Here is a kind reprieve come from the king,
To bring him straight unto his majesty.
Sitf. Ay, ay, Sir Aalph, reprieves come now too late.
Oard, My conscience now tells me this deed was ill
Would Chnst that Cromwell were alive aoain !
Nor, Come, let us to the kins, who, well I know.
Will grieve for Cromwell, that his death ^was so. [Mxewnt onmee.
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** This play, if Shakspeare's at alV says Haditt, in his Lec-
tures, ** must have been among the sins of his youth."
PEESONS EEPEESENTED.
FLOWERDALE SENIOR* a Mer-
chant.
MATTHEW FLOWERDALE, his
son.
FLOWERDALE JUNIOR, Brother
to the Merchant,
SIR LANCELOT SPURCOCK.
SIR ARTHUR GREEN- 1
8mmj>, a Mauan,\ ,^,^
OUVER, a Devonshire \^^^^^^'
Clothier, J
WEATHERCOCK, a Parasite to Sir
Lancelot Spurcock.
CIVET, in love with Frattce*.
A CITIZEN.
DAFFODILL, \ Servants to Sir
ARTICHOKE, J Lancelot Spur-
cock.
DICK and RALPH, two cheating
Oamesters
RUFFIAN, a Pander.
SftATJTFq I Daughters to Sir
[wS, ' Jl^ncelot Spurcock.
CITIZEN'S WIFE.
Sheriff and Officers, Lieute-
nant and Soldiers, Drawers,
and other Attendants.
Scene.— London, and the parts adjacent
8CUNE L—Lotuhm,
ACTL
A Boom in Floweedalb Junior's
JEEouse.
Enter Elowebdale Senior and Elowebdale Junior.
Flow. Sen. Brother, from Yenice, being thus disguised,
I come, to prove the humours of my son.
How hath he borne himself since my departure,
I leaving you his patron and his guide ?
Flow. Jwn. T faith, brother, so, as you will grieve to hear.
And I almost ashamed to report it.
Flow. Sen. Why, how is't, brother? What, doth he spend
iM^oad the allowance I left mm ?
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Fhw. Jun, How! beyond that? and far more. Why, tout
exhibition* is nothing. He hath spent that, and since nath
borrowed : protested with oaths, alleged kindred, to wring
money from me,— fey the love I bore hie father i^hy the fortitnee
mght fall vpon Mmeelff— -to ftimish his wants: that done, I
have had sinoe. his bond, his friend and friend's bond. Althoush
I know thatt lie spends is yours, yet it grieves me to see iba
unbridled wildness that reigns over nim.
Flow. Sen. Brother, what is the manner of his hfe ? how is
the name of his ofi^ncesP If they do not relish altosether of
damnation, his vouth mav privilege his wantonness. I myself
ran an unbridlea course till thirty, nay, almost till forty : — well,
you see how I am. For vice once looked into with the eyes of
discretion, and well balanced with the weights of reason, the
course passed seem so abominable, that the landlord of himself,
which is the heart of his body, will rather entomb himself in the
earth, or seek a new tenant to remain in him ; which once set-
tled, now much better are they that in their vouth have known
all these vices, and left them, than those that Knew Uttle, and in
^eir age run into them ? Believe me, brother^ they that die
most virtuous, have in their youth hved most vicious : and none
knows the dagger of the fire more than he that falls into it. —
But say, how is the course of his life ? let* s hear his particulars.
Flow,Jun. Why. V\\ tell you, brother; he is a continual
swearer, and a breaker of his oaths; which is bad.
Flow. Sen. I ^nt indeed to swear is bad, but the not keep-
ing those oaths is better ; for who will sett by a bad thing ? Nay.
by my faith, I hold this rather a virtue than a vice. Well, I
mow. Jun. He is a mighty brawler, and ocmies commonly l^
the worst.
Flow. Sen. By my faith, this is none of the worst neither ; for
if he brawl, ana be beaten for it, it will in time make him shun
it jfor what brings man or child more to virtue than correction ?
— What reigns over him else ?
Flow. Jun. He is a great drinker, and one that vnll forget
himself.
Flow. Sen, O best of all ! vice should be forgotten : let him
drink on, so he drink not churches. Nay, an this be the worst,
I hold it rather a happiness in him, than any iniquity. Hath he
anymore attendants ?
Flow. Jun. Brother, he is one that will borrow of any man.
Flow. Sen. Why, you see. so doth the sea ; it borrows of all the
small currents in the world to increase himself.
Flow. Jun. Ay, but the sea pays it again, and so will never
your son.
Flow, Sen. No more would the sea neither, if it w^re as dry as
my son.
Flow. Jun. Then, brother. I see you rather like these vices in
your son, than any way condemn them.
Mow, Sen, Nay, mistake me not, brother; for though I slur
• AUowance. t (What). t (Store by).
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tham oyer now, m things slight and nothing, his crimes being
in the bud, it would gall my heart, they should ever reign in
him.
IL Flow, iwUhm]. Ho ! who's within, ho ?
[M. Elowebdals knocks toUkm,
Ftoto. Jun. That's your son ; he is oome to borrow more
money.
Flow. Sen. Por God's sake give it out I am dead : see how hell
take it. Say I have brought you news from his nither. I have
here drawn a formal wiU, as it were from myself which I'll
deliver him.
Flow. Jwn. Go to, brother, no more : I wilL
M. Flow. TJnde, where are you, unde ? [ WUhin.
Flow. Jun. Let my cousin in there.
Flow, Sen. I am a sailor come from Venice, and my name is
Ghristopher.
JSkUr M. Plowbbdalb.
JUL Flow, By the Lord, in truth, unde
Mow, Jun. In truth would have served, cousin, without the
lord.
M.FI0W, By your leave, uncle, the Lord is the Lord of
truth. A couple of rascals at the gate set upon me for my
purse.
Flow. Jun, You never come, but you bring a brawl in your
mouth.
M. Flow, By my truth, unde, you must needs lend me ten
pound.
Flow. Jun. Give my cousin.6ome small beer here.
M. Flow, Nay look you, you ium it to a jest now. By this
light, I should ride to Croydon fiur, to meet Sir Lancelot Spur-
oock; I should have his daughter Luce: and for scurvy ten
pound, a man shall lose nine hundred three score and odd
pounds, and a daily friend beside ! By this hand, unde, 'tis
true.
Flow. Jun. Why, ^ything is true, for aught I know.
3f. Flow. To see now !— -why, you shall have my bond, uncle,
or Tom White's, James Brodrs. or Nick Hall's ; as good rapier-
and-dagger-men as any be in England ; lef s be damned, if we
do not pay you : the worst of us all will not damn ourselves
for ten pound. A pox of ten i)Ound.
Flow. Jun. Cousm, this is not the first time I have believed
you.
M. Flow. Why, trust me now, you know not what mav faU.
If one thing were but true, I would not greatly care ; I Aould
not need ten pound;— but when a man cannot be bdieved,
there's it
Flow. Jun. Why, what is it, cousin P
M.FI0W. Marry, this, unde. Can you tell me if the Ca^^erifi«
and Hugh be come home or no P
Mow. Jun. Ay, marry, is't.
M. Flow. By God. I thank you for that news. What, ist in
the Fool, can you tell ?
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Flow, Jtm. It is ; what of that ?
M, Flow. What ? why then I have six pieces of velvet sent
me i FU give you a piece, uncle : for thus said the letter ;— A
piece of ash-colour, a three-piled black, a colour de roy,* a
crimson, a sad green,t and a purple : yes i* faith.
Flow. Jun. from whom should you receive this?
M. Flow. From whom ? why from my father : with commen-
dations to you, uncle : and thus he writes :—" I know (saith he)
thou hast much trouoled thy kind uncle, whom, God willing, at
my return I will see amply satisfied ;'' amply, I remember was
the very word : so God help me.
Flow. Jun. Have you the letter here ?
JbC FUw). Yes, I have the letter here, here is the letter: no,—
yes—no ;— let me see ; what breeches wore I o' Saturday ? Let
me see : o* Tuesday, my calamanco ; o' Wednesday, my i>each-
unole. those that you thought had been velvet; in those very
breecnes is the letter.
Flow. Jun. When should it be dated ?
M. Flow. Marry, deeimo tertio Septembrit — ^no, no ; decimo
iertio Octohris; ay, OctohriSy so it is.
Flow. Jun. Decimo tertio Octohris ! and here receive I a letter
that your father died in June. How say you, Eester ? §
Flow. Sen. Yes, truly. Sir, your father is dead ; these hands of
mine holp to wind him.
M. Flow. jyesA?
Flow. Sen. Av, Sir. dead.
M. Flow. 'Sblood. now should my father come dead ?
Flow. Sen. V faith. Sir, according to the old proverb :
The child was bom, and cried.
Became a man, after fell sick, and died.
Flow. Jun. ISay, cousin, do not take it so heavily.
M. Flow. Nay, I cannot ween you extempore : marry, some
two or three days hence I shall weep without any stintanoe.||
But I hope he died»in good memory.
Flow. Sen. Very well. Sir, and set down everything in good
order ; and the Catharine and JSuah, you talk'd of, I came over
in; and I saw all the bills of lading; and the velvet that you
talked of, there is no such aboard.
M. Flow. By God, I assure yoiL then there is knavery abroad.
Flow. Sen. I'll be sworn of ihat: there's knavery abroad,
althou^ there were never a piece of velvet in Venice.
M. Flow. I hope he d^ed in good estate.
Flow. Sen. To the rt^port of the world he did ; and made his
will, of which I am an unworthy bearer.
M. Flow. His will ! have 70U his will ?
Flow. Sen. Yes, Sir, and m the presence of your uncle I was
will'd to deliver it. iDelivers the will.
* A colour so called in honour of the king. t A grave green.
t My velvet. h An abbreviation of Christopher. 1 1. «. any stop. .
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Flow. Jun. I hope, cousin, now God hath bleesed you with
wealth/you will not be unmiiidfiil of me.
M, Flow, ril do reason, undo : yet i' &ith I take i^ denial of
this ten pound very hardly.
Flow. Jun. Nay, I denied you not.
M. Flow. By God you denied me directly.
Flow, Jun.. I'll be judsed by this good fellow.
Flow, Sen. Not directly, Sir.
M. Flow. Why, he said he would lend me none, and that had
wont to be a direct denial^ if the old phrase hold. Well, unde,
come, we'll fall to the legacies. [Beadt.'] ** In' the name of God,
Amen. — Item, I bequeath to my brother Mowerdale, three
hundred pounds, to pay such triyial debts as I owe in London.
" Item, to my son Mat. flowerdale, I bequeath two bale of
false dice, videtioet, high men and low men. iulloms, stop-oater^
trades, and other bones of funotioiL''* 'Solood what doth be
mean by this ?
Flow. Jun. Proceed, cousin.
M. Flow. " These precepts I leave him : Let him barow of
his oath ; for of his word nobody will trust him. Let him by no
means marry an honest woman ; for the other will keep herself.
Let him steal as much as he can, that a guilty conseienoe may
bring( him to his destinate repentance:'^—! think he means
hangmg. An this were his last will and testament, the devil
stooa lauehing at his bed's feet while he made it. 'Suood, whi^
doth he think to fob off his posterity with paradoxes ?
Flow. Sen. This he made. Sir, with his own hands.
3£ Flow, Ay, well ; nay, comcL good uncle, let me have this
ten pound : imagine you nave lost ii, or were robb'd of it, or mis-
reckon'd yourself so much ; any way to make it come easily ofi^
good unck.
Flow. Jun, Not a i)enny.
Flow. Sen. T faith lend it him, Sir. I mvself have an estate in
the city worth twen^ pound \ all that I'll engage for him : he
saitii it concerns him in a marnani.
JIL Flow. Ay, marry doHi it This is a fellow of some sense
this : come, good uncle.
Flow. Jun. Will you give your word for it, Kester ?
Flow. Sen. I will. Sir, wUlingly.
Flow. Jun. WeU, cousin, come to me an hour henoe, you shall
have it ready.
M, Flow. Shan I not fiul?
Flow, Jun, You shall not, come or send.
3f. Flow, Nay, I'll come myself.
Mow. Sen. By my troth, would I were your wwship's man.
M. Flow, What ? woulost thou serve ?
Flow, Sen, Very willingly. Sir,
* In the English Rogue, P. i. p. 323, edit 1680, we are told tbat ** high
fnUnms are those dice which are loaded in such a maimer as seldom to run
any other chance than four, five, or six ; low ftdlimis, or low men, are
those which usually run one, two, or three." Stop-cater-traies were pro-
bably dice prepared in such a manner as frequently to exhibit a four and t
three.
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M. Flow. Why 111 (ell tfaee what thou shalt do. Thoa say'gt
thou hast twenty pound : go into Birohin4ane, put thyself into
dothes : thou shait ride with me to Croydon Mr.
Flow. Sen, I thank you, Sir, I will attend you.
If. Flow, Well, unole, you will not fail me an hour henoe.
Flow. Jifn. I will not, cousin.
M, Flow. What's thy name? Kester?
Flow. Sen. Ay. Sir.
M. Flow. Well, provide thyself: uncle^ fareweU till anon.
(Fxit M. Flowebdale.
F^ow. Jwn. Brother, how do you like your son ?
Flow. Sen. V faith, lm>ther, like a mad unhridled oolt,
Or as a hawk, that never stooped to liure :
The one must he tamed with an iron hit,
The other must he wotch'd, or still she's wild.
Such is my son : awhile let him be so ;
For counsel still is folly's deadly foe.
Ill serve his youth, for youth must have his course ;
For being restrain'd, it makes him ten times worse :
His pride, his riot, all that may be named,
Time may recall, and all his inadness tamed. [Fxeunt.
SCFNF II. — The High-street in Croydon. An Inn appearing,
with an open drinking booth b^ore it.
JSnter SiB Lancelot Spurcock, Weathebcocz, Daffodil,
Abtiohoee, Luce, and Fbakces.
Sir Zone. Sirrah, Artichoke, eet you home before;
And as you proved yourself a calf in buying,
Drive home your fellow calves that you have bought.
Art. Yes, forsooth: Shall not my fellow Dwodil go along
with me ?
Sir Lane. No, Sir, no ; I must have one to wait on me.
Art. Daffodil, farewell, good fellow Daffodil
You may see, mistress, I am set up by the halves ;
Instead of waiting on you, I am sent to drive home calves. [Fxit.
Sir Lane. 1 * faith, Franke, I must turn away this Daffodil ;
He's grown a very foolish saucy fellow.
Fran. Indeed m, father, he was so since I had him :
Before, he was wise enough for a foolish serving-man.
Weath. But what say you to me. Sir Lancelot?
Sir Lane. O, about my daughters ?— well, I will go forward.
Here's two of thein, Grod save them; but the third,
O die's a stranger in her course of life :
She hath refused you. Master Weathercock.
Weath. Ay, by the rood. Sir Lancelot, that she hath : but had
she tried me, she should have found a man of me indeed.
fifijr Lane. Nay, be not angry, Sir, at her denial ;
She hath refused seven of the worshipftill'st
And worthiest housekeepers this day in Kent :
Indeed she will not marry. I suppose.
Weaih. The more fool she.
Smt Lane. What, is it folly to love chastity P
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212 LOWDON PBODiaJLL. [i-CT t.
Weath, No. no, mistake me not, Sir Lancelot ;
But 'tis an old i)roverb, and you know it well.
That women dyingf maids, lead apes in hell
Sir Lane. That is a foolish proverb and a false.
Weaih. By the mass. I think it be, and therefore let it go : but
who shall marry with Mistress Frances ?
Fran. By my troth they are talking of marrying me, sister.
Luce. Peace, let them talk :
Pools may have leave to prattle as they walk.
Daf. Sentences* still, sweet mistress :
You have a wit, an it were your alabaster.t
Luce, r faith and thy tongue trips trenchmore.t
Sir Lane. No, of mv knighthood, not a suitor yet,
Alas, Grod help her, silly girl, a fool, a very fool ;
But there's the other, black-brows, a shrewd girl.
She hath wit at will, and suitors two or three ;
Sir Arthur Greenshield one, a gallant knight^
A valiant soldier, but his power but poor ;
Then there's young Oliver, the De'n8hire§ lad,
A wary fellow, marrv full of wit,
And nch by the rood ; But there's a third, all air,
Light as a feather, changing as the wind ;
Young Plowerdale.
Weath. O, he. Sir, he's a desperate Dick indeed ;
Bar him your house.
Sir Lane. Pie, Sir, not so : he's of good parentage.
Weath. By my fay || and so he is, and a proper 1 man.
Sir Lane. Ay, proper enough, had hesood qualities.
Weath. Ay, marry, there's the point. Sir Lancelot ; for there's
an old saying:—
Be he rich, or be he poe,**
Be he high, or be he low :
Be he bom in bam or hall,
'Tis manners makes the man and all.
Sir Lane, You are in the right, Master Weathercock.
BnterCmsr^.
Ck>. 'Soul, I think I am sure cros8*d, or witch'd, with an owL
I have haunted them, inn after inn, booth after booth, yet can-
not find them. Ha^ yonder they are ; that's she. I hope to Grod
His she: nay, I know 'tis she now, for she treads her shoe a little
awry.
Sir Lane. Where is this inn ? We are past it, Daffodil
I^(tf. The good si^ is here, Sir, butthe oack gate is before.
Civ. Save you« Sur. I pray may I borrow a piece of a word
with you ?
I){tf. No pieces, Sir.
Civ. Why then tiie whole. I pray, Sir, what m^ yopder
gentlewomen be ?
* I. e. sajriQgs. t I.e. transparent as alabaster.
t TrencSunore was a ttareesovie reel. ^ Devonshire.
I Faith. 5 ^^^^ ** So in (dd language, moe for mor%
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Daf, They may be ladies, Sir, if the destinies and mortality
work.
Cio, What's her name, Sir ?
Daf. Mistress Frances Spuroock, Sir Lancelot Spurcock's
dau^ter.
Cw, Is she a maid. Sir ?
T>af. Tou may ask Pluto and Dame Proserpine that : J would
be loath to be riddled • Sir ?
Civ, Is she marrie(( I mean, Sir ?
T>af. The Pates know not yet what shoemaker shall make her
wedding shoes.
Civ, I pra,^ where inn you, Sir? I would be very glad to
bestow the wine of that fi;entlewoman.t
D^f. At the Oeorge, Sir.
Civ, God save you. Sir.
Detf. 1 pray your name, Sir ?
Civ, My name ia Master Civet, Sir.
Dqf, A sweet name ! God be with you, good Master Civet.
[Exit CrvET.
SHr Lane. Ha, have we spied you, stout St. George ? For all
Your drason, ^ou had best sell us good wine
That needs no ivy-bush. Well, well not sit by it,
As you do on your horse : This room shall serve :-«
Drawer.
JSnter DSAWEB,
Let me have sack for us old men :
For these girls and knaves small wines are the best.
A pint of sack,— no more.
JDraw, A quart of sack in the Three Tuns. [Exit.
Sir Lane. A pint, draw but a pint Daflfodil, call for wme to
Oiake yourselves dnnk.
Fran. And a cup of small beer, and a cake, good Daffodil.
P)A7F0D1L goe$ into the Aouse, and returns with wine, ^e.
Enter M. Flowebdjlle, and Flowebdals Seniob as his
Servant.
^ M. Flow. How now ? fie, sit in the open room ? Now good Sir
.^celot, and my kind friend, worshipful Master Weathercock !
nThat, at your pmt P A quart for shame.
Sir Lane. Nay, royster J by your leave we will away.
M. Flow. Come, give us some music, well go dance. Be gor^,
Sir Lancelot ! what, and fair-day too P
Luce. 'Tw^re foully done, to dance within the fair.
M. Flow. Nay, if you say so, fairest of all fairs, then Til not
dance. A pox upon my tailor, he hath spoUed me a peach-
colour satin suit, cut upon cloth of silver j§ but if ever the
rascal serve me such another trick, PU give him leave, i* faith, to
put me in the calendar of fools, and you, and you. Sir Lancelot,
• I. e. be sifted. t ^« «• s^d her a present of wine.
1 1, e. swagrgerer.
h I. e. with cloth of silver placed under all the cuts, openingrs, or slashes
in it.
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214 LONDON FBODIGAU [a€¥ I.
and Master Weathercock. My goldsmitli, too, on f other side —
I bespoke thee, Luce, a carcanet of gold,* and thought thou
shouldst have had it for a fairing; and the rogue ptU» me in
rerages for orient pearl :t but thou shait have it oy Sunday
night, wench.
Se-enter DeawEB.
Draw. Sir, here is one hath sent you a pottle of Bhenish wine»
brewed with rose-water.
J£.Flow, Tome?
Draw. No, Sir ; to the knight ; and desires his more aoqualnW
ance.
8ir Lane. To me ? what* s he that proves so kind ?
Dqf. I have a trick to know his name, Sir. He hath a
month's mind here to Mistress Frances; his name is Master
Civet.
Sir Lane. Call him in, DaffodiL [SxU Daffoml.
M. Flow. O, I know hinL Sir; he is a foot but reasonable
rich : his father was one of these lease-mongers,^ these corn-
mongers, these money-mongers; but he never had the wit to be
a whore-monger.
UfUer Civet.
Sir Lane. I promise yOu. Sir, you are at too much charge.
Civ. The churge is small charge, Sir; I thank God, my lather
left me wherewitnal. If it please you. Sir, I have a great mind
to this gentlewoman here, in the way of marriage.
Sir Lane, I thank you, Sir. Please you to come to Lewsham,
To my poor house, you snail be kindly welcome.
I knew your father ; he was a wary hu6band.§ —
To pay here. Drawer.
Draw. All is paid. Sir; this gentleman hath paid alL
Sir Lane. I' faith, you do us wrong ;
But we shall Uve to make amends ere long.
Master Flowerdale, is that your man ?
M. Flow. Yes, 'faith, a good old knave.
Sir Lane. 'Nay then I think
Tou will turn wise, now you take such a servant :
Come, you'll ride with us to Lewsham ; let's away ;
'TMs scarce two hours to the end of day. [Ewewnt.
* A carcanet was an ornament for the neck.
t Perhaps reragres has here the same meauing as reftise ; snch pearls as
have been left bdiind, after all the better sort had been selected firom
them.
t He probably alludes to some monopolies complained of at the time
§ A prudent manager.
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ACT n.
SCSKE L—A Mood near SiB Lancblot Spuecjock's Mouse,
i» Kent.
Enter SiB Abthub Gbeenshibld, Olitbb, Lieutenant, and
SOLDIEBS.
8ir Arth. lieutenant, lead your soldiers to the ships,
There let them haye their coats ; at their arrival
They shall have pay. Farewell ; look to your charge.
8ol. Ay. we are now sent away, and cannot so much as speak
with our iriends.
on. No man, what e'er you used a zuch a fashion, thick*
you cannot take your leave of your vreens ?t
Sir Arth. Fellow, no more ; Lieutenant, lead them off.
Sol. Well, if I have not my pay and my clothes, I'll venture a
mnning away, thou^ I hang for't.
Sir Arth. Away, sirrah : charm your tongue, t
[Sxeuni LIEUTENANT and SOLDIEBS.
OH. Bin you a pressor, Sir P
Sir Arth. I am a commander, Sir, under the king.
on. 'Sfoot. man, an you be ne'er zutoh a commander, shud
a§ spoke with my vreens before I chid a|| gone ; so chid.
Sir Arth. Content yourself, man ; my authority will stretch
to press so good a man as you.
Oli. Press me? I devy;iF press scoundrels, and thy mes-
sels.** Press me ! che scorns thee, i' faith ; for seest thee,
here's a worshipful knight knows, chamff not to be pressed by
thee.
Enter SiB Lancelot, Weathercock, M. Flowebdale,
Flowebdale Seniob, Luce, and Frances.
Sir Lane. Sir Arthur, welcome to Lewsham ; welcome by my
troth. What's the matter, man ? why are you vexed ?
Oli. Why, man, he would press me.
Sir Lane. O fie, Sir Arthur, press him? he is a man of
reckoning.
Weath. Ay, that he is. Sir Arthur ; he hath the nobles, the
golden ruddocks he.tt
Sir Arth. The fitter for the wars : and were he not
In &vour with your worships, he should see ,
That I have newer to press so good as he.
OU. Chill§§ stand to the trial, so chiU.
M. Flow. Ay, marry shall he. Press cloth and kersey, white-
pot |(|| and drowsen broth !^^ tut, tut, he cannot
* Are you used in such a fashion that. f Friends. .
t I. e. hold your peace. ^ I should have. B Should have.
5 Defy thee. *• Lepers ; insignificant persons. tt I am.
It Ruddock (the red-breast) was a cant phrase for money.
s\ I Shan. V I A favourite dish in Devonshire.
%% A common beverage in Devonshire.
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on. "Well. Sir. though you vlouten* cloth and karsey, che 'a
zeen zutchr a karsey-coat wear out the town sick a silken
jacket as thick t a one you wear.
M. Flow. Well said, vlittan vlattan. §
Oli. Ay, and well said, cooknelL || and Bow-bell too. What
dost think cham aveardlT of thy zilken coat ? no vear vor thee.
Sir Lane. >lay come, no more : be all lovers and friends.
JTeath. Ay, 'tis best so, axxi Master Ohver.
M. Flow. Is your name Master Oliver, I pray you ?
Oli. What tit and be tit, and grieve you.
M. Flow. No, but I'd gladly know if a man might not have a
foolish plot out of Master Oliver to work upon.
Oli. Work thy plots upon me ! Stand aside : work thy foolish
plots upon me, chill so use thee, thou wert never so used since
thy dame bound thy head.** Work upon me I
M. Flow. Let him come, let him come.
Oli. Zyrrha, zyrrha, if it were not vor shame, che would *a
given thee zutch a whister-poopff under the ear, che would have
made thee a vangedtt another at my feet : Stand aside, let me