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Scæna prima,./

Enter Vndermyne, & Sly, (halfe druncke)
Vnder:
And are the Prison gates, at all tymes, gapeinge?
Had you, soe early entrance??

Sly.
Yes, and was
Directed, to a private roome, beneath
The Chappell where they pray, I then conceiu'd
It might be, as St. ffaithes Church, vnder Paules,
Thought to haue tane him, at some deepe devotion,
And soe I did, for wt h both knees o'the ground,
wt h hands vpp lifted, Countenance erected,
I found him—Drinkeinge healthes to yor. confusion,
ffor thats their Seller Sr.,

Vnder:
A Prison's like, a Globe Astronomicall,
Where are, both fixt, & wanderinge, Creatures,
Within the Compasse, of one Circumference,
The seaven deadly sinnes, in stead of planetts,
Are alwaies moveinge, still prdominant,
Tis strange, such heapes of oathes, & drunckenesse
Perpetuall, wt h the rest bucksome synnes,
That swell there in their iollytie (vnrestrain'd)
Should not disioynct the massie iron frames,
And all flye off in shivers—well proceed.

Sly.
That health to your Confusion,

Vnder:
You concluded?

Sly.
I was inforc'd, and yett I had my choyce,
Or downe my belly, or my bosome Sr.,
Has made, & keepes such seremonious forme,
In drinckeinge druncke,

Vnder:
That thou art turn'd his Pupill?

Sly:
Sr., he doth nothinge but singe, & drincke, & drinck & singe,
And singe & drinck, that you would thinke him Lunatick,

Vnder:
I would hee were,

Sly.
(There leads an vnknowne reach)

Vnder:
His ffather, bastarded I doe belieue
By some of Nestor s. Tribe, may Grandsire bee
To those that haue the weightiest heape of yeares,
Has more diseases then an outworne Stallian,
The Appoplex, Strangulian, Tisicke, Catarr,
Gowte, Palsey, ague, Pox, (noe more least I
Bee blasted) yett hee lives, as if those roughe
And crabbed Harbingers, of greedie Death,
Stood strayninge coursie, wc h should bayle ye. soule
ffrom that soe noysome com̄on Goale o'the fleshe,
This Brainsicke is his Heire legitimate,
Or I'ad not trusted him, were hee distracted
Those goodly ffarmes, those large Possessions,
Which this Bedridden knight, cannott wt h hould,
Aboue one yeare at most, in him were begg'd,
«Idi»otts & Lunaticks are in the Kings free guiste;
[OMITTED] all your owne, proceed, at best as hee is
[OMITTED] avowche, hee's halfe one, halfe t'other,
[OMITTED]hou art not druncke?


«T»roth Sr. I thinke
[OMITTED] The Devill, if hee kept him Companie,
Might quench the flames, he alwaies has about him,
If hee forbeare Tobaccoe, and I wonder
It setts not him on fire, Hee's as hott
With sacke, as seethinge Aqua vitæ;

Vnder:
Dutch Dogge;
Hast thou discou'ed, in thy pollitique Cupp
Ought, that advantage brings?

Sly.
Hee saies Sr.—

Vnder:
What?
Or that hee cannott, or hee will not paye,?
It's lost, if power be absent, but if will
There leads another course; what Skipiack's this,?

Scæna Secunda.

Enter ffewtricks.
Sly.
This is younge Brainsicks proper Squire Sr.,

ffew.
I am his Ingle Sr,, my name is ffewtricks,
I'me to him, as the Tassell to your pouche,
His small dependant Sr, Eccoe to's call,
ffire to's pipe, his whistle for more liquor
Agilitie to's ease, sole Pimpe in briefe
To his desires, sawce to his meate,

Vnder.
You are a sawcie Boye indeed, and hee
Has fitt ymployment for you,

ffew:
I am all day, as busie as a Tumbler
In a Cony-warren, I am nowe sent
To recomend him t'ye, and to present

(Letter
Sly.
Your Masters begginge Oratorie,

ffew:
Sirrah,? th'art peremptorie, wer't thou not
Vnder protection of thy Masters Roofe?

Sly.
This is some Captaines spawne, or rather some
Checks his Blade.
Colonells Epitomye in Decimo Sexto,

Vnder:
Verie pithie,

ffew:
My Master Sr.,
Has learnt a Language more concise then Hebrewe
A verie daintie, and a thriftie waye,
Heele tell you o're, the Historie, of ye. world,
Vseinge, noe more words, then were ≼sons sau'd,
Att the worlds Deludge,

Vnder:
It's assoone answer'd Boye, not a Doyte,
Thinks hee, Ile feed, a lost mans, ravenous wants?
Whoe nere, kept touch, in his abilities?

ffew:
I will not barely saie you may indeare him,
That were too shorte, but thus you may reviue,
His fainetinge spiritts, & sicke thoughts, yt. swime
Weakely on boysterous drincke, soe kept a lofte,
Least they, cleave to the firme, and steadie seate,
Of true conceite, and apprehencōn,
Soe were hee lost, & in him, your iust Debt,
Ere his ould Sire expires, wc h feebly stands
Twixt him, and his ≼formance, should he cavell,
Howe safely, iustly, bouldly, might you vrge,
You leant (out of yor. Christian bountie) dole
To feed, & Cloath him, in the needie Goale,
Suppose the Lawe corrupted, Conscience
Will iudge the vttmost penny, youle exact
To be repaid, on such deepe Tyes, as this,

Vnder:
Thou pleadest well boy, but softe, five pound's a sum̄e
Likely to bribe a Iudges Clarke,

ffew:
Alas Sr. hee is not bayleable,?

Vnder:
Thy teares & language haue prvailed,? There Boye,

ffew:
Cleare vpp my Clowdie lookes,? this Day breakes faire,
Thankes to my Rethorique, oh pretious braine,
This money's wise Sr, it knowes whether it must,
Sacke, whore, Tobaccoe, & this day's habeas Corpus,
My Master wilbe wt h you nowe himselfe,
(Exiturus
[It] Is it weight Sr.?

Vnder:
Ile make it weight, give mee't,

ffew:
It shall passe Sr!
(exit ffew.

Sly.
Soe Cracke.

Vnder:
Whoe has beene lavishe to a thankeles nature
ffor his deare ends, must not take vpp too soone,
Did you call [in the Rowe] as you came [home]
On Mountaine my Gouldsmith?

Sly.
I did Sir, Hee's newe risen (for the daye is early)
Hee was primeinge himselfe, distributinge at once
His Comaunds by ∥cell, to his seu'all servants, whoe
Received most from his eye & posture, his answere
To mee (all theis beinge finish'd in one turne of
The bodie) was likewise meere Accōn, wc h intymated
Hee would bee w'ye imediately;

Vnder:
Attend him heere, Ile in, & waite his comeinge,.
(Exit Vnder.

Sly.
Something's in the winde, that this fferrett
Mountaine, is soe greedily expected,
Whoe's heere,? Brainsick Deboyst? wt h a moveable
Goale, his Keepers, Ile in, & tell my Master, that
Wee may not bee wt hin;

(exit

Scæna tertia

Enter Brainsick, ffewtricks, Clutch, Shackell, & att t'h'other doare Mountayne hastily &c. Brainsick meetes him wt h. both hands at his breast &c./
Brain:
And doe I walke gods earth agen?

ffew:
I Sr., but there are Devills att yor. elboe,

Brain:
Swigg?

Mount:
Were not this fellowe alreadie vndone, nay lost,
Heere were as good battery towards it, as I could wishe—
—The humblest of yor. Creepers, noble Squire,

Brain:
I ken the man, and the spruce knave is wittie,

[OMITTED]Mount.
Noe Sr, alas I am simple, your belieueinge Goldsmith,
«Y»'are in my Creed, by which Ile nere be saved;,
[OMITTED]belieue thee; Hic vir, est Nebulo, et Carnifex profecto,
[OMITTED]weete blossome of a hopefull fruite, Conster mee that,
[OMITTED]ffitt fruite, for the fatall Tree, I shall,
Hic vir, this man.

[OMITTED]Mount:
(Thats I)

ffew:
Est, is, Nebulo, my Neighbour, et, and, Carnifex,
A carefull fellowe, Profecto, for his profitt,

Mount:
Thats right, thankes prettie Crawefishe,

Brain:
Mountaine,?

Mount
Sr,?

Brain:
Shall I newe Christen thee,?

Clutch.
Nothinge but need, for to my knowledge
The fellowe is a perfect Iewe,

Brain:
Mountaine is too loftie, Molehill were too lowe,
The knavishe mediocritie, would suite well,
The lesser Bancks, or, the little Mountebancke;

Mount:
Troth Sr I com̄end your true iest,
It speakes my ≼son and Condicōn right,

ffew:
But Sr. if I may make bould,?

Mount:
Bee bould, my Pregnant youth,

ffew:
Mee thinks,
This habite for a London Cittizen
Is most improper,

Mount:
Most proper, my proper Squire
I am a Cittizen of the [wild] wide world,
I trade, wt h many Nations & all sorts of men,
Would I confine my selfe, wt h in our walls,
I could skipp, from Merchant, to Merchant,
As the Squerrell from Nutt, to Nutt,
And cracke them all as fast;

Clutch.
Blessinge on thee,

Mount.
When I am in my formalities, my Cittie Livery,
I conceive, the ould iest was meant mee,
Though it be Gowne, & hood, mee thinkes
I haue, a Cloake for my knavery,
And then I am as grave, as the wisest,—

ffew:
And, as arrant a knave as the best;

Mount:
Sr will you bestowe this Toye on mee?

hee twiches [OMITTED] him round[OMITTED]
Brain:
ffor what vse I prethee?

Mount:
I would sett him, in an Aldermans Signett,
In stead, of a Toade stone,

ffew:
I will lye in the Lee, for a nicke, to this affront,

Mount:
Are theis your Goalers Sr?

Boath
Wee are his Keepers?

Mount
Keepers,?—Rogues.

Shack:
Keepe that to your selfe Sr,!

Mount:
Some Cittizens arrest you such, as bate
Theire Libertie, by which they sharke, to feed,
Haue not a friend that pitties, nor one penny
To come of all their fortune, yett are such
Pent vpp, the scurfe & burden of the Goale
Vntill they rott, poore fruiteles envie, I
Trust farr more desperately then any man
Nowe when it proves soe, I doe cease them, and
Com̄itt them too,—my gentle mercye Slaves
Vnto the new Plantacōns, there the Rogues
Sweate, & stinke mee out, a newe Prentishipp,

Brain:
Would I were there too, but that ther's neu'
A Taverne in the whole Countrey, water
And Barmoodos Tobaccoe, is such dyett,

ffew:
Why hence it comes then, that the Heathens are
Soe pestered with your broaken Cittizens,

Mount.
Right, I haue a Legion there, and I intend
Shortly to visitt them.,

ffew:
Yes, I pray doe, and byde by't there a little,
The Heathen people, may better yor. Condicōns;

Brain:
Walke off victorious ffewtricks, letts to ye. Taverne,
That my humour may rise a little, or the Play's mar'd,
I am a Cupp of sacke too lowe,

Exeunt manet Mount
Mount:
Blessinge on the Cracke, Oh that my Boyes had
Such quaveringe witts, yt. I might cheate in Consorte;

Scæna quarta./

Enter Vndermyne./
Vnder·
And is the fumeinge fogg of liquors, togeather with the
ffurnace that containes them, remou'd, and vanish'd?

Mount:
Has quitt your howse, hee's gone, all's cleare,

Vnder:
Why then,
Welcome nimble braine, welcome Vagary,
Welcome into my hugg, my spritely Ladd,

Mount.
Sr, I attend accordinge to your som̄ons,

Vnder.
I alwaies found thee, of a thankefull nature,
I need not, blazon then, to thy rememberance,
Those deare engagements, secrett, friendly ones,
I haue oblig'd thee by, yett thence I charme thee,
To bee still constant, it's thy wonted care,
Of mee, & myne affaires, that I desire
Should be the badge of thine acknowledgement,
It's all I looke for.

Mount:
Doe not my faith, and loyaltie to you,
The Iniury, to doubt them, but com̄aund
Whats'ere's, wt hin the lymitts of my power,
And see, if I will shrinke, in the ≼formance,

Vnder:
I chose thee, from a true bread race of knaves; [thy wh]
Thy ffather knewe the Pillory, Records
Att Newgate haue him registred; thy Brothers
[thy whole stock] Did not degenerate: and thou thy selfe
[OMITTED] Wert apt to runne [lik] [that] [that] hazard, but I tooke
«T»hee to my choicest Care, inabl'd thee
«A»boe those pedlinge Casualties, advanc'd
«T»hy rarest subteltyes, with stocke, & meanes,
[OMITTED] (Togeather with my Countenance) to acte
Bould Villanyes, & cleane savoury Cheates,
Such as yeild gaine & doe outstripp the Lawe,
Soe canst thou tread, the brincke of eu'y Statute,
And such the hony profitt; scape the stinge,

Mount:
Applyinge mee, vnto your graue advise,

Vnder:
A Casuall Mart[[illeg.]]esman, I inabl'd thee,
With many a brayded parcell, of all sortes,
Such as went downe glibbe, wt h the liquorishe Heire,
To quench his youthly thirst, and slake the heate,
Of his vnbridled Raines; I 'aue sent thee out
To races, with thy Tobye, shodd with gold
(A badge of thy profession) made thee briske
Whilst thou hadst subtelty, to interweave
Amongst the younger frye; of Heire, & Novice
Such as were apt to be wrought in,—The fagg
Of all my Cittie Creditors, I ceas'd,
And gaue thee, to be shipp'd away, thy slaves
Vnto the newe Plantacōns, thou art growne,
An eminent Marchaunt,

Mount:
Yett but your ffactor Sr,? and as I manage
By your com̄aund, in my owne name, this strange,
And yett vnheard of subtle way, of tradeinge,
Wee share a mutuall benifitt, you skape
The scandall, I reputed am, of some
Sufficiencie, which is to mee good gaynes,
As I apply it, sometimes you are pleas'd,
That I goe w'ye, on this, or that, faire Bye,
And thus, by honest Inchmeale, I may gett
Somethinge in tyme, wc h may make good th'opinion,
Of such as thinke mee wealthy, without flawe,
Or blemishe, to the faith, which you repose
In mee, wc h meerely to your selfe, am iust,
Was, and will ever bee,

Vnder:
I haue advanc'd thee,
A fitt Co≼tener, with thy eminent Neighbour[s],
Whoe scornes to hoofe it, like [a] [A] Cittizen,
But rides vppon his foote Cloth, vents [his Iewells] [his iuells] [their toyes]
with volubilitie of Tongue, and state;
Lett him be sure, to lye, att a safe, warde,
Or nowe the small particōn's downe, wc h yeilds
An ample pittfall, thou'lt not only rifle
Such as the glory of it intraps, but nim̄e
Out of the generall stocke, I prethee saie
Hopes hee to gaine, or profitt, or repute
By beinge thy Partner,? or haue some fowle rubbs
Made his paced Nagg to stumble,?

Mount:
Whatsoere,
Our seu'all aymes are, I am safely yours,

Vnder:
I doe belieue thee, troth lawe nowe I doe,
Theeues haue betweene themselues, a truth,
And faith, which they keepe firme, by which
They doe subsist, I am to acte a parte
Of pretious knavery, an honest man
Will not be brought t'assist, a slender braine
Cannott supporte the burden, bate but theis,
And thou art all, that can be thought, or wisht,
Then fittest for my purpose; som̄on streight,
All thyne indeavours, nimble Confidence,
Thy fancye, witt, discretion, subtelty,
Of this rare sconce, the strength impregnable,
Which (as the english Souldiers fight the world ore)
Is every where disperst, on severall accōns,
Haue truce wt h all affaires, thou shalt not cheate
But in my cause to day;

Mount:
I shall bee idle,
And gett the scurvey, not one snapp byt'h waye!
If as a faire Parenthesis it comes!
I hardly shall forbeare;

Vnder:
What I resolue,
Will not lett fall a minute, if intended
Accordinge to its weight,

Mount:
Bee't what it will,
Though to the hazard of my life, & fortunes,
Ile doe't, with greedie constancie,

Scæna quinta

Enter Brainsick, ffewtricks, Clutch, & Shackle./
Brain:
Spie, spie, Nowe the Devill make vpp
A Bevie, of blacke sould Gipsies,

Vnder:
Letts vpp, and shunne the roareinge of this Sackbutt,

Brain:
Oh, oh, oh, O, The merry old Pocke one time, [-grum̄-]
he sings and daunces to his owne tune & the whilst— Exeunt Vnder: & Mount:
Hem, hem, hem, wee are sound enough wt hin
ffor matter of the bulke, but in the bone Ile leaue it,
Where are the Devills Iorneymen become?
Discended, with their Bill of parcells?

Clutch:
They haue my prayers Sr., for were it not
ffor money Leanders, wee poore Goalers, might
Doe mutuall execucōn, on each other,

Brain·
But Clutch suppose, the Sergeant should be ty'd
To his pide Coate, & not to seise without it
Accordinge to the antient Custome,?

Clutch.
It would advantage vs,
ffor then a becken, were a faire arrest,

ffew:
But a prospectiue glasse, were a braue Engine,
To discover them in their colours, att distance,

Brain:
What saiest thou to a lastinge Parliament,
Suppose the stubborne Com̄ons should become
more plyable?

[OMITTED]lutch.
That were enough to vndoe all the Kingdome,
[OMITTED] ffor then, debtors would walke at randum,
[OMITTED] With a Keeper in their pocketts,

[OMITTED]ain:
What thinkest thou of keepeinge wt hin Compasse,?
[OMITTED] Turninge honest, & payinge a mans debts,?

Clutch
I hope every man that's well bread, wilbe
Mannerly, and lett his betters begin first.,

Brain:
Thy Problemes are most pregnant, Thou shalt
Not eate to day, least thou growe dull.

Clutch.
Good Squire, I shalbe lowsie,

Brain:
Ile feast thee with a meale of sacke my Rogue,
But see th'art lowsie, else, in the strict poynte
Of Lawe, howe canst thou be the Emblem of
The Goale? & badge of my Imprisonment?

Clutch.
Sr., you'le forgett, whilest you are sober,
To write, to the good old Gentleman, your ffather

Brain:
The good old Gentleman,? noe, Ile salute him thus,—
ffather—of my Iniquities, & Pock.
Thou Magazine, of yeares, and aches, Lett the latter—
confound the first, And speedily, least I growe madd
by delay, & dye, through the vehemencie of distraccōn,
Then shall my revengfull spiritt walke, and hale
Thy gowtie Carcasse, to thy Iawefalne Grave,
Which hath too, too, longe, gaped, for thine expected, comeing,
Never till then will I rest.,

Clutch.
Oh Heavens, heer's enough to make
Vs Infidells, tremble, & turne Christians,
Sr you'le cansell all your Birthright,

ffew:
ffarre otherwise
Your ffather when hee reads this Letter Sr.,
Must past all healpe, dye sodainely, wt h griefe,
Tis a most pollitique, and safe way, wt hout
Danger, or scandall, their's religion in't,
You'le free, yor aged Sire, of all his payne,
The wise Sardinians, sacrifice to rest,
Their Parents, when growne ould, wt h iolly noyse,
And musicall alacritie;

Clutch.
But graunt your killinge plott should faile?
And the ould man, haue memory, strength, & time
To pawse on't?

Brain:
I, I, Howe then ffewtricks?

ffew:
The better Sr.,
T'will highten his dull spiritts, and then hee,
Som̄ons his wakefull servants (all yor. Creatures
By right of your succession) makes his will [[illeg.]] And—

Brain:
Disinherites mee?

ffew:
Right, and the better still,

Brain:
Howe diminatiue Pollacie?

ffew:
It beinge done in choller, rage, & passion,
Distracted with his smart, starke madd, wt h griefe,
Hee dead, pleade you his Lunacie, The will
Is void in Lawe, and thus you may secure
Your tickle fortune, as the case stands yett,

Brain:
O prettie, little, wittie, many doeinge ffewtricks,
My ffather dead, Ile match, and propagate,
But thou shalt bee, my most essentiall sporte,
Ile feed thee highe, That thou at ease, maist raise,
Thy Genius, to disporte the freer,

ffew:
I haue
My choycest howers, yett tane vpp, wt h thought,
Howe wee may eate a little, drinke our fill,
(A sadd imployment til't bee ore) that Care
Do's make, most Poetts of theis tymes, soe dull,
And write such Meagar, and leane, shotten Scænes,
Mens braines, are nowe, as rich as ever, but, [they]
They Are mislead, by villanous hunger, and, [sadd thirst]
Sadd thirst When their faire plannett raignes at fullest, [It ebbs]
It ebbs Eight howers, and it flowes scarce fowre,

Brain:
Th'ast Hints, like myne, fittinge, my various humour,
Wee'le finde an vnknowne sollace, t'wixt vs two,
Coyninge newe pleasures, which gray time before,
Was ever ignorant of,—

Singe.
Brain:
What's pleasure, but a meere conceite?

Shack:
Ticklinge the Sences, voide of weight,

Brain:
It touches only, and awaye,

Shack:
Nor doe wee feele it euery daye,

Brain:
Ells surely t'woulde, as tedious bee,

Shack:
As those good things, wee lastinge see,;

Scæna Sexta et Vltima

Whilest the Song's singinge
Enter Vnder: & Mount:
Vnder:
Oh, heavens, Billingsgate affordes softe whispers,
Compar'd with this, diversitie of Noyse,

Brain:
Those agen;

Brain:
Ells pleasure would as tedious bee,

Shack:
As those good things, wee lastinge see,

Brain:
Consider on't, and rest you merry Sr s.,

Clutch.
Oh Sr excuse mee,

exit in hast, his Keepers follow and ffewtricks
Vnder:
Once againe w'are quitt, nowe to the busines,
Thou knowest my Orphant Modestina's porcōn,
wt h whome, & wherewt h all, I was intrusted,
By her dead Parents, rais'd mee in the world,
The vse on't, has inrich'd mee since, ther's one
Would att once ravishe, this large Dower, & her,
ffrom mee, that would not ∥te with them, as yett,
But most vnwillingly—Sr Wittworth is the man,

Mount:
—Sr Wittworth is the man of men, free from
The fleetinge staine of prodigalitie,
A Patterne—

Vnder:
Oh forbeare, fierce loue, & hate,
Haue a sore Combate, in my fantasie,
I loue his worth, witt, fortunes, government,
ffor theis, I hate him too, through Iealousie,
[OMITTED] Doubtinge my peereles Orphant Modestina,
[OMITTED] To whome hee's all devoted, (Sans my Plotts)
[OMITTED] Should to those braue Assaultants yeild, & hee
[OMITTED] Rifle, as his, what yett, is myne estate;

Mount:
You may pretend dislikes,

Vnder:
What is it possible, I can pretend?
Hee's nobly borne, well bread, of comely prsence,
Of fairer Carriage, yett a sweeter nature,
Of ample fortunes, which are husbanded,
With as much staidnes, and frugalitie,
As though experience were his slaue, not Tutor,
Awayteinge with gray haires, on his greene Youth,
And did not his loue passions, when they meete
The dayly rubbs I cast, force vpp his sences
In to the Confines of Distraction,
Hee were, the mirrour of our age, for temper,

Mount:
You speake him full.,

Vnder.
Nature, I pay her thanks, hath leant my fortunes,
And aymes vnlimited, for her advantage,
A daughter, my deservinge, and sole Heire,
The beautifull, and sprightly Miniona,
ffitt to yeild Lords, vnto this Milkesopp age,
With the ould Shumetoomes fraught, vigor, & spiritt,
Ambition, soe becomeinge, hath plac'd her,
On a Designe, of higher courtly Tytles
Ells gladly I, if soe his ffancie Ledd him,
Would sacrifice, to Wittworth's, high deservings,
My daughter, and for dower, my large estate,
But Mountaine 't will not bee.,

Mount:
Hee lookes not there, with a iuditious eye,

Vnder:
The pollitique, and learned, doctor Makewell,
The graue Phisitian, my next Neighbour heere,
Who's neere ally'd to this Sr Wittworth, hee
Pox of his dilligence, didd first preferre,
His Kinsman as a Suitor, and pursues it,
With strict assistance,

Mount:
What? The reverend man.,
Whoe lodges him, & doates vppon his person,?
Whoe powers him full, into such spungie eares,
As covett, to sucke those, lowde Eccoes vpp [?]
Vntill they surfeite,? and [thence] thence, rest astonish'd
With wonderous amazement, & soe wrought,
Ioyne in th'idolatry to his rare partes?

Vnder:
The same—But Ile prevent, I intend to take,
The ould, sure, Cittie-waye, Ile breake,

Mount:
Breake Sr?

Vnder:
I Mountaine breake, and thou shalt seize on all,
By a Iudgement without clause, wc h Ile acknowledg,
Then lett them mingle, Ile compound att ease
With Wittworth, whoe loues meerely her, & weigh's not,
Noe nor the porcōn needs, T'is not vnknowne
Vnto thy secresie, what massie sum̄es
I lately haue ingros'd, All shall abate,
And thus, Ile make a fortune, for my Girle,
Shall raise her vpp, as high, as are her thoughts,
ffor Mountayne nowe, men neu' weigh the gettinge,
But the gould they gett,

Mount.
Ere you proceed Sr.,
Wee'le gleane the Cittie Chamber, Cull the Cashe
Which secretly is hoorded vpp in Bancke,
ffrom all the money Masters, & their ffriends,
And they, wt h eager forwardnes shall bring't,
A glorious offeringe, vnto the shrine
Of yor occations, and there prostrate it,
Vnto yor wish'd acceptance, wherewt hall,
Togeather with the Coyne you haue readie purst,
Buy you some stately Mannor, lett mee bee
Ioynct Purchaser vppon the deed, (The wc h
Shall not be knowne) possesse, inioye, dislike,
The ayre or scittuation, sell againe,
And in the next Conveyance, leaue mee out,
Soe when your money's tould, The Purchaser
(By virtue of my right wc h laye conceal'd)
Ile cast out headlonge, and will iustly share,
To you the profitt—Or Sr. thus—

Vnder:
Nay pawse.
Tyme will not theis ≼mitt, wee must to day,
I doubt mee on to Accōn, Yett I 'applaud,
Thy witt, thou do'st pronounce mee fortunate,
ffor whilest wee trade, wee'le compt, all, lawfull prize,
Wee gett by ≼iur'd trecherie, or smooth lyes,

Mount:
That man, whoe has, the readiest way, to cheate,—
Winns all the glorye, wealth, esteeme, growes greate,

Exeunt, arme in arme imbraceinge.