rashly may sweare too, pervse
Theis sacred lynes, & haveinge read a little,
You wilbe apt to speake, the precise truth,
Open the Booke—

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Sly
Cease your amazement Gent', this ringe,
Which cunningly I wrought from of his finger,
I carried as a Toaken to his wife,
And thereby, haveinge gott the Cabonett,
(The forme on't, fashoninge a newe conceite)
With our ould Bybles Cover, I enricht it,
To make yee mirth, & if it takes, I'me gladd.,

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Oh my Iewells, my Iewells, my Iewells,
Oh «m»y Iewell, my Iewell, my Iewell,
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«Th»y very myrth was goodnes, Ile reward thee,
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