University of Virginia Library

Act. 5.

Scen. 1.

Enter Yo: Pallatine, Ample, Luce, Engine, with a Torch.
Yo. Pall.
Engine, draw out the Chest, and ope the Wicket!
Let us not hinder him the ayre, since tis
Become his food!

Eld, Pall.
Who's there? what are you? speak!

Amp.
A brace of mourning Virgins Sir; that had
You dy'd in Love, and in your Wits, would now
Have brought Roses, and Lillies, Buds of the Brier,
And Summer Pinks to strew upon your Herse!

Eld. Pall.
Then you resolve mee dead!

Luce.
'Twere good that you would so resolve your selfe!

Yo: Pall.
She counsells you to wise and severe thoughts;
Why, you are no more mortify'd, then Men
That are about to dance the Morrice!

Eld. Pall.
Ladies, and Brother too (whom I beginne
To worship now, for tendernesse of heart)
Can you believe, I am so leaden, stupid,
And so very a Fish, to thinke you dare
Thus murther me in bravery of Mirth,
You haue gone farre: part of my suff'rance I
Confesse a justice to me!

Amp.
O, doe you so!
Hath your heart, and braine mett upon that point;
And render'd you silly to your owne thoughts!

Eld. Pall.
Somewhat mistaken i'th projection of
My journey hither! Three houres in a Chest
Among the dead; will profit more than three
Yeares in a Study; 'Mongst Fathers, Schoolemen,
And Phylosophers!

Yo. Pal.
And y'are perswaded now, that there is relatiue
To'th maintaining of a poore younger Brother,
Something beside his Witts?

Eld: Pall.
'Tis so conceiv'd!

Ample.
And that we Ladies of the Towne, or Court,
Have not such waxen hearts, that ev'ry beame
From a hott Lovers Eie, can melt them through
Our Breasts?

Eld. Pall.
Faith, 'tis imagin'd too!

Luce.
That though th'unruly Apetites of some
Perverted few, of our fraile Sex, have made
Them yield their honors to unlawfull love;
Yet there is no such want of you Male-sinners
As should constraine them hyre you to't with Gold?

Eld. Pall.
Y'have taught me a new Musick, I am all
Consent, and concordance!

Engin.
And that, the nimble packing hand, the swift
Disordred shuffle, or the slurr; or his
More base imployment, that with youth, and an
Eternall back, engenders for his bread;
Doe all belong to Men, that may be said
To live sir, by their Sinnes, not by their Witts!

Eld. Pall.
Sir, whom I love not, nor desire to love,
I am of your minde too!

Yo, Pall.
Madame, a faire conversion, 'tis now fit
I sue unto you, for his libertie!

Ample.
Alas he hath so profited in this
Retirement, that I feare he will not willingly
Come out!

Eld. Pall.
O Lady, doubt it not! Open the Chest!

Amp.
A litle patience Sir!

Enter Ginet.
Ginet.
Madam, we are undone, your Guardian is
At dore, knocking as if he meant to wake
All his dead Neighbours in the Church!

Ample.
So soone return'd! it is not midnight yet!

Engin.
I know the bayt that tempts him backe with such
Strange hast; and have according to your will
Provided (Madam) to betray his hopes!

Ample.
Excellent Engine!

Engine.
This Key convayes you through the Chancell to
The house Gall'ry! My way lies here; Ile let
Him in, and try how our designe will relish!—
Exit Engine.

Ample.
Come sir, it is decreed in our wise Counsell,
You must be layd some distance from this place!

Eld. Pall.
Pray save your labour (Madam) I'le come forth!

Amp.
No sir, not yet!

Eld. Pal.
Brother, a cast of your voyce!

Yo. Pall.
She hath the Key Brother! tis but an howers
Darke contemplation more!

Eld. Pall.
Madam, here me speake.

Ampl.
Nay, no beginning of orations now;
This is a time of great dispatch, and hast;
We have more plots then a Generall in a siedge!—

Ex. carrying out the Chest.
Enter Thrift, Engine.
Engine.
None of the Writings Sir, and yet perplex
Your selfe, with so much speed in a returne!

Thrift.
The Lawyer was from home, but Engine, I
Had hope to have prevented by my hast,
Though not her Fun'rall, yet the Fun'rall of
The Chest; Ah deare Engine, tell me but why
So much pure innocent Treasure, should be
Thus throwne into a darke forgetfulnesse!

Engine.
I thought, I had encountred his intents!
All Sir, that Law, allow'd her bounty to
Bestow, is yours; but for the Chest; trust me,
'Tis buried sir; the Key is here sir, of no use!

Thrift.
Hah, Engine! Give it me!—

Engin.
And Sir, to vex your meditation more,
Though not with Manners, yet with truth; know there
Is hidden in that Chest, a plenteous heape
Of Gold; together with a Rope of most
Inestimable Pearle, left by her late
Dead Aunt by will, and kept from your discovery!

Thrift.
Is this true, Engine?

Engin.
That precise Chit Luce, her couzen Puritan
Was at th'interring of't; conceal'd it till
The Fun'rall formes were past; and then forsooth,
Shee boasted that it was a pious Meanes,
To avoyd covetous desires i'th world!

Thrift.
These Fun'rall tales (Engine) are sad indeed;
Able to melt an Eye, though harder than
That heart, which did consent to so much cruelty
Vpon the harmlesse Treasure!

Eng.
I mourne within Sir too!

Thrift.
Give mee the Key, that leads me from my house,
Vnto the Chauncell doore!

Engin.
Tis very late Sir, whither will you goe?

Thrift.
Never too late too pray; My heart is heavie!

Engin.
Where shall I wait you Sir?

Thrift.
At my low Gall'ry doore, I may chance stay long.

Engin.
This takes mee more than all the kindnesse Fortune
Ever shew'd mee: a desent transmutation.
I am no more your Steward, but your Spie!

Exeunt.
Enter Yo: Pallatine, Pert, Meager, Snore, and Watchmen.
Yo: Pall.
There, there's more Mony for your Watch; me thinks
Th'ave not drunke Wine enough; they doe not chirpe!

Snor.
Your Wine mates them, they understand it not.
But they have very good capacity in Ale;
Ale Sir, will heat 'um more than your Biefe Brewis!

Yo: Pall.
Well, let them have Ale then.

Snor.
O Sir, 'twill make 'um sing like the Silk-knitters
Of Cock-lane!

Yo: Pall.
Meager, goe you to Sir Tirant Thrifts house,
Luce, and the Lady are alone, they will
Have cause to use your diligence, make haste!

Meag.
Your dog, ty'd to a Bottle, shall not out-run me!

Exit.
Yo: Pall.
Pert, stay you here with Master Constable;
And when occasion cals, see that you draw
Your lusty Bill-men forth; bravley advanc'd
Vnder the Colours of Queene Ample, and
My selfe, her Generall!

Pert.
If Ale can fortifie, feare not! where's Sir Morglay?

Yo: Pall.
I'm now, to meet him i'th Church-yard; th'old Blade
Sculks there like a tame filcher, as hee had
Nere stolne 'bove Egges from Market women;
Robb'd an Orchard, or a Cheese loft!

Snor.
Wee'l wait your worship in this corner.

Yo: Pall.
No stirring, till I either come, or send.

Snor.
Pray Sir let's not stay long, 'tis a cold night;
And I have nothing on my Bed at home,
But a thin Coverlet, and my wives Sey Petti-coat:
Shee'l nere sleepe (poore soule) till I come home
To keepe here warme!

Yo: Pall.
You shall be sent for strait!
Be merry my dull Sons o'th Night, and Chirpe!

Exit.
Snor.
Come, neighbour Runlet! sighing payes no Rent,
Though the Land-Lady be in love! Sing out—

They sing a Catch in foure Parts.
Enter Engine.
Engin.
Sir, draw downe your Watch into the Church,
And let 'um lie hid close by the Vestrie dore!

Pert.
Is hee there already?

Engin.
Fat Carriers Sir, make not more haste to bed,
Nor leane Phylosophers to rise; I've so
Prepar'd things, that hee'l find himselfe mistaken!

Pert.
Close by the Vestry dore!

Eng.
Right sir,
Ile to my Lady, and expect th'event of your surprise!

Pert.
Follow Master Constable, one, and one:
All in a File!—

Exeunt.
Enter Thrift, with a Candle.
Thrift.
I cannot find where they have layd her Coffin!
But there's the Chest; Ile draw it out, that I
May have more roome, to search, and rifle it!—
The weight seemes easie to me, though my strength
Be old; how long, thou bright all powerfull minerall,
Might'st thou lie hid, ere the dull dead, that are
Entomb'd about thee here, could reach the Sense,
To turne wise Thieves, and steale thee from oblivion!—
opens it, and finds a Halter.
How! a Halter! what Fiend affronts mee with
This Emblem! Is this the Rope of Orient Pearle?—

Enter Pert, Snore, Watchmen.
Pert.
Now I have told you Master Constable,
The intire plot; marke but, how like that Chest,
Is to the other, where the Elder Pallatine
Lies a Perdu; Engine contriv'd them both!

Thrift.
Hah! what are these, the Constable and Watch?

Pert.
Ceaze on him for no lesse than sacriledge!

Thrift.
Why neighbors, Gentlemen!

Pert.
Away with him.

Snor.
Wee shall know now, who stole the Wanscot Cover
From the Font, and the Vicar's Surplisse!

Pert.
Alas grave Sir, become a forfeiture
To'th King, for Sacriledge!

Thrif.
Heare me but speake!

Snor.
No, not in a cause against the King!

Pert.
Lead to's owne house! he shall be Pris'ner there,
And lock'd up safe enough.

Thrift.
Vndone for ever!—

Exeunt.
Enter Yo: Pallat: Thwack, with an Iron Crow, and dark Lanthorn.
Thw.
Why this was such a firke of Piety,
I nere heard of: Bury her Gold with her?
Tis strange her old shooes were not interr'd too;
For feare the dayes of Edgar should returne,
When they coyn'd Leather.

Yo. Pal.
Come Sir, lay down your Instrument!

Thw.
Why so?

Yo: Pal.
I'm so taken with thy free jolly Nature,
I cannot for my heart proceed to more
Defeat upon thy liberty: all that
I told thee were ranke lyes!

Thw.
How! no treasure trovar!

Yo: Pal.
Not so much as will pay for that small Candle light
We waste to find it out!

Thwack.
I thanke you Sir!—

Flings downe the Crow of Iron.
Yo. Pal.
You shall have cause, when you heare more; to this
Darke region Sir, solemne, and silent, as
Your thoughts must be, ere they are mortify'd.
Have I now brought you, to perceive what an
Immense large Asse (under your favour Knight)
You are to be seduc'd, to such vaine stratagems
By that more profound Foppe, your friend, my Brother!

Thw.
How had I been serv'd, if I'ad brought my scales
Hither, to weigh this Gold? but on! your brother!
Whose name (let me tell you first) sounds far worse
To me then does a Sergeant to a young
Indebted Lover, that's arrested in his Coach,
And with his Mistris by him!

Yo: Pall.
You are believ'd: but will you now confirme
Me to your grace and love, if I shall make't
Appeare, that in a kind revenge of what
You suffred Sir, I've made this false, and great
Seducer of Mankind, to suffer more.

Thw.
The Legend, Talmud, nor the Alcharon,
Have not such doubtfull tales as these; but make't
Appeare, I would have evidence!

Yo: Pal.
Then take't on my Religion Sir, he was
Layd up in durance for a Bawd before
He betrayd you to the same preferment!

Thw.
Shall this be justify'd, when my disgrace
Comes to be knowne; wilt thou then witnesse it?

Yo: Pal.
With a deepe oath! And Sir, to tempt more of
Your favours on poore mee, that ever mourn'd
For all your sufferings; know you shall now
See him inclos'd in a blind Chest; where hee
Lies bath'd Sir, in a greater swet than ere
Cornelius tooke in his owne Tub!

Thw.
Here amongst Sepulchers, and mallencholy bones:
Let mee but see't; and I will dye for joy,
To make thee instantly my heire!

Yo. Pal.
You shall; and yet ere the Sun rise, find him
Enthrall'd too in a new distresse!

Thw.
Do'st want money? bring mee to Parchment and
A Scriv'ner, Ile seale out two pound of Wax.—

Yo. Pall: knocks at the Chest.
Yo: Pal.
You Sir, my neer'st Ally, are you asleep?

Eld: Pal.
O Brother, art thou come! quick, let me forth.

Yo: Pal.
Here is a certaine friend of yours presents
His loving visit Sir!—

Opens the Wicket.
Eld. Pall.
Sir Morglay Thwack?
I had rather have seene my sister naked!

Thwack.
What, like a bashfull Badger doe you draw
Your head into your hole agen? Come sir,
Out with that sage Noddle, that has contriv'd
So cunningly for me, and your deare selfe!

Eld. Pall.
Here, take my Eielids Knight, and sow 'em up,
I dare not see thy face!

Thwack.
But what thinke you
Of a new Iourney from the North, to live
Here by your Wits; or midnight visits sir,
To the Mogols Neece!

Eld. Pall.
I have offended Knight!
Whip me with wire, headed with Rowels of
Sharpe Ripon Spurs! Ile endure any thing
Rather than thee!

Thwack.
Wee have (I thanke your bounteous braine)
Beene entertain'd with various consorts sir,
Of whispring Lutes, to sooth us into slumbers,
Spirits of Clare to bathe our Temples in,
And then the wholsome wombe of woman too,
That never teem'd, all this for nothing sir!

Yo: Pall.
Come, Ile let him forth!

Thwack.
Rogue! if thou lov'st me!
Nay, let him be confin'd thus, one short moneth!
Ile send him downe to Countrey Faires for a
New motion made, b'a Germane Ingener!

Yo: Pall.
'Las, he is my Brother.

Thwack.
Or for a solitary Ape,
Lead captive thus by th'Hollander, because
He came aloft for Spaine, and would not for the States!

Yo: Pall.
Sir Morglay leave your Lanthorne here, and stay
My comming at yon dore; Ile let him out!
But for the new distresse, I promis'd on
His person, take it on my manhood sir,
He feeles it strait!

Thwack.
Finely ensnar'd agen, and instantly!

Yo: Pall.
Have a good faith, and goe!

Exit Thwack.
Eld. Pall.
Deare Brother, wilt thou give me liberty!

Yo: Pall.
Vpon condition sir, you kisse these Hilts,
Sweare not to follow me, but here remaine
Vntill the Lady Ample shall consent,
To'th freedome I bestow!—

He kisses the Hilts.
Eld. Pall.
Tis done! a vow inviolate!

He opens the Chest and lets him out.
Yo. Pall.
Now silence Brother! not one curse, nor thankes—
Exit Yo. Pall.

Eld. Pall.
Fate, and a good Starr speed me! though I have
Long since amaz'd my selfe e'ne to a Marble,
Yet I have courage left, to aske, what this
Might meane? Was ever Two legg'd Man thus us'd!—

Enter Pert, Snore, & Watchmen.
Pert.
Pall, and his friend are gone, I must not stay
His sight; but after you have ceaz'd upon him
Lead him a Prisoner to the Lady too.—
Exit Pert.

Sno.
Warrant ye, though he were Gog, or Heldebrand!—

they lay hold on him.
Eld. Pal:
How now? What meane you Sirs?

Snore.
Yield to the Constable.

Eld. Pal.
'Tis yielded sir, that you are Constable!
But where have I offended!

Snore.
Heere Sir, you have committed Sacriledge,
And robb'd an Aldermans Tombe, of himselfe,
And his Two Sonnes kneeling in Brasse!

Eld. Pal.
How, Flea Monuments of their Brazen skinnes?

Snore.
Looke, a Darke Lanthorne, and an Iron Crow!
Fine evidence for a Iurie!—

Eld. Pall.
I like this plott! The Lady Ample and
My Brother, have most rare, triumphant Witts;
Now by this hand, I am most eagerly
In love with both; I finde I have deserv'd all;
And am resolv'd t'hugge them, and their designes;
Though they afflict me more, and more! Whither must I goe?

Snore.
Away with him! Saucie fellow! examine
The Kings Constable!—

Exeunt.
Enter Young Pallatine, Thwack, Ample, Luce, Meager.
Meager.
I am become your Guardians Iaylor, Lady;
Hee's safe lock'd in the Parlor, and there howles
Like a Dogg that sees a Witch flying!

Thwack.
I long to heare how my wise Tutor thrives
I'th new defeat!

Amp.
'Tis well you are converted!
Beleev't that Gentleman deserves your thankes.

Thwack.
Lady seale my conversion on you Lipp;
'Tis the first leading Kisse, that I intend
For after chastetie!—

kisses her.
Yo. Pal.
Luce, see you make the proposition good
Which I shall give my Brother from this Lady,
Or Ile so swaddle your small Bones.

Luce.
Sweet Pall, thou shalt. Madam, you'l please to stand
To what I lately mention'd to your owne desire?

Amp.
To ev'ry particle, and more.—

Enter Pert.
Pert.
Your Brother's come; this roome must be his prison.

Yo: Pall.
'Way Luce, away: stand in the Closet Madam,
That you may heare us both, and reach my call.

Thw.
Ile stay, and see him.

Yo: Pall.
No Knight; you are decreed Sir Tirants Iudge:
Goe that way Sir, and force him to compound.

Thwack.
Ile fine him soundly,
Till's Purse shrink like a Bladder in the fire.—

Ex. Amp. Luc. Thw. Meag. Pert.
Enter Snore, Elder Pallatine.
Snor.
Here Sir, this is your Iayle, too good for such
A great Offender.

Eld: Pall.
Sacriledge! very well.
Now all the Pulpit Cushions, all the Hearse Clothes,
And winding sheets, that have been stolne about
The Towne this yeare, will be laid to my charge!

Yo: Pall.
Pray leave us Master Constable, and looke
Vnto your other Bondman in the Parler.—

Exit Snore.
Eld: Pal.
This is the wittiest off-spring that our name
Ere had: I love him beyond hope, or lust,
My Father was no Poet sure, I wonder
How hee got him?

Yo. Pal.
I know you curse me now.

Eld. Pal.
Brother, introth you lie, and who ere believes it.

Yo: Pal.
Indeed you doe: Conjurers in a Circle,
That have rais'd up a wrong spirit, curse not
So much, nor yet so inwardly.

Eld: Pal.
I've a great mind to kisse thee.

Yo: Pal.
You have not sure?

Eld: Pal.
I shall do't, and eate up thy lips so far,
Till th'ast nothing left to cover thy teeth.

Yo: Pal.
And can you thinke all the afflictions you
Endur'd, were merited; first, for misleading
Morglay, your old friend; then, neglect of mee,
And haughty over-vallewing your selfe?

Eld: Pal.
Brother, I murmur not; the Traps that you
Have layd, were so ingenious, I could wish
To fall in them agen.

Yo: Pal.
The Lady Ample Sir,
There is the great contriver that hath weav'd
These knots so intricate and safe; 'Las, I
Was but her lowly Instrument.

Eld: Pall.
Ah that Lady! were I a King, shee should
Sit with me under my best Canopie,
A silver Scepter in her hand; with which,
I'd give her leave to breake my head for ev'ry fault
I did commit.

Yo: Pall.
But say, I bring this Lady Sir, unto
Your lawfull sheets; make her your bosome wife:
Besides, the plenty of her heritage,
How would it sound, that you had conquer'd her
Who hath so often conquer'd you?

Eld. Pall.
Deare Brother, no new plots.

Yo. Pall.
Six thousand pounds Sir is your yearly Rent;
A faire temptation to a discreet Lady:
Luce, hath fill'd both mine Eares with hope; besides,
I heard her say, shee nere should meet a man,
That she could more subdue with Wit, and Government.

Eld: Pall.
That Ile venture.

Yo: Pal.
Well, my first bounty is your freedome Sir;
For'th Constable obayes no Law, but mine.
And now, Madam! Appeare!—

Enter Ample, Luce.
Amp.
Y'are welcome 'mongst the living Sir?

Eld. Pal.
Lady, no words; if y'have but so much Mercie
As could secure one that your Eies affect.

Amp.
Why, you'r growne arrogant agen: d'you thinke
They are so weake, to affect you?

Eld. Pal.
I have a heart so kind unto my selfe,
To wish they could; O we should live.

Amp.
Not by our Wits.

Eld: Pal.
No, no! but with such soft content; still in
Conspiracie, how to betray our selves
To new delights, keepe harmonie, with no
More noyse, than what the upper motions make;
And this so constant too, Turtles themselves,
Seeing our faith, shall slight their owne, and pine
With jealousie.

Amp.
Luce, the youth talkes sence now, no Med'cine for
The braine, like to captivity in a darke Chest.

Yo: Pall.
O Madam, you are cruell!

Amp.
Well my sad Convertite: joy yet at this:
I've often made a vow, to marry on
That very day my Wardship is expir'd:
And two howres since, that liberty begun.

Luce.
Nay, heare her out! your wishes are so sawcie Sir.

Amp.
And know, my glory is dispatch. My Ancestors
Were of the fierie French, and taught me love,
Hot eagernesse, and haste!

Eld: Pall.
Let mee be rude
A while; lye with your judgement, and beget
Sages on that! My dearest, chiefest Lady!—

Amp.
Your braine's yet fowle, and will recoyle agen.

Eld: Pall.
No more: Ile swallow downe my Tongue!

Amp.
If Sir, your nature be so excellent,
As your kind Brother hath confirm'd to Luce,
And mee; follow, and Ile present you straight
With certaine writings you shall seale to, hood-winck'd,
And purely ignorant of what they are?
This is the swiftest, and the easiest test,
That I can make of your bold love; doe this,
Perhaps, I may vouchsafe to marrie you
The writings are within.

Eld: Pall.
Lead mee to triall, come!

Amp.
But Sir, if I should marry you; it is
In confidence, I have the better Wit;
And can subdue you still to quietnesse,
Meeke sufferings, and patient awe.

Eld: Pall.
You rap me still anew.

Yo: Pall.
In Luce, our hopes grow strong, and Giantly!

Exeunt.
Enter Thrift, Snore, Mist: Snore, Queasie, Ginet.
Ginet.
To him Mistrisse Snore; 'tis hee has kept
Your Husband from his Bed so long, to watch
Him for a Church Robberie!

Mist: Snor.
Ah, thou Iudas! I thought what thou'ldst come to!
Remember the Warrant thou sent'st for mee
Into Duck-lane, 'cause I call'd thy Mayd Trot!
When I was faine t'invite thy Clerke to a
Fee Pye, sent me b'a Temple Cooke, my Sisters Sweet-heart!

Quea.
Nay, and remember who was brought to bed
Under thy Coach house wall; when thou deuid'st
A wad of straw, and wouldst not joyne thy halfe-penny
To send fot Milke, for the poore Chrisome!

Snor.
Now you may sweeten me with Sugar-loaves
At New-yeares-tide, as I have you Sir.—

Enter Thwack, Pert, Meager, Engine.
Thw.
Wee'l teach you to rob Churches! S'light, hereafter
Wee of the Pious shall be afrayd to goe
To a long Exercise, for feare our Pockets should
Be pick'd! Come Sir, you see already how
The neighbours throng to find you; will you consent?
Tis but a thousand pounds a piece to these
Two Gentlemen; and five hundred more t'Engine.
Your crime is then conceal'd, and your selfe free.

Meag.
No, he may chuse, hee'l trust to'th kind hearted Law.

Pert.
Let him, and to Dame Iustice too, who though
Her Ladiship be blind, will grope hard Sir,
To find your Money Bags.

Engin.
Sir you are rich, besides, you know what you
Have got by your Wards death; I feare you will
Be begg'd at Court, unlesse you come off thus.

Thrift.
There is my Closet Key, doe what you please.

Engin.
Gentlemen, Ile lead you to it, follow me.

Thw.
D'you use to find such sums as these beneath
An Oke, after a long March; I thinke sure,
The wars are not so plentifull.

Pert.
Wee thinke so too.

Thw.
Y'had better traile a Bodkin, Gentlemen,
Under the Lady Ample, than a Pike
Under a German Generall.

Per.
Wee'l in for th'Mony Sir, and talk anon.

Ex. Eng. Per. Meag.
Enter Eld: Pallatine, Yo: Pallatine, Ample, Luce.
Yo: Pall.
Sir Tirant-Thrift, here is your Ward come from
The dead, t'indite you for a Robbery
Upon her Ghost.

Thrift.
Hah! Is shee alive too?

Luce.
Yes, and her Wardship out, before y'have profer'd her
A Husband Sir; so the best benefit
Of all your Guardianship is lost.

Ampl.
In seven long yeares you could not Sir provide
A man deform'd enough, to offer mee
For your owne ends.

Thrift.
Couzen'd of wealth, of fame! Dog Engine!
Ex. Thrift.

Thw.
Wee must have you enclos'd agen: y'are very
Forward with the Lady.

Eld: Pall.
I will be Sir,
Vntill shee groane! this Priest stayes somewhat long.

Thw.
How's this? troth I shall forgive thee then heartily.

Amp.
I've t'ane him i'th behalfe of health; to chide
And jeere, for recreation sake, 'twill keepe
Mee Sir, in breath, now I am past growing.

Eld: Pall.
Hearke Knight! here's rellish for your eares. I chose
None of your dull Country Madams, that spend
Their time in studying Receipts, to make
March-Pane, and preserve Plums; that talke
Of painfull Child-births, Servants wages, and
Their husbands good Complexion, and his Leg!

Thw.
New wonders yet!

El: Pall.
What was that (Mistris) which I seal'd to, hood-wink'd?
A simple triall of my confidence and love.

Amp.
Your Brother has it, tis a gift to him
Of one faire Mannor, 'mongst those many that you
Have in Possession Sir; and in this Bond,
Y'are witnesse to three thousand pounds I give to Luce!

Luce.
Yes Sir, for Pall and I must marry too.

Yo: Pall.
I were an Ev'nuch else, and th'world should know't.

Eld: Pall.
Thou couldst not have betrayd mee to a bounty
I more love. Brother! Give thee joy!—

Thw. takes Yo: Pall. aside.
Thw.
You are the cause of all these Miracles:
Therefore I desire you to be my heire;
By this good day you must: for I've t'ane order,
Though I love your Wit, you shall not live by it.

Yo: Pall.
My kind thanks Sir, the poore Mans gratitude.

Mist: Snor.
'Give you joy sweet Master Pallatine, and
Your Brother too.

Quea.
And send you more such wives,
Ev'ry yeare as many as shall please heaven.

Snor.
Tis day. Ile not to bed Sir now; my watch
Shall be drunke, at your worships wedding.

Yo: Pall.
They shall, and there is Gold enough to keepe
Them so, untill thy reigne be out.—

Enter Pert, Meager, Engine, with Money Bags.
Pert.
Loaden with composition Pall.—

Meag.
Tis for your sake wee grone under these burdens.—

Yo: Pall.
The Offall of Sir Tirants Trunks! Brother,
Pray know these Gentlemen, they owe you more
Money than they meane to pay now.

Eld: Pal.
I remember 'um: But no words my Cavalliers,
And you are safe. Where shall we dine to day?

Yo: Pal.
At Lucy's Aunts; wee'l make her costive Beldamship
Come off; when shee beholds a goodly joynture,
And our faire hopes.

Eld: Pall.
First, to the Church. Lady,
Ile make your skittish person sure. Some of
Your pleasant Arts upon mee, may become
A wise Example, and a Morall too;
Such as their haughty fancie well befits,
That undertake to live here by their Wits.

Exeunt omnes.