dayes mirth.
1207Foy. Labesha, what will you play?
1208Lab. Play, yea with all my heart,
I pray lend me three
1210Row. Ile play no more.
1211Cat. Why, haue you wonne or lo
st?
1212Row. Faith I haue lo
st two or three crownes.
1213Cat. Well to him againe, Ile be your halfe.
1214Lem. Sirrah,
Catalian, while they are playing at cardes,
1215thou and I will haue
some excellent
sport:
sirrah, do
st thou
1216know that
same Gentleman there?
1217Cat. No yfaith, what is he?
1218Lem. A very
fine gull, and a neat reueller, one thats heire
1219to a great liuing, yet his father keepes him
so
short, that his
1220shirts will
scant couer the bottom of his belly, for all his gay
1221out
side, but the linings be very foule and
sweatie, yea and
1222perhappes low
sie, with di
spi
sing the vaine
shiftes of the
1224Cat. But he hath gotten good
store of money now me
1226Lem. Yea, and I wonder of it,
some ancient
seruing man
1227of his fathers, that hath gotten fortie
shillings in
fiftie years
1228vpon his great good husbandrie, he
swearing mon
strous
1229othes to pay him againe, and be
sides to doe him a good
1230turne (when God
shall heare his prayer for his father) hath
1231lent it him I warrant you, but how
soeuer, we mu
st speake
1234Lem. God
saue
sweete Mon
sieur
Rowle, what loo
se or
1236Row. Faith
sir
saue my
selfe, and loo
se my money.
1237Lem. Theres a prouerbe hit dead in the necke like a
1238Cony, why hearke thee
Catalian,
I could haue told thee be
- 1239fore what he would haue
said.
1240Cat. I do not thinke
so.
1241Lem. No, thou
see
st heers a
fine plumpe of gallants,
such
1242as thinke their wits
singular, and their
selues rarely accom
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