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Greedy. In troth, my lord, after the sun is up With her, my lord, comes to you; nor shall you I cannot sleep; for I have a foolish stomach,
have That croaks for breakfast. With your lordship's One motive to induce you to believe favour,
I live too long, since every year I'll add I have a serious question to demand
Something unto the heap, which shall be yours Of my worthy friend, sir Giles. Lov. Pray you, use your pleasure.
Lov. You are a right kind father. Greedy. How far, sir Giles-and, pray you, an
Over. You shall have reason
To think me such. How do you like this seat? Upon your credit-hold you it to be
It is well wooded and well watered, the acres From your manor house to this of my lady All- Fertile and rich; would it serve for change worth's ?
To entertain your friends in a summer's progress? Over. Why, some four miles.
What thinks my noble lord ? Greedy. How! four miles, good Sir Giles ? Lov. 'Tis a wholesome air, Upon your reputation think better;
And well built; and she, that's mistress of it, For four miles riding
Worthy the large revenue. Could not have raised so huge an appetite
Over. She the mistress? As I feel gnawing on me.
It may be so for a time; but let my lord Mar. Whether you ride,
Say only, that he but like it, and would have it, Or go a-foot, you are that way
say, ere long 'tis his. And it please your worship.
Lov. Impossible. Over. How now, sirrah! prating
Over. You do conclude too fast, not knowing Before my lord? no deference? Go to my nephew; See all his debts discharged, and help his worship Nor the engines that I work by. 'Tis not alone To fit on his rich suit.
The lady Allworth's lands; for those, once WellMar. I may fit you, too. [Erit MarraLL. born's, Lov. I have writ this morning
(As, by her dotage on him, I know they will be) A few lines to my mistress, your fair daughter.
Sball soon be mine. But point out any man's Over. 'Twill fire her, for she's wholly yours al. In all the shire, and say they lie convenient ready.
Aud useful for your lordship, and once more Sweet Mr Allworth, take my ring; 'twill carry I say aloud, they are yours. To her presence, I dare warrant you; and there Lov. I dare not own plead
What's by unjust and cruel means extorted : For my good lord, if you shall find occasion. My fame and credit are more dear to me, That done, pray ride to Nottingham; get a li- Than to expose them to be censured by cence,
The public voice. Still by th s token. I'll have it dispatched,
Over. You run, my lord, no hazard;
foul aspersion upon yours.
As a mere sound, I still will be so tender And that abundantly.
Of what concerns you in all points of honour, Oter. Some fury's in that gut :
That the immaculate whiteness of your fame, Hungry again? Did you not devour, this morning, Nor your unquestioned integrity, A shield of brawn, and a barrel of Colchester Shall ere be sullied with one taint or spot, oysters?
That may take from your innocence and candour. Greedy. Why, that was, sir, only to scour my All my ambition is, to have my daughter stomach,
Right honourable; which my lord can make her : A kind of preparative. Come, gentlemen, And might I live to dance upon my
knee I will not have you feed alone, while I am here. A young lord Lovell, born by her unto you, Lov. Haste your return.
I write nil ultra to my proudest hopes. Allw. I will not fail, my lord.
As for possessions, and annual rents, Greedy. Nor I, to line
Equivalent to maintain you in the port My Christmas coffer.
Your noble birth and present state require, [Ereunt GREEDY and Allworth. I do remove that burden froin your shoulders, Over. To my wish, we're private.
And take it on mine own; for though I ruin I come not to make offer with my daughter The country, to supply your riotous waste, A certain portion; that were poor and trivial : The scourge of prodigals, want, shall never find In one word, I pronounce all that is mine,
you. In lands, or leases, ready coin, or goods,
Lov. Are you not moved with the imprecations [MASSINGER. And curses of whole families, made wretched For your own sake I am glad you came no sooner, By these practices?
Since this bold, bad man, sir Giles Overreach,
Made such a plain discovery of himself,
That I should think a sin, next to his, When wolves, with hunger pined, howl at her But to repeat it-brightness.
Lady. I ne'er pressed, my lord,
On other's privacies; yet, against my will,
Your favour to me.
(Ilowever common men And undone orphans wash with tears my thres- | Make sordid wealth the object and sole end hold,
Of their industrious aims) 'twill not agree I only think what 'tis to have my daughter With those of noble blood, of fame and honour. Right honourable; and 'tis a powerful charm! Love. Madam, 'tis confessed; Makes me insensible of remorse, or pity, But what infer you from it? Or the least sting of conscience.
Lady. This, my lord: I allow Lov. I admire
The heir of sir Giles (verreach, Margaret, The toughness of your nature.
A maid well qualitied, and the richest match Over. 'Tis for you,
Our north part can boast of; yet she cannot, My lord, and for my daughter, I am marble ; With all that she brings with her, fill their mouths, Nay, more, if you will have my character That never will forget who was her father; In little, I enjoy more true delight
Or that my husband Allworth's lands, and WellIn my arrival to my wealth these dark
born's, And crooked ways, than you shall e'er take plea- | (How wrung from both needs no repetition)
Were real motives, that more worked your lordIn spending what my industry hath compassed.
ship My baste commands me hence : in one word, To join your families, than her form and virtues. therefore,
You may conceive the rest. Is it a match, my lord ?
Low. I do, sweet madam; Lov. I hope that is past doubt, now.
And long since have considered it. Over. Then rest secure; not the hate of all And this my resolution, mark me, madam; mankind here,
Were Overrench's states thrice centupled, his
By marrying Margaret. In my own tomb
On that straight line, by which you hitherto
To visits and entertainments? Think you, madam,
'Tis not grown public conference? or the favours,
Which you too prodigally have thrown on Well
born, Lov. No, good madam;
Incur not censure?
Lady. I am innocent here, and, on my life, I Froth. Be ready with your petition, and
sent it My ends are good.
To his good grace. Lov. On my soul, so are mine
Enter Wellborn, in a rich habit, Greedy, To Margaret; but leave both to the event : And since this friendly privacy doth serve
MARRALL, AMBLE, ORDER, FURNACE, and
three creditors; Tapwell, kneeling, delivers But as an offered means unto ourselves
his bill of debt. To search each other farther; you have shewn Your care of me, I my respect to you.
Well. How's this ! petitioned too! Deny me not, but still in chaste words, madam, But note what miracles the payment of An afternoon's discourse.
A little trash, and a rich suit of clothes, Lady. Affected modesty might deny your suit; | Can work upon these rascals! I shall be, But, such your honour, I accept it, lord. I think, prince Wellborn. My tongue unworthy can't belie my heart. Mar. When your worship's married, I shall attend your lordship. [Ereunt. You may be I know not what I hope to sec
you. SCENE II.-A landscape.
Well. Then look thou for advancement,
Mar. To be known
Your worship's bailiff, is the mark I shoot at. Tap. Undone! undone! this was your coun
Well. And thou shalt hit it. sel, Froth.
Mar. Pray you, sir, dispatch Froth. Mine! I defy thee: did not Master These needy followers, and for my
[In this interim, Tapwell and Frotu flattere (Ile has marred all, I am sure) strictly command ing und bribing Justice GREEDY.]
(Provided you'll defend me from sir Giles, (On pain of Sir Giles Overreach's displeasure)
Whose service I am weary of) I'll say something To turn the gentleman out of doors ?
You shall give thanks for. Tap. 'Tis true;
Well. Fear hiin not. But now he's his uncle's darling, and has got Greedy. Who, Tapwell? I remember thy wife Master Justice Greedy (since he filled his belly)
brought me, At his commandment to do any thing;
Last new year's tide, a couple of fat turkies. Woe, woe to us!
Tap. And shall do every Christmas, let your Froth. He inay prove merciful.
worship Tap. Troth, we do not deserve it at his hands: But stand my friend now. Though he knew all the passages of our house,
Greedy. How! with Mr Wellborn? As the receiving of stolen goods,
I can do any thing with him, on such termsWhen he was rogue Wellborn, no man would be
you this honest couple? they are good souls
As ever drew out spigot; have they not And then his information could not hurt us:
A pair of honest faces ? But now he is right worshipful again,
Well. I o'erheard you, Who dares but doubt his testimony? Methinks And the bribe he promised; you are cozened in I see thee, Froth, already in a cart, And ay hand hissing (if I 'scape the halter)
For of all the scum, that grew rich by my riots, With the letter R printed upon it.
This, for a most unthankful knave, and this, Froth. Wound that were the worst!
For a base bawd and whore, have worst deserThat were but nine days wonder: as for credit,
ved; We have none to lose; but we shall lose the mo- And therefore speak not for them. By your
place, He owes us, and his custom ; there's the bell You are rather to do me justice ; lend me your on't.
ear, Tup. 'le has summoned all his creditors by Forget his'turkeys, and call in his licence, And they swarm about him like so many soldiers
And, at the next fair, I'll give you a yoke of oxen
Worth all his poultry.
Greedy. I am changed on the sudden,
rascal ! More than ten pareants. But are you sure his And now I view him better, did you
One look so like an arch-knave? his very coun[A cry within, brave Me WELLBORN! Should an understanding judge but look on hiin, Tap. Yes, I hear him.
Would hang him, though he were innocent,
He shall be chronicled for it.
Froth. He deserves it
worship Comes this way to my lady's?
Tap. and Froth. Worshipful sir !
Il'ell. Pray you, on before ; Greedy. No; though the Great Turk came I'll attend you at dinner. instead of turkies,
Greedy. For Heaven's sake don't stay long; To beg my favour, I am inexorable :
It is almost ready.
(Erit GREEDY. Thou hast an ill-naine; for, except thy musty Mar. At four o'clock the rest know where to
ale, That hath destroyed many of the king's liege [Errunt ORDER, FURNACE, AMBLE, and Crepeople,
ditors. Thou never hadst in thy house, to stay men's sto- Well. Now, Mr Marrall, what's the weight;
Mar. Sir, ti'ne nor place
Will come upon you for security,
As he grows in heat (as I am sure he will), Froth. No mercy?
Be you but rough, and say, he's in your debt, Greedy. Vanish.
Ten times the sum, upon sale of your land: If I shew any, may my promised oxen gore me! I had a hand in't, (I speak it to my shame) Tap. Unthankful knaves are ever so rewarded. When you were defeated of it.
[Ezeunt Tapweli and Froiu. Well. That's forgiven. Well. Speak; what are you?
Mur. I shall deserve it, then. Then urge him 1 Cred. A decayed vintner, sir,
to produce That might bave ihrived, but that your worship The deed, in which you passed it over to him,
Which I know he'll have about hin, to deliver With trusting you with muscadine ånd eggs, To the lord Lovell, with many other writings, And five pound suppers, with your after-drink- And present monies. I'll instruct you farther, ings,
As I wait on your worship. If I play not my part When you lodged upon the bankside.
To your full content, and your uncle's much vexWell. I remember.
ation, 1 Cred. I have not been hasty, nor e'er laid to hang up Jack Marrall. arrest you;
Well. I rely upon thee.
SCENE III.--A chamber in Sir Giles's house.
Enter ALLWORTH and MARGARET.
lord's Which was all iny stock; but you failing in pay- Unequalled temperance, or your constant sweeta ment,
ness, I was removed from the shop-board, and con- I yet rest doubtful. fined
Marg. Give it to lord Lovell; Under a stall.
For what in him was bounty, in me is duty. Well. See him paid ; and botch no more. I make but payment of a debt, to which 2d Cred. I ask no interest, sir.
My vows, in that high office registered,
Are faithful witnesses.
Make wilful shipwreck of their faiths and oaths
To God and man, to fill the arms of greatness;
And you, with matchless virtue, thus to hold out,
And spurn at honour, when it comes to court
I am so tender of your good, that I can hardly And this for your respect; take it, 'tis good wish myself that right, you are pleased to do
gold, And I am able to spare it.
Marg. To me, what's title, when content is Order. You are too munificent.
wanting? Furn. He was ever so.
Or wealth, when the heart pines
In being dispossest of what it longs for?
[OVERREACH reads the letter. Or the smooth brow
* Fair mistress, from your servant learn, all joys,
"With all content, the church being paid her due.' Allu. But the dangers,
Over. Is this the arrogant piece of paper ? That follow the repulse!
fool! Marg. To me they are nothing :
Will you still be one? In the name of madness,
That are already offered ? Marriage first,
And lawful pleasure after : What would you
more? Such trials of your true affection to me!
Marg. Why, sir, I would be married like your
To honour the solemnity.
Allw. An't please your honour,
For so before to-morrow I must stile you,
His honourable kinsmen are far off;
And his desires to have it dove, brook not
So long delay as to expect their coming; The end may yet prove happy: now, my All And yet he stands resolved, with all due pomp, worth!
To have his marriage at court celebrated, Alla. To your letter, and put on a seeming When he has brought your honour up to London. anger.
[Aside.] Over. He tells you true; 'tis the fashion, on Marg. I'll pay my lord all debts due to his my knowledge : title;
Yet the good lord, to please your peevishness,
Marg. I could be contented,
you but by to do a father's part,
Jord have you,
What do I care who gives you? since my lord
I know not, Mr Allworth, how my lord
May be provided, and therefore, there's a purse
Of gold: 'twill serve this night's expence : to-
At my manor of Gotham, and called parson
'Tis no matter for a licence; I'll bear him out in't. But whatsoever my lord writes, must, and shall be
Nsarg. With your favour, sir, what warrant is
He may suppose I got that twenty ways
Without your knowledge; and, then, to be re
-if you please, sir, A messenger from
Your presence would do better.
Allw, I can furnish you.
scription. VOL. II.