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Actvs V.
Scena I.
Plotwell. Aurelia. Bright. Newcut. Quartfield. Salewit. Roseclap. two Footmen. Cypher.Plotw.
Well Sister, by this hand J was afraid
You had marr'd all; but I am well content
You have out-reacht me. If she doe act it well now,
By Jove I'le have her.
Aur.
She hath studied all
Her Cues already.
Plotw.
Gentlemen, how doe
You like the project?
Br.
Theirs was dull and cold
Compared to ours.
New.
Some Poet will steale from us
And bring't into a Comœdy.
Quartf.
The jest
Will more inspire then sack.
Plotw.
I have got Cypher
Over to our side too; He has been up and down
Ent. Salewit
To invite Guests to th'wedding. How now Salewit, like a Curat
Are they gone home?
Salew.
Yes faith, for better, for worse;
I've read a Fiction out of Rablais to 'em,
In a religious tone, which he believes
For good French Liturgie. When J had done
There came a Christning.
Plotw.
And didst thou baptize
Out of thy Rablais too?
Salew.
No faith, J left 'em
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Br.
Newcut,
Who does he look like in that dresse?
New.
Hum? why
Like a Geneva Weaver, in black, who left
The Loome and entred into th'Ministery
For conscience sake.
Plotw.
Well Gentlemen you all
Doe know your parts, you Captaine, and Baneswright
Goe get your properties. For you two, These
Two Mules shall carry you in greater state,
And more ease then the Fistula. You sister
We'l leave unto your Knight, to come anon.
Roseclap and J will thither straight. You Cypher
Know what you have to doe?
Sale.
And as for me
I'me an invited Guest, and am to blesse
The Venison in French, or in a Grace
Of broken English.
Quartf.
Before we doe divide
Our Army, let us dip our Rosemaries
In one rich bowle of sack to this brave girle,
And to the Gentleman that was my Fish.
All.
Agreed, Agreed.
Plotw.
Captaine you shall dip first.
Exeunt.
Scena II.
Ware-house. Dorcas.
My dearest Dorcas, welcome. Here you see
The house you must be mistresse of, which with
This kisse I doe confirme unto you.
Dor.
Forbeare, Sir.
Wareh.
How wife, refuse to kisse me?
Dor.
Yes, unlesse
A sweeter ayre came from you; y' have turnd my stomack.
I wonder you can be so rude to aske me,
Knowing your Lungs are perisht.
Wareh.
This is rare.
That I should live to this great age, and never
Till now know I was rotten!
Dor.
I shall never
Endure your Conversation; I hope you have
Contriv'd two Beds, two Chambers, and two Tables;
It is an Article that I should live,
Retir'd, that is, a part.
Wareh.
But pray you wife
Are you in earnest.
Dor.
D'you think Jle jest with age?
War.
Will you not lie with me then?
Dor.
Did ever Man
Of your haires ask such questions? J doe blush
At your unreasonablenesse.
War.
Nay then—
Dor.
Ist fit J should be buried?
Wareh.
I reach you not.
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Why to lye with you were a direct Emblem
Of going to my grave.
Wareh.
I understand you.
Dor.
I'le have your picture set in my wedding ring
For a Deaths head.
Wareh.
I doe conceave you.
Dor.
I'de
Rather lie with an ancient Tombe, or embrace
An Ancestor then you. D'you think I'le come
Between your winding sheets? For what? to heare you
Depart all night, and fetch your last groane? and
Ith'morning finde a Deluge on the floore,
Your Entrailes floating, and halfe my husband spit
Upon the Arras?
Ware.
I am married—
Dor.
Then,
For your abilities, should twelve good women
Sit on these reverend locks, and on your heat,
And naturall appetite, they would just finde you
As youthfull as a Coffin, and as hot
As th'sultry winter that froze ore the Thames;
They say the hard time did begin from you.
Wareh.
Good, I am made the curse of Watermen.
Dor.
Your humours come frost from you, and your nose
Hath ycicles in Iune.
War.
Assist me patience.
Why heare you mistresse, you that have a feaver,
And Dog daies in your bloud, if you knew this
Why did you marry me?
Dor.
Ha, ha, ha.
War.
She laughs.
Dor.
That your experienced ache, that hath felt springs
And falls this forty yeare, should be so dull
To think J have not them that shall supply
Your cold defects.
War.
You have your servants then?
And I am forkt? hum?
Dor.
Doe you think
A woman young, high in her bloud—.
War.
And hot
As Goats, or Marmosites—
Dor.
Apt to take flame at
Tvery temptation—
War.
And to kindle at
Ehe picture of a Man—
Dor.
Would wed dust, ashes,
A Monument, unlesse she were—
War.
Crackt, tried,
And broken up?—
Dor.
Right, Sir, or lackt a Cloke?
War.
Mischiefe and Hell, and was there none to make
Your cloke but I?
Dor.
Not so well lin'd.
War.
O you
Staid for a wealthie Cuckold, your tame beast
Must have his guilded hornes.
Dor.
Yes, Sir, Besides
Your age being impotent, you would I knew
In conscience winke at my stolne helps, if I
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War.
Yes, yes, yes, yes,
You shall be comforted, I will maintaine
A Stallion for you.
Dor.
I will have friends come to me
So you'l conceale.
War.
Alas, I'le be your Pander;
Deliver letters for you, and keep the doore.
Dor.
I'le have a woman shall doe that.
War.
O impudence!
Unheard of impudence!
Dor.
Then, Sir, I'le look
Your Coffers shall maintaine me at my rate.
War.
How's that?
Dor.
Why like a Ladie; for I doe mean
To have you Knighted.
War.
I shall rise to honour.
Dor.
D'you think Ile have your Factor move before me,
Like a Device stirr'd by a wier, or like
Some grave Clock wound up to a regular pace?
War.
No, you shall have your Usher, Dame, to stalk
Before you like a buskind Prologue, in
A stately, high, majestick motion, bare.
Dor.
I doe expect it; yes, Sir, and my Coach,
Six horses, and Postilion; foure are fit
For them that have a charge of Children; you
And I shall never have any.
War.
If we have,
All Middlesex is Father.
Dor.
Then Jle have
My Footman to run by me when I visit,
Or take the ayre sometimes in Hide-park.
War.
You,
Besides being chast, are good at Races too?
You can be a Iockey for a need?
Dor.
Y'are pleasant, Sir.
War.
Why hark you, hark you, Mistresse, you told me
You lov'd retirement, loved not visits, and bargaind
I should not carry you abroad.
Dor.
You? no;
Ist fit I should be seen at Court with you?
Such an odde sight as you, would make the Ladies
Have melancholy thoughts.
War.
You bound me too
I should not goe to Sea, you lov'd me so
You could not be without me.
Dor.
Not if you staid
Above a yeare; for should I, in a long voyage,
Prove fruitfull, I should want a father to
The Infant.
War.
Most politiquely kinde,
And like a Whore perfect ith' mystery.
It is beyond my sufferance.
Dor.
Pray, Sir, vex,
I'le in, and see your Jewels, and make choice
Of some for every day, and some to weare
Exit.
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War.
Tis very good. Two daies.
Of this I shall grow mad, or, to redeeme
My selfe, commit some outrage—O—O—O.
Scena III.
To him Plotwell. and Roseclap.Plotw.
Sir, I am sorry such a light offence
Should make such deep impressions in you; But that
which more afflicts me then the losse of my
Great hopes, is, that y'are likely to be abus'd, Sir,
Strangely abus'd, Sir, by one Baneswright. I heare
You are to marry.
War.
Did you heare so?
Plotw.
Madam Aurelia's woman.
War.
What of her, Sir?
Plotw.
Why, Sir, I thought it duty to informe you,
That you were better match a ruind Bawd;
One ten times cured by sweating, and the Tub,
Or paind now with her fiftieth Ach, whom not
The power of Vsquebaugh, or heat of feavers
Quickens enough to wish; one of such looks,
That Judges of Assize, without more proofe,
Suspect, arraigne, and burn for witchcraft.
War.
Why pray?
Plotw.
For she being past all motions, impotence
Will be a kinde of chastity, and you
Might have her to your selfe, but here is one
Knowes this to be—
War.
An arrant whore?
Ros.
I see
You have heard of her, Sir; Indeed she has
Done pennance thrice.
War.
How say you, pennance?
Rosc.
Yes, Sir,
And should have sufferd—
War.
Carting should she not?
Ros.
The Marshall had her, Sir.
War.
I sweat, I sweat.
Ros.
She's of knowne practice, Sir: the clothes she weares
Are but her quarters sinnes, she has no linnen
But what she first offends for.
War.
O blest Heaven
Look downe upon me.
Plotw.
Nay, Sir, which is more,
She has three children living, has had foure.
War.
How? Children? Children say you?
Plot.
Ask him Sir,
One by a French Man.
Ros.
Another by a Dutch.
Plotw.
A third, Sir, by a Moore, borne of two colours.
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War.
Why she has known then
All Tongues and Nations.
Ros.
She has been layne with farther
Then ever Coryat travaild, and layne in
By two parts of the Map, Afrique, and Europe.
As if the State maintaind her to allay
The heat of Forrainers.
VVar.
O—O—O—O.
Plotw.
What aile you, Sir?
War.
O Nephew I am not well,
J am not well.
Plot.
I hope you are not married.
War.
It is too true.
Ros.
God help you then.
War.
Amen;
Nephew forgive me.
Ros.
Alas good Gentleman.
Plot.
Would you trust Baneswright, Sir?
War.
Nephew in Hell
There's not a torment for him; O that I could
But see that cheating Rogue upon the rack now:
I'de give a thousand pound for every stretch,
That should enlarge the Rogue through all his joints,
And but just show him hell, and then recall
His broking soule, and give him strength to suffer
His torture often; J would have the Rascall
Think hanging a reliefe, and be as long
A dying as a chopt Eele, that the Divell
Might have his soule by peeces, who's here? a Saylor?
Enter Cypher like a Saylor.
Scena. IV.
To them Cypher.Cyph.
Are you, Sir, Ware-house, the rich Merchant?
war.
Sir,
My name is Ware-house.
Cy.
Then you are not, Sir,
So rich by two ships as you were.
VVar.
How meane you?
Cyph.
Your two ships, Sir, that were now comming home
From Ormus are both cast away; the wrack
And burden on the place was valewd at
Some forty thousand pound. All the men perisht,
By th'violence of the storme, only my selfe
Preserv'd my life by swimming, till a ship
Of Bristoll took me up, and brought me home
To be the sad reporter.
VVar.
Was nothing sav'd?
Cyph.
Two small Caskes; one of blew Figs, the other
Of pickeld Mushromes; which serv'd me for bladders,
And kept me up from sinking. Twas a storme
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Rose of a sudden with that tempestuous force—
VVar.
Prithee no more; I have heard too much. Would I
Had been ith' tempest.
Cyph.
Good your worship give
A poore sea-faring man your charitie,
To carry me back againe. I'me come aboue
A hundred mile to tell you this.
VVar.
Goe in,
And let my Factor if he be come in,
Reward thee, stay and sup to.
Cyph.
Thank your Worship
VVar.
Why should I not now hang my selfe? Or if
Ex. Cyp.
It be a fate that will more hide it selfe,
And keep me from discredit, tie some weight
About my neck, to sink me to the bottome
Oth' Thames, not to be found, to keep my body,
From rising up and telling tales. Two wracks?
And both worth forty thousand pound there? why
That landed here, were worth an hundred. J
Will drown my selfe; I nothing have to doe
Now in this world but drown my selfe.
Plotw.
Fie these
Are desperate resolutions. Take heart, Sir,
There may be waies yet to relieve your.
VVar.
How?
Plotw.
Why for your lost ships, say, Sir, I should bring
Two oth' Assurance Office that should warrant
Their safe returne, tis not knowne yet. Would you
Give three parts to secure the fourth?
War.
I'de give
Ten to secure one.
Plotw.
Well, Sir, and for your Wife,
Say J should prove it were no lawfull match;
And that she is another Mans? you'd take
the peece of service well.
War.
Yes, and repent
That when I had so good an Heyre begot
Unto my hand, I was so rash to aime
At one of my own dotage.
Plot.
Say no more, Sir,
But keep the Saylor that he stir not. Wee'l
Exit Plotwell & Roscl.
About it straight.
War.
How much I was deceiv'd
To think ill of my Nephew. In whose revenge
I see the Heavens frowne on me; Seas and Winds
Swell and rage for him against me. But J will
Appease their furies, and be reconciled.
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Scena. V.
To him Sea-thrift. Ms Sea-thrift Ms Holland. Ms Scruple.Ms Sea.
Much joy to you, Sir, you have made quick dispatch
I like a man that can love, wooe, & wed,
All in an houre, my husband was so long
A getting me, so many friends consents
Were to be askt, that when we came to Church
Twas not a Marriage, but our times were out,
And we were there made free of one another.
Ms Holl.
I lookt to find you abed, and a young Sheriffe
Begot by this. My husband, when I came
From Church, by this time had his Cawdle; I
Had not a Garter left, nor he a point.
Ms Scru.
Surely all that my husband did the first
Night we were married, was to call for one
Of his wrought Caps more, to allay his Rheume.
Ms Holl.
We heare y'haue matcht a Courtier, Sir, a Gallant;
One that can spring fire in your Bloud, and dart
Fresh flames into you.
Ms Sea.
Sir, you are not merry.
Me thinks you doe not look as you were married.
Ms Holl.
You rather look as you had lost your Love.
Ms Scru.
Or, else as if your Spouse Sir, had rebukt you
Sea.
How is it, Sir? you feel have brought along
My Fidlers with me; my Wife and Ms Holland
Are good winde Instruments. Tis enough for me
To put on sadnesse.
War.
You, Sir, have no cause.
Seath.
Not I? aske Ms Scruple. I have lost
My Daughter, Sir she's stolne. Then, Sir, I have
A spendthrift to my sonne.
Wareh.
These are felicities
Compard to me. You have not matcht a Whore, Sir,
Nor lost two ships at sea.
Sea.
Nor you, J hope.
VVar.
Truth is you are my friends. I am abus'd,
Grossely fetcht over. I have matcht a Stewes;
The notedst woman oth' Towne.
Ms Seath.
Indeed J heard
She was a Chamber-maid.
Ms Holl.
And they by their place,
Doe wait upon the Lady, but belong
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Sea.
But is this true?
War.
Here was
My Nephew just now, and one Roseclap, who tell me
She has three Children living; one dapple grey,
Halfe Moore, halfe English. Knowes as many men
As she that sinnd by th'Calendar, and divided
The nights oth' yeare with severall men.
Sea.
Blesse me goodnesse!
War.
Then like a mad condemnd to all misfortunes,
J have estated her in all I have.
sea.
How?
War.
Under hand & seale, Sir, irrecoverably.
Enter Salewit.
Scena. VI.
To them Sale-wit.Ms Holl.
Look Ms Scruple here's your husband.
Sale.
Bee
The leave ofe the faire Companeè.
Ms Scrup.
My Husband?
His cold keeps him at home. surely J take
This to be some Dutch Elder.
Sal.
Were is
The Breed an Breed-groome? Oh, Monsieur, J'me com't
To give you zhoy, and blesse your Capòn; were
Is your faire Breed?
War.
O Monsieur, you have joynd me
To a chast Virgin. Would when J came to you
Y' had used your Ceremonies about my Funerall.
Sal.
Foonerall? Is your Breed dead?
War.
Would she were.
I'de double your Fee, Monsieur, to burie her.
Sal.
Ee can but leetle English.
War.
No, J see
You are but new come over.
Sal.
Dover? Tere
Ee landed.
War.
J, Sir, pray walk in; that doore
Will land you in my dining roome.
Sal.
Ee tank you.
Exit.
War.
This is the Priest that married us.
Sea.
This is
A French-man ist not?
War.
Twas at the French Church.
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Scena VII.
Enter to them two Footmen bearing the Frame of a great Picture. Curtains drawne.1 Foot.
Set'em down gently, so.
2 Foo.
They make me sweat.
Pictures quoth you? slight they have weight enough
To be the Parties.
1 Foot.
My Lady, Sir, has sent
A Present to your wife.
War.
What Ladie pray?
1 Foot.
Madam Aurelia, Sir.
War.
Oh—
2 Foot.
Sir, they are
A brace of Pictures with which my Ladie praies
She will adorne her Chamber.
Ware.
Male Pictures pray,
Or Female?
1 Foot.
Why d'you aske?
Ware-h.
Because me thinks
It should be Mars and Uenus in a Net,
Aretines postures, or a naked Nymph,
Lying asleep, and some lascivious Satyr
Taking her lineaments. These are pictures which
Delight my wife.
2 Foot.
These are Night-peeces, Sir,
Ms Holl.
Lord how I long to see'em? I have at home
The finest ravisht Lucrece!
Ms Scru.
So have I
The finest fall of Babylon! There is
A fat Monk spewing Churches, save your presence.
Ms Holl.
Pray will you open 'em.
1 Foot.
My Lady charged us
None should have sight of 'em, Sir, but your wife.
War.
Because you make so dainty, I will see'em.
2 Foot.
Tis out of our Commission.
War.
But not of mine.
Draws the Curtaine within are discovered Bright. & Newcut.
Hell and damnation!
1 Foot.
How d'you like'em, Sir?
Ms Holl.
Look they are picturd in their clothes.
Ms Sea.
They stir too.
2 Foot.
Sir, they are drawn to life; a Masters Hand
Went to 'em, I assure you.
War.
Out Varlets, Bawds
Panders, avoid my house. O Divell! are you
They come out.
My wives Night-peeces?
Br.
Sir, you are rude, uncivill,
And would be beaten.
New.
We cannot come in private
On businesse to your wife, but you must be
Inquisitive, Sir? Thank God tis in your own house,
The place protects you.
Br.
If such an Insolence
Scape unreveng'd, henceforth no Ladies shall
Enter Dor.
Have secret servants.
New.
Here she comes, we'l ask
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War.
Why this is far beyond example rare.
Now I conceive what is Platonick Love,
Tis to have men like Pictures brought disguised,
To Cuckold us with vertue.
They whisper.
Scena VIII.
To them Dorcas.Dor.
He would not offer't would he?
Br.
We have been
In danger to be searcht; hereafter we
Must first be questiond by an Officer,
And bring it under hands we are no Men,
Or have nought dangerous about us, before
We shall obtaine accesse.
New.
We doe expect
In time your Husband to preserve you chast,
Should keep you with a gard of Eunuchs; or
Confine you, like Jtalians, to a roome
Where no male Beast is pictur'd, least the sight
Of ought that can beget, should stir desires.
Dor.
I mar'le, Sir, who did licence you to prie,
Or spie out any friends that come to me;
It showes an unbred Curiosity;
Which J'le correct hereafter, you will dare
To break up Letters shortly, and examine
My Taylor, least when he brings home my gowne
There be a Man in't. J'le have whom I list,
In what disguise I list, and when I list,
And not have your fower eies so sawcy, to peep,
As if you by prevention meant to kill
A Basilisk.
War.
Mistresse, doe what you list,
Send for your Couch out, lie with your Gallants there
Before us all. Or if you have a minde
To fellowes that can lift weights, I can call
Two Footmen too:
Sea.
You are too patient, Sir.
Send for the Marshall, and discharge your house.
Ms Sea.
Truly a handsome woman, what pittie tis
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Ms Holl.
Two proper Gentlemen too.
Lord that such Pictures might be sent to me.
Scena Ultima.
Enter to them Plotwell and Roseclap with Baneswright and Quartfield disguised.VVar.
O Nephew welcome to my ransome; here
My house is made a new Erection; Gallants
Are brought in varied formes. Had I not lookt
By providence into that frame, These two
Had been conveighd for Night-peeces and Lantskips
Into my chast Brides chamber. Till now she took
And let her selfe out; now she will be able
To hire, and buy Offenders.
Plot.
J'le ease you, Sir.
We Two have made a full discovery of her.
Ros.
She's marri'd to another man, Sir.
War.
Good.
Nephew thou art my blessed Angell: who
Are these two?
Plotw.
Two that will secure your Ships;
Sent by the Office. Seale you, Sir, Th'have brought
Th'Assurance with 'em.
War.
Nephew thou wert borne
To be my deare preserver
Plotw.
It is dutie, Sir,
To help you out with your misfortunes. Gentlemen,
Produce your Jnstruments. Uncle put your seale,
They subscribe seal & deliver interchangeably
And write your name here, they will doe the like
To the other parchment. So, now deliver.
War.
I doe deliver this as my Act and Deed.
Ban., Quart.
And we this as our Act and Deed.
Pl.
Pray Gentlemen
Be witnesse here. Vpon a doubtfull Rumour
Of two Ships wrackt as they return'd from Ormus,
My Uncle Covenants to give three parts
To have the fourth secured. And these two here
Sea. Ros. Br. New. subscribe as witnesses.
As Delegates of the Office, undertake
At that rate to assure them. Uncle now
Call forth the Saylor, and send for the Priest
Ent. Sale. & Cyph.
That married you.
War.
Look here they come.
Plot.
First then,
Not to afflict you longer, Uncle, since
We now are quit, know, all this was my project.
War.
How?
Plot.
Your two Ships are richly landed: if
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Cyph. undisguises.
Transformd to Cypher, can tell you.
Cyp.
Tis very true, Sir.
I hired this travailing case of one oth' Sailors,
That came in one of 'em. They lie at Black-wall.
Troth I in pitty, Sir, to Mr Plotwell,
Thought it my duty to deceive you.
War.
Very well, Sir.
What are these Masquers too?
Plot.
Faith, Sir, these
Ex. Cyph. they undisguise.
Can change their formes too. They are two friends
Worth threescore thousand pound, Sir, to my use.
War.
Baneswright, and Captain Quartfield!
Qu.
Nay old boy
Th'hast a good penny-worth on't. The jest is worth
Three parts of foure.
Ban.
Faith, Sir, we hope you'l pay
Tunnage and Poundage into th'bargaine.
War.
O
You are a precious Rogue, you ha preferr'd me
To a chast Lucrece, Sirrah.
Ban.
Your Nephew, Sir,
Hath married her with all her faults, They are
New come from Church.
War.
How?
Pl.
Wonder not, Sir, you
Were marri'd but in jest. Twas no Churchforme,
But a fine Legend out of Rablais.
Sal.
Troth
Salw. undisguises.
This reverend weed cast off, I'me a lay Poet,
And cannot marry unless't be in a Play,
In the fift Act, or so; and thats almost
Worne out of fashion too.
Ms Sea.
These are the two
That showd my sonne.
Ms Holl.
Lets have our mony back.
Plotw.
But Uncle for the Joynture, you have made her,
J hope you'l not retract. That and three parts
Of your two Sips, besides what you will leave
Us at your death, will make a pretty stock
For young beginners.
War.
Am I o'rereacht so finely?
Sea.
But are you married, Sir, in earnest?
Plot.
Troth,
We have not been abed yet, but may goe,
And no Law broken.
Sea.
Then I must tell you, Sir,
Y' have wronged me, and I look for satisfaction.
Plotw.
Why? I beseech you, Sir.
Sea.
Sir, were not you
Betrotht once to my daughter?
Ms Seath.
And did not I,
And Ms Holland help to make you sure?
Plot.
I doe confesse it.
Sea.
Beare witnesse, Gentlemen,
He doth confesse it.
Plot.
I'le sweare it too, Sir.
Sea.
Why
Then have you matcht this woman?
Plot.
Why? because
This is your Daughter, Sir, I'me hers by Conquest,
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Sea.
Ist possible I should
Be out in my own child so?
Ms Sea.
I told you husband.
Ms Scru.
Surely my spirit gave me it twas she.
And yet to see, now you have not your Wire,
Nor Citie Ruffe on, Mistresse Sue, how these
Clothes doe beguile. Jntruth I took you for
A Gentlewoman.
Sea.
Here be rare plots indeed.
Why how now, Sir, these young heads have outgone us.
Was my Sonne oth' plot too?
Plotw.
Faith, Sir, he
Is marryed too; I did strike up a wedding
Ent. Tim. Aut.
Between him and my sister, Pen. Look, Sir,
They come without their Maidenheads.
Sea.
Why this
Is better still. Now, Sir, you might have askt
Consent of Parents.
Tim.
Pray forgive me, Sir.
I thought I had match a Ladie, but she proves—
Sea.
Much better, Sir; I'de chide you as a Fish
But that your choice pleads for you.
Tim.
Mother pray
Salute my wife, and tell me if one may not
Lie with her lips; nay you too, Ms Holland;
You taught her to make Shirts and Bonelace; she's
Out of her time now.
Ms Holl.
I release her, Sir.
War.
I took your sister for a Ladie, Nephew.
Plot.
I kept her like one, Sir, my Temple scores
Went to maintaine the Title, out of hope
To gaine some great match for her, which you see
Is come to passe.
War.
Well, Mr Seathrift, things
Are just fallen out as we contrivd'em; I
Grieve not I am deceived. Believe me, Gentlemen,
You all did your parts well; twas carried cleanly;
And though I could take some things ill of you
Faire Mistresse, yet twas plot, and I forget it;
Lets in and make'em Portions.
Sea.
Lead the way, Sir.
Ban.
Pray stay a litle.
War.
More Revelations yet?
Ban.
I all this while have stood behinde the Curtaine;
You have a brother Sir, and you a father.
Plot.
If he doe live, I have.
Ban.
He in his time
Was held the wealthiest Merchant on th'Exchange.
War.
Tis true, but that his shipwracks broke him.
Ban.
And
The debt for which he broke I heare you have
Compounded.
Sea.
I am paid it.
Ban.
Then I thank you.
Baneswr. undisguises
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My brother Plotwell!
Ban.
Sonne I wish you joy.
Plot.
O my blest starres! my Father.
Ban.
And to you fayre Mistresse
Let it not breed repentance that I have,
For my security to scape your Father,
A while descended from my selfe to this
Unworthy shape. Now I can cast it off,
And be my true selfe. I have a ship which fame
Gave out for lost but just now landed too
Worth twenty thousand pounds towards your Match.
Sea.
Better and better still.
War.
VVell what was wanting
Unto our joyes and made these Nuptials
Imperfect. Brother you by your discovery
Enter Cypher.
Have fully added.
Cyph.
Sir, The two Sheriffs are
Within and have both brought their Wives.
War.
The Feast
Intended for my wedding shall be yours.
To which I adde may you so love, to say
When old, your time was but one Marriage Day.
FINIS.
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