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  • Title: Englishmen For My Money (Quarto 1, 1616)
  • Editor: Natalie Aldred

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    Author: William Haughton
    Editor: Natalie Aldred
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    Englishmen For My Money (Quarto 1, 1616)

    0.001 ENGLISH-MEN
    For my Money:
    OR,
    A Pleasant Comedy,
    0.005 called,
    A Woman will haue her Will.
    Imprinted at London by W. White,
    dwelling in Cow-lane, 1616
    The Actors names.
    0.010 Pisaro, a Portingale.
    }
    Laurentia,
    Marina, Pisaros Danghters
    Mathea,
    0.015 Anthony, a Schoolmaister to them.
    }
    Haruie,
    Fredinand, or Heigham, Suters to Pisaros Daughters.
    Ned, or Walgraue,
    0.020 }
    Delion, a Frenchman,
    Aluaro, an Italian, Suters also to the 3. daughters.
    Vandalle, a Dutchman,
    Frisco a Clowne, Pisaros man.
    0.025 M. Moore.
    Towerson a Marchant.
    Balsaro.
    Browne a Clothier
    A Post.
    0.030 A Belman.
    1 Enter PISARO.
    Pisaro.
    HOw smuge this gray-eyde Morning seemes to bee,
    A pleasant sight; but yet more pleasure haue I
    5To thinke vpon this moy stning Southwe st Winde,
    That driues my laden Shippes from fertile Spaine:
    But come what will, no Winde can come ami s s e,
    For two and thirty Windes that rules the Seas,
    And blowes about this ayerie Region;
    10Thirtie two Shippes haue I to equall them:
    Whose wealthy fraughts doe make Pisaro rich:
    Thus euery Soyle to mee is naturall:
    Indeed by birth, I am a Portingale,
    Who driuen by We sterne winds on Engli sh shore,
    15Heere liking of the soyle, I maried,
    And haue Three Daughters: But impartiall Death
    Long since, depriude mee of her deare st life:
    Since whose discease, in London I haue dwelt:
    And by the sweete loude trade of Vsurie,
    20Letting for Intere st, and on Morgages,
    Doe I waxe rich, though many Gentlemen
    By my extortion comes to miserie:
    Among st the re st, three Engli sh Gentlemen,
    Haue pawnde to mee their Liuings and their Lands:
    25Each seuerall hoping, though their hopes are vaine,
    By mariage of my Daughters, to po s s e s s e
    Their Patrimonies and their Landes againe:
    But Gold is sweete, and they deceiue them-selues;
    For though I guild my Temples with a smile,
    30It is but Iudas-like, to work their endes.
    But soft, What noyse of footing doe I heare?
    Enter Laurentia, Marina, Mathea, and Anthony.
    Laur. Now Mai ster, what intend you to read to vs?
    Anth. Pisaro your Father would haue me read morall Phi- (losophy.
    35 Mari. What's that?
    Anth. Fir st tell mee how you like it?
    Math. Fir st tell vs what it is.
    Pisa. They be my Daughters and their Schoole-mai ster.
    Pisaro, not a word, but li st their talke.
    40 Anth. Gentlewomen, to paint Philosophy,
    Is to present youth with so sowre a di sh,
    As their abhorring stomackes nill dige stes.
    When fir st my mother Oxford (Englands) pride)
    Fo stred mee puple-like, with her rich store,
    45My study was to read Philosophy:
    But since, my head- strong youths vnbridled will,
    Scorning the leaden fetters of re straint,
    Hath prunde my feahers to a higher pitch.
    Gentlewoman, Morall Philosophy is a kind of art,
    50The mo st contrary to your tender sexes;
    It teacheth to be graue: and on that brow,
    Where Beawtie in her rare st glory shines,
    Plants the sad semblance of decayed age:
    Those Weedes that with their riches should adorne,
    55And grace faire Natures curious workman ship,
    Mu st be conuerted to a blacke fac'd vayle,
    Griefes liuerie, and Sorrowes semblance:
    Your food mu st be your hearts aboundant sighes,
    Steep'd in the brini sh licquor of your teares:
    60Day-light as darke-night, darke-night spent in prayer:
    Thoughts your companions, and repentant mindes,
    The recreation of your tired spirits:
    Gentlewomen, if you can like this mode stie,
    Then will I read to you Philosophy
    65 Laur. Not I.
    Mari. Fie upon it.
    Math. Hang vp Philosophy, Ile none of it.
    Pisar. A Tutor said I, a Tutor for the Diuell.
    Anth. No Gentlewomen, Anthony hath learn'd
    70To read a Lector of more plea sing worth.
    Marina, read these lines, young Haruie sent them,
    There euery line repugnes Philosophy:
    Then loue him, for he hates the thing thou hates.
    Laurentia, this is thine from Ferdinande:
    75Thinke euery golden circle that thou see st,
    The rich vnualued circle of his worthe.
    Mathea, with these Gloues thy Ned salutes thee;
    As often as these, hide these from the Sunne,
    And Wanton steales a ki s s e from thy faire hand,
    80Presents his seruiceable true harts zeale,
    Which waites vpon the censure of thy doome:
    What though their Lands be morgag'd to your Father;
    Yet may your Dowries redeeme that debt:
    Thinke they are Gentlemen, and thinke they loue;
    85And be that thought, their true loues aduocate.
    Say you should wed for Wealth; for to that scope
    Your Fathers greedy dispo sition tendes,
    The world would say, that you were had for Wealth,
    And so faire Beawties honour quite distinct:
    90A ma s s e of Wealth being powrde vpon another,
    Little augments the shew, although the summe;
    But beeing lightly scattred by it selfe,
    It doubles what it seem'd, although but one:
    Euen so your selues, for wedded to the Rich,
    95His stile was as it was, a Rich man still:
    But wedding these, to wed true Loue, is dutie:
    You make them rich in Wealth, but more in Beawtie:
    I need not plead that smile, that smile shhewes hearts con- (sent;
    That ki s s e shew'd loue, that on that gift was lent:
    100And la st thine Eyes, that teares of true joy sendes,
    As comfortable tidings for my friends.
    Mari. Haue done, haue done; what need' st thou more (procure,
    When long ere this I stoop'd to that faire lure:
    Thy euer louing Haruie I delight it:
    105 Marina euer louing shall requite it young.
    Teach vs Philosophy? Ile be no Nunne;
    Age scornes Delight, I loue it being:
    There's not a word of this, not a words part,
    But shall be stamp'd, seal'd, printed on my heart;
    110On this Ile read, on this my senses ply:
    All Arts being vaine, but this Philosophy.
    Laur. Why was I made a Mayde, but for a Man?
    And why Laurentia, but for Ferdinand?
    The cha ste st Soule these Angels could intice?
    115Much more himselfe, an Angell of more price:
    wer't thy selfe present, as my heart could wi sh,
    Such vsage thou should st haue, as I giue this.
    Anth. Then you would ki s s e him?
    Laur. If I did, how then?
    120 Anth. Nay I say nothing to it, but Amen.
    Pisa. The Clarke mu st haue his fees, Ile pay you them.
    Math. Good God, how abiect is this single life,
    Ile not abide it; Father, Friends, nor Kin,
    Shall once di s s uade me from affectting:
    125A man's a man; and Ned is more then one:
    Yfayth Ile haue thee Ned, or Ile haue none;
    Doe what they can, chafe, chide, or storme their fill,
    Mathea is resolu'd to haue her will.
    Pisa. I can no longer hold my patience.
    130Impudent villanie, and lasciuious Girles,
    I haue ore-heard your vild conuer sions:
    You scorne Philosophy: You'le be no Nunne.
    You mu st needes ki s s e the Pur s s e, because he sent it.
    And you forsooth, you flurgill, minion,
    135A brat scant folded in the dozens at mo st,
    Youle haue your will forsooth; What will you haue?
    Math. But twelue yeare old? nay Father that's not so,
    Our Sexton told mee I was three yeares mo.
    Pisa. I say but twelue: you'r be st tell mee I lye.
    140What sirra Anthony. Anth. Heere sir.
    Pisa. Come here sir, & you light huswiues get you in: Exeunt si sters.
    Stare not upon me, moue me not to ire:
    Nay sirra stay you here, Ile talke with you:
    Did I retaine thee (villaine) in my house,
    145Gaue thee a stipend twenty Markes by yeare,
    And ha st thou thus infected my three Girles,
    Vrging the loue of those, I mo st abhord;
    Vnthrifts, Beggers; what is worse.
    And all because they are your Country-men?
    150 Anth. Why sir, I taught them not to keepe a Marchants
    Booke, or ca st accompt: yet to a word much like that
    word Accounte.
    Pisa. A Knaue pa st grace, is pa st recouerie.
    Why sirra Frisco, Villaine, Loggerhead, where art thou?
    155 Enter Frisco, the Clowne.
    Frisc. Heere's a calling indeed; a man were better to
    liue a Lords life and doe nothing, then a Seruing creature,
    and neuer be idle. Oh Mai ster, what a me s s e of Brewe s s e
    standes now vpon the poynt of spoyling by your ha sti-
    160ne s s e; why they were able to haue got a good Stomacke
    with child euen with the sight of them; and for a Vapour,
    oh precious Vapour, let but a Wench come neere them
    with a Painted face, and you should see the Paint drop and
    curdle on her Cheekes, like a peece of dry E s s ex Cheese
    165toa sted at the fire.
    Pisa. Well sirra, leaue this thought, & minde my words,
    Giue diligence, inquire about
    For one that is expert in Languages,
    A good Mu sitian, and a French-man borne:
    170And bring him hither to in struct my Daughters,
    Ile neere tru st more a smooth-fac'd Engli sh -man.
    Frisc. What, mu st I bring one that can speake Langua-
    ges? what an old A s s e is my Mai ster; why he may speake
    flaunte taunte as well as French, for I cannot vnder stand him.
    175 Pisa. If he speake French, thus he will say, Awee awee:
    What, can st thou remember it?
    Frisc. Oh, I haue it now, for I remember my great
    Grandfathers Grandmothers si sters coosen told mee, that
    Pigges and French-men, speake one Language, awee awee;I
    180am Dogg at this: But what mu st he speake else?
    Pisa. Dutch Frisc. Let's heere it?
    Pisa. Haunce butterkin slowpin.
    Fris . Oh this is nothing, for I can speake perfect Dutch
    when I li st.
    185 Pisa. Can you, I pray let's heare some?
    Frisc. Nay I mu st haue my mouth full of Meate fir st,
    and then you shall heare me grumble it foorth full mouth,
    as Haunce Butterkin slowpin frokin: No, I am a simple Dutch -
    wan: Well, Ile about it.
    190 Pisa. Stay sirra, you are too ha stie; for hee mu st speake
    one Language more.
    Frisc. More Languages? I tru st he shall haue Tongues
    enough for one mouth: But what is the third?
    Pisa. Italian.
    195 Fris . Why that is the ea sie st of all, for I can tell whether
    he haue any Italian in him euen by looking on him.
    Pisa. Can you so, as how?
    Fris . Marry by these three Poynts: a Wanton Eye,
    Pride in his Apparell, and the Diuell in his Countenance.
    200Well, God keepe me from the Diuel in seeking this French -
    man: But doe you heare mee Mai ster, what shall my fel-
    low Anthony doe, it seemes he shall serue for nothing but to
    put Lattin into my young Mi s s tre s s es. Exit Frisco.
    Pisa. Hence a s s e, hence loggerhead, begon I say.
    205And now to you that reades Philosophy,
    Packe from my house, I doe discharge thy seruice,
    And come not neere my dores; for if thou do st,
    Ile make thee a publicke example to the world.
    Antho. Well crafty Fox, you that worke by wit,
    210It may be, I may liue to fit you yet. Exit Antho.
    Pisa. Ah sirra, this tricke was spide in time,
    For if but two such Lectures more they'd heard,
    For euer had their hone st names been marde:
    Ile in and rate them: yet that's not be st,
    215The Girles are wilfull, and seueritie
    May make them carele s s e, mad, or desperate.
    What shall I doe? Oh! I haue found it now,
    There are three wealthy Marchants in the Towne,
    All Strangers, and my very speciall friendes,
    220The one of them is an Italian:
    A French-man, and a Dutch-man, be the other:
    These three intyrely doe affect my Daughters,
    And therefore meane I, they shall haue the tongues,
    That they may answere in their seuerall Language:
    225But what helps that? they mu st not stay so long,
    For whiles they are a learning Languages,
    My Engli sh Youths, both wed, and bed them too:
    Which to preuent, Ile seeke the Strangers out,
    Let's looke: tis pa st aleauen, Exchange time full,
    230There shall I meete them, and conferre with them,
    This worke craues ha st, my Daughters mu st be Wedde,
    For one Months stay, sayth farrewell Mayden head.
    Exit.
    Enter Haruie, Heigham,
    235 and Walgraue.
    Heigh. Come Gentlemen, w'are almo st at the house,
    I promise you this walke ore Tower-hill,
    Of all the places London can afforde,
    Hath sweete st Ayre, and fitting our de sires.
    240 Haru. Good reason, so it leades to Croched-Fryers
    Where old Pisaro, and his Daughters dwell,
    Looke to your feete, the broad way leades to Hell:
    They say Hell standes below, downe in the deepe,
    Ile downe that Hill, where such good Wenches keepe,
    245But sirra Ned, what sayes Mathea to thee?
    Wilt fadge? wilt fadge? What, will it be a match?
    Walg. A match say you? a mischiefe twill as soone:
    Sbould I can scarce begin to speake to her,
    But I am interrupted by her father.
    250Ha, what say you? and then put ore his snoute,
    Able to shadow Powles, it is so great.
    Well, tis no matter, sirrs, this is his House,
    Knocke for the Churle bid him bring out his Daughter;
    Ile, sbloud I will, though I be hanged for it,
    255 Heigh. Hoyda, hoyda, nothing with you but vp & ride,
    Youle be within, ere you can reach the Dore,
    And haue the Wench, before you compa s s e her:
    You are too ha stie; Pisaro is a man,
    Not to be fedde with Words, but wonne with Gold.
    260But who comes heere?
    Enter Anthony.
    Walg. Whom, Anthony our friend?
    Say man, how fares out Loues? How doth Mathea?
    Can she loue Ned? how doth she like my sute?
    265Will old Pisaro take me for his Sonne;
    For I thanke God, he kindly takes our Landes,
    Swearing, Good Gentlemen you shall not want,
    Whil st old Pisaro, and his credite holds:
    He will be damn'd the Roage, before he do't?
    270 Haru. Prethy talke milder: let but thee alone,
    And thou in one bare hower will aske him more,
    Then heele remember in a hundred years:
    Come from him Anthony, and say what newes?
    Antho. The newes for me is badd; and this it is:
    275 Pisaro hath discharg'd me of his seruice.
    Heigh. Discharg'd thee of his seruice, for what cause?
    Anth. Nothing, but his his Daughters learne Philosophy.
    Haru. Maydes should reade, that it teacheth mode stie.
    Antho. I, but I left out mediocritie,
    280And with effectual reasons, vrgd your loues.
    Walg. The fault was small, we three will to thy Ma ster
    And begge thy pardon.
    Antho. Oh, that cannot be,
    Hee hates you farre worser, then he hates me;
    285For all the loue he shewes, is for your Lands,
    Which he hopes sure will fall into his hands:
    Yet Gentlemen, this comfort take of me,
    His Daughters to your loues affected be:
    Their father is abroad, they three at home,
    290Goe chearely in, and cease that is your owne:
    And for my selfe, but grace what I intend,
    Ile ouerreach the Churle, and helpe my Frend.
    Heigh. Build on our helps, and but deuise the meanes.
    Antho. Pisaro did commaund Frisco his man,
    295(A simple sotte, kept onely but for myrth)
    To inquire about in London for a man,
    That were a French-man and Mu sitian,
    To be (as I suppose) his Daughters Tutor:
    Him if you meete, as like enough you shall,
    300He will inquire of you of his affayres,
    Then make him this answere, you three came from Paules,
    And in the middle walke, one you espide,
    Fit for his purpose; then discribe this Cloake,
    This Beard and Hatte: for in this borrowed shape,
    305Mu st I beguile and ouer-reach the Foole:
    The Maydes mu st be acquainted with this drift.
    The Doore doth ope, I dare not stay reply,
    Le st beeing discride: Gentlemen adue,
    And helpe him now, that oft hath helped you. Exit.
    310 Enter Frisco the Clowne.
    Wal. How now sirra, whither are you going?
    Fris . Whither am I going, how shall I tell you, when I
    doe not know my selfe, nor vnder stand my selfe?
    Heigh. What do st thou meane by that?
    315 Frisc. Marry sir, I am seeking a Needle in a Bottle of
    Hay, a Mon ster in the likene s s e of a Man: one that in stead
    of good morrow, asketh what Porrage you haue to Din-
    ner, Parley vous signiour? one that neuer wa shes his fingers,
    but lickes them cleane with ki s s es; a clipper of the Kings
    320Engli sh: and to conclude, an eternall enemie to all good
    Language.
    Haru. What's this? what's this?
    Fris . Doe not you smell me? Well, I perceiue that witte
    doth not always dwel in a Satten-dublet: why, tis a French -
    325 man, Bassimon cue, how doe you?
    Haru. I thanke you sir, but tell me what woulde st thou
    doe with a French-man:
    Fris . Nay fayth, I would doe nothing with him, vn-
    le s s e I set him to teach Parrets to speake: marry the old
    330A s s e my Mai ster, would haue him to teach his Daughters,
    though I tru st the whole world sees, that there be such in
    his house that can serue his Daughters turne, as well as the
    proude st French-man: but if you be good laddes, tell me
    where I may finde such a man?
    335 Heigh. We will, goe hye thee straight to Paules,
    There shalt thou find one fitting thy de sire;
    Thou soone may st know him, for his Beard is blacke,
    Such is his rayment, if thou runn' st appace,
    Thou can st not mis s s e him Frisco.
    340 Fris . Lord, lord, how shall poore Phrisco rewarde
    your rich tydings Gentlemen: I am yours till Shrouetew-
    esday, for then change I my Coppy, & looke like nothing
    but Red-Herring Cobbes, and Stock-Fi sh; yet Ile doe
    somewhat for you in the meane time: my Ma ster is a-
    345broad, and my young Mi s s tre s s es at home: if you can doe
    any good on them before the French-man come, why so?
    Ah Gentlemen, doe not suffer a litter of Languages to
    spring vp among st vs: I mu st to the Walke in Paules, you
    to the Ve strie. Gentlemen, as to my selfe, and so foorth.
    350 Exit Frisco,
    Haru. Fooles tell the truth men say, and so may he:
    Wenches we come now, Loue our conduct be.
    Ned, knocke at the doore: but soft forbeare;
    Enter Laurentia, Marina, and Mathea.
    355The Cloude breakes vp, and our three Sunnes appeare.
    To this I fly, shine bright my liues sole stay,
    And make griefes night a gloryous summers day.
    Mari. Gentlemen, how welcome you are here,
    Gue s s e by our lookes, for other meanes by feare
    360Preuented is: our fathers quicke returne
    Forbidds the welcome, else we would haue done.
    Walg. Mathea, How these faythfull thoughts obey,
    Mat. No more sweet loue, I know what thou would' st (say:
    You say you loue me, so I wi sh you still,
    365Loue hath loues hier, being ballanc st with good will:
    But say; come you to vs, or come you rather
    To pawne more Lands for money to our father?
    I know tis so, a Gods name spend at large:
    What man? our mariage day will all discharge;
    370Our father (by his leaue) mu st pardon vs,
    Age saue of age, of nothing can discu s s e:
    But in our loues, the prouerbe weele fulfill:
    Women and Maydes, mu st alwayes haue their will.
    Heigh. Say thou as much, and adde life to this Coarse,
    375 Law. Your selfe & your good news doth more enforce:
    How these haue set forth loue by all their witte,
    I sweare in heart, I more then double it.
    Si sters be glad, for he hath made it playne,
    The meanes to get our School-mai ster againe:
    380But Gentlemen, for this time cease our loues,
    This open streete perhaps suspition moues,
    Fayne we would stay, bid you walke in more rather,
    But that we fear the comming of our father:
    Goe to th'Exchange, craue Gold as you intend,
    385 Pisaro scrapes for vs; for vs you spend:
    We say farewell, more sadlier be bold,
    Then would my greedy father to his Gold:
    Wee here, you there, aske Gold; and Gold you shall:
    Weele pay the intre st, and the principall. Exeunt Si sters.
    390 Walg. That's my good Girles, and Ile pay you for all.
    Haru. Come to th'Exchange, and when I feele decay,
    Send me such Wenches, Heauens I still shall pray. Exeunt.
    Enter Pisaro, Delion the Frenchman,Vandalle the Dutchman,
    Aluaro the Italian,and other Marchants, at seuerall doores.
    395 Pisa. Good morrow, M. Strangers.
    Strang. Good morrow, sir.
    Pisaro. This (louing friends) hath thus emboldned me,
    For knowing the affection and the loue
    Mai ster Vandalle, that you beare my Daughter:
    400Likwise, and that with ioy con sidering too,
    you Moun sieur Delion, would faine dispatch:
    I promise you, mee thinkes the time did fit,
    And does bir-Lady too, in mine aduice,
    This day to clap a full conclu sion vp:
    405And therefore made I bold to call on you,
    Meaning (our bu sine s s e done here at the Burse),
    That you at mine intreaty should walke home,
    And take in worth such Viands as I haue:
    And then we would, and so I hope we shall,
    410Loosely tye vp the knot that you de sire,
    But for a day or two; and then Church rites
    Shall sure conforme, confirme, and make all fa st.
    Uand. Seker Me ster Pisaro, mee do so groterly dancke
    you, dat you macke mee so sure of de Wench, datt ic can
    415 neit dancke you genough.
    Delio. Mon sieur Pisaro, mon pere, mon Vadere, Oh de
    grande ioye you giue me (econte) mee sal go home to your
    House, sal eat your Bakon, sal eat your Beefe, and shal
    tacke de Wench, de fine Damoysella.
    420 Pisa. You shall, and welcome; welcome as my soule:
    But were my third Sonne sweete Aluaro heere,
    Wee would not stay at the Exchange to day,
    But hye vs home and there end our affayres.
    Enter Moore, and Towerson.
    425 Moore. Good day mai ster Pisaro.
    Pisa. Mai ster Moore, Marry with all my heart good
    morrow sir. What newes? What newes?
    Moore. This Marchant heere my friend, would speake
    with you.
    430 Tower. Sir, this iolly South-We st wind with gentle bla st,
    Hath driuen home our long expected Shippes,
    All laden with the wealth of ample Spaine,
    And but a day is pa st since they ariude
    Safely at Plimmouth, where they yet abide.
    435 Pisa. Thankes is too small a guerdon for such newes.
    How like you this Newes friends? Mai ster Uandalle,
    Heer's somewhat towards for my Daughters Dowrie:
    Heer's somewhat more then we did yet expect.
    Tower. But heare you sir, my bu sine s s e is not done;
    440From these same Shippes I did receiue these lines,
    And there inclosde this same Bill of exchange,
    To pay at sight; if so you please accept it.
    Pisa. Accept it, why? What sir should I accept,
    Haue you receiued Letters, and not I?
    445Where is this lazie villaine, this slow Poa st:
    What, brings he euery man his Letters home,
    And makes mee no bodie; does hee, does hee?
    I would not haue you bring me counterfeit;
    And if you doe, a s s ure you I shall smell it:
    450I know my Factors writing well enough.
    Tower. You doe sir, then see your Factors writing:
    I scorne as much as you, to counterfeite,
    Pisa. Tis well you do sir.
    Enter Haruie, Walgraue, and Heighun.
    455What Mai ster Walgraue, and my other frindes:
    You are grown strangers to Pisaros house,
    I pray make bold with me.
    Walsg. I, with your Daughters
    You may be sworne, weele be as bold as may be.
    460 Pisa. Would you haue ought with me, I pray now speak.
    Heigh. Sir, I thinke you vnder stand our sute,
    By the repayring we haue had to you:
    Gentlemen you know, mu st want no Coyne,
    Nor are they slaues vnto it, when they haue:
    465You may perceiue our minds; What say you to't?
    Pisa. Gentlemen all, I loue you all:
    Which more to manife st, this after noone
    Betweene the howers of two and three repaire to mee;
    And were it halfe the sub stance that I haue,
    470Whil st it is mine, tis yours to commaunde.
    But Gentlemen, as I haue regard to you,
    So doe I wi sh you'll haue respect to mee:
    You know that all of vs are mortall men,
    Subiect to change and mutabilitie;
    475You may, or I may, soone pitch ore the Pearch,
    Or so, or so, haue contrary cro s s es:
    Wherefore I deeme but mere equitie,
    That some thing may betwixt vs be to shew.
    Heigh. M. Pisaro, within this two months without faile,
    480We will repay.
    Enter Browne.
    Browne>. God saue you Gentlemen.
    Gentlemen. Good morrow sir.
    Pisa>. What M. Browne, the onely man I wi sht for,
    485Does your price fall? what shall I haue these Cloathes?
    For I would ship them straight away for Stoade:
    I doe wi sh you my Mony fore another.
    Brow. Fayth you know my price sir, if you haue them.
    Pisa. You are to deare in sadne s s e, mai ster Heigham:
    490You were about to say somewhat, pray proceede.
    Heigh. Then this is was: those Landes that are not
    morgag'd
    Enter Po st .
    Po st . God ble s s e your wor ship.
    495 Pisaro. I mu st craue pardon; Oh sirra, are you come?
    Walg. Hoyda, hoyda; Whats the matter now;
    Sure, yonder fellow will be torn in peeces.
    Haru. Whats hee, sweete youths; that so they flocke (about:
    What old Pisaro tainted with this madne s s e?
    500 Heigh. Vpon my life, tis some body bringes newes;
    The Courte breakes vp, and wee shall know their Coun- (sell:
    Looke, looke, how busely they fall to reading.
    Pisa.I am the la st, you should haue kept it still:
    Well, we shall see what newes you bring with you;
    505Our duty premised, and we haue sent vnto your wor ship
    Sacke, siuill Oyles, Pepper, Barbery sugar, and such other
    commodities as we thought mo st requi site, we wanted
    mony therefore we are fayne to take vp 200.l. of Mai ster
    Towersons man, which by a bill of Exchange sent to him,
    510we would reque st your wor ship pay accordingly.
    You shall commaund sir, you shall commaunde sir,
    The newes here is, that the Engli sh shipes, the Fortune,
    your shipe, the aduenture and good lucke of London coa-
    sting along by Italy Towards Turky, were set vpon by to
    515 Spani sh -gallies, what became of them we know not, but
    doubt much by reason of the weathers calmne s s e.
    Pisa. How i st six to one the weather calme,
    Now afore God, who would not doubt their safety,
    A plague vpon these Spani sh -galli Pirattes,
    520Roaring Caribdis, or deuowring Scilla,
    Were halfe such terrour to the anticke world,
    As these same anticke Villaines now of late,
    Haue made the Straights twixt Spaine and Barbary.
    Tower. Now sir, what doth your Factors letters say?
    525 Pisa. Marry he saith, these witle s s e luckle s s e doults,
    Haue met, and are beset with Spani sh Gallies,
    As they did saile along by Italy:
    What a bots made the dolts neere Italy,
    Could they not keepe the coa st of Barbary,
    530or hauing pa st it, gone for Tripoly,
    Beeing on the other side of Sicily,
    As neere, as where they were vnto the Straights:
    For by the Gloabe, both Tripoly and it,
    Lie from the Straights some twentie fiue degrees;
    535And each degree makes three-score engli sh miles?
    Tower. Very true sir: But it makes nothing to my Bill
    of exchange: this dealing fits not one of your account.
    Pisa>. And what fits yours? a prating wrangling toung,
    A womans ceasele s s e and ince s s ant babling,
    540The sees the world turnd top sie turuie with me;
    Yet hath not so much witte to stay a while,
    Till I bemone my late exce s s iue lo s s e.
    Walg. S'wounds tis dinner time, Ile stay no longer:
    Harke you a word sir.
    545 Pisa I tell you sir, it would haue made you whine
    Worse then if shooles of luckle s s e croking Rauens,
    Had ceasd on you to feed their fami sht paunches:
    Had you heard newes of such a rauenous rout,
    Ready to cease on halfe the wealth you haue.
    550 Wal. Sbloud you might haue kept at home & be hangd,
    What a pox care I. Enter a Po st .
    Po st . God saue your wor ship, a little mony and so forth.
    Pisa. But men are sencele s s e now of others woe,
    This stony age is growne so stony harted,
    555That none respects their neighbours miseries,
    I wi sh (as Poets doe) that Saturnes times
    The long out worne world were in vse againe,
    That men might sayle without impediment.
    Po st . I marry sir that were a merry world indeede, I
    560would hope to gette more mony of your wor ship in one
    quarter of a yeare, then I can doe now in a whole twelue-
    moneth. Enter Balsaro.
    Balsa. Mai ster Pisaro how I haue runne about;
    How I haue toyld to day to finde you out,
    565At home, abroade, at this mans house, at that,
    Why I was here an hower agoe and more,
    Where I was tould you were, but could not finde you.
    Pisa. Fayth sir I was here but was driuen home,
    Here's such a common hant of Crack-rope boyes,
    570That what for feare to haue m'apparell spoyld,
    Or my Ruffes durted, or Eyes strucke out:
    I dare not walke where people doe expect mee:
    Well, things (I thinke) might be better lookt vnto,
    And such Coyne to, which is be stowde on Knaues,
    575Which should, but doe not see things be reformd,
    Might be imployde to many better vses:
    But what of beardle s s e Boyes, or such like tra sh;
    The Spani sh Gallies: Oh, a vengeance on them.
    Po st . Ma s s e, this man hath the lucke on't, I thinke I can
    580 scarce euer come to him for money, but this a vengeance
    on, and that a vengeance on't, doth so trouble him, that I
    can scarce get no Coyne: Well, a vengenace on't for my part; for
    he shall fetch the next Letters him selfe.
    Browne. I prethee, when think st thou the Ships will be
    585come about from Plimmouth? Po st . Next week sir.
    Heigh. Came you sir from Spaine lately?
    Po st . I sir; Why aske you that?
    Ha. Marry sir, thou seemes to haue bin in the hot countries,
    thy face looks so like a peece of ru sty Bacon: had thy Ho st
    590at Plimmouth meat enough in the house, whẽ thou wert there?
    Po st . What though he had not sir? but he had, how then?
    Haru. Marry thanke God for it: for otherwise, he
    would doubtles haue Cut thee out in Ra shers to haue eaten
    thee: thou look' st as thou weart through broyld already.
    595 Po st . You haue sayd sir; but I am no meate for his mo-
    ing, nor yours neither: If I had you in place where, you
    should find me tough enough in dige stion, I warrant you.
    Walgr What will you swagger sirra, will yee swagger?
    Brow. I beseech you Sir, hold your hand; Gette home
    600yee patch, cannot you suffer Gentlemen ie st with you?
    Po st . Ide teach him a Gentle tricke and I had him of the
    burse; but Ile watch him a good turne I warrant him.
    Moor. A s s ure yee mai ster Towerson, I cannot blame him,
    I warrant you it is no ea sie lo s s e;
    605How thinke you mai ster Stranger? by my faith sir,
    Ther's twentie Marchants will be sorry for it,
    That shall be partners with him in his lo s s e.
    Stra.. Why sir, whats the matter.
    Moor. The Spani sh-gallies haue besette our shippes,
    610That lately were bound out for Siria.
    march. What not? I promise you I am sorry for it.
    Walg. What an old A s s e is this to keepe vs here:
    Mai ster Pisaro, pray dispatch vs hence.
    Pisa. Mai ster Vandalle I confe s s e I wronge you;
    615But Ile but talke a word or two with him, and straight
    turne to you.
    Ah sir, and how then yfayth>
    Heigh. Turne to vs, turne to the Gallowes if you will.
    Haru. Tis Midsommer-Moone with him: let him alone,
    620He call's Ned Walgraue, Mai ster Vandalle.
    Walg. Let it be shrouetide, Ile not stay an ynch; mai ster (Pisaro.
    Pisa. What should you feare: ende as I haue vow'd be- (fore,
    So now againe; my Daughters shall be yours:
    And therefore I beseech you and your friendes,
    625Deferre your bu sine s s e till Dinner time;
    And what youd say, keepe it for table talke.
    Haru. Marrie and shall: a right good motion:
    Sirrs, old Pisaro is growne kind of late,
    And in pure loue, hath bid vs home to dinner.
    630 Heigh. Good newes in truth: But wherefore art thou sad?
    Walg. For feare the slaue ere it be dinner time,
    Remembring what he did, recall his word:
    For by his idle speaches, you may sweare,
    His heart was not confederat with his tongue.
    635 Haru. Tut neuer doubt, keepe stomacks till anone,
    And then we shall haue cates to feede vpon.
    Pisa. Well sir, since things doe fall so crosely out,
    I mu st dispose my selfe to patience:
    But for your bu sine s s e, doe you a s s ure your selfe,
    640At my repayring home from the Exchange,
    Ile set a helping hand vnto the same.
    Enter Aluaro the Italian.
    Alua. Bon iurno signeour Padre, why be de malancollie so
    much, and graue in you a? wat Newes make you looke
    645 so naught?
    Pisa. Naught is too good an epithite by much,
    For to di stingui sh such contrariousne s s e:
    Hath not swift Fame told you our slow sailde Shippes
    Haue been ore-taken by the swift saile Gallies,
    650And all my cared-for goods within the lurch
    Of that same Catterpiller brood of Spaine.
    Alua. Signor si , how de Spaniola haue almo st tacke de
    Ship dat go for Turkie: my Pader, harke you me on word,
    I haue receiue vn lettre from my Factor de Vennise, dat after
    655 vn piculo battalion, for vn halfe howre de come a Winde
    fra de North, & de Sea go tumble here, & tumble dare, dat
    make de Gallies run away for feare be almo st drownde.
    Pisa. How sir; did the Winde rise at North, and Seas
    waxe rough: and were the Gallies therefore glad to fly?
    660 Alu. Signior si , & de Ship go dritte on de Iscola de Candy .
    Pisa Wert thou not my Aluaro my beloued,
    One whom I know does dearley count of mee,
    Much should I doubt me that some scoffing Iacke,
    Had sent thee in the midde st of all my griefes,
    665To tell a feigned tale of happy lucke.
    Alua. Will you no beleuue me? see dare dan, see de lettre.
    Pisa. What is this world? or what this state of man,
    How in a moment cur st, in a trice ble st?
    But euen now my happie state gan fade,
    670And now againe, my state is happie made,
    My Goods all safe, my Ships all scapt away,
    And none to bring me newes of such good lucke,
    But whom the heauens have markt to be my Sonne:
    Were I a Lord as great as Alexander,
    675None should more willingly be made mine Heyre,
    Then thee thou golden tongue, thou good-newes teller
    Ioy stops my mouth. The Exchange Bell rings.
    Balsa. M. Pisaro, the day is late, the Bell doth ring:
    Wilt please you ha sten to performe this bu sine s s e?
    680 Pisa. What bu sine s s e sir? Gods mee, I cry you mercie:
    Doe it, yes sir, you shall commaunde me more.
    Tower. But sir, What doe you meane, doe you intend
    To pay this Bill, or else to palter with mee?
    Pisa. Marry God shield, that I should palter with you:
    685I doe accept it, and come when you please;
    You shall haue your money, you shall haue your money due.
    Po st . I beseech your wor ship to con sider mee.
    Pisa. Oh, you cannot cogge: Goe to, take that,
    Pray for my life: pray that I haue good lucke,
    690And thou shalt see, I will not be thy wor st mai ster.
    Po st . Marry God ble s s e your Wor ship; I came in happy
    time: What, a French crowne? sure hee knowes not what
    he does: well, Ile begon, lea st he remember himselfe, and
    take it from me againe. Exit Po st .
    695 Pisa. Come on my lads, M. Vandalle, sweet sonne Aluaro:
    Come don Balsaro, lets be iogging home
    Bir laken sirs, I thinke tis one a clocke.
    Extt Pisaro, Balsaro, Aluaro, Delion, and Uandalle.
    Brow. Come M. Moore, th'Exchange is waxen thin,
    700I thinke it be st we get vs home to dinner.
    Moor. I know that I am lookt for long ere this:
    Come mai ster Towerson, let's walke along.
    Exit Moore, Browne, Towerson, Strangers, & Marchant.
    Heigh. And if you be so hot vpon your dinner,
    705Your be st way is, to ha ste Pisaro on,
    For he is cold enough, and slow enough;
    He hath so late dige sted such cold newes.
    Walg. Mary and shall: Heare you mai ster Pisaro.
    Haru. Many Pisaros heere: Why how now Ned;
    710Where is your Mat, your welcome, and good cheare?
    Walg. Swounds, lets follow him; why stay we heere?
    Heigh. Nay prethee Ned Walg. lets bethinke our selues,
    There's no such ha ste, we may come time enough:
    At fir st Pisaro bade vs come to him
    715Twixt two or three a clocke at after noone?
    Then was he old Pisaro: but since then,
    What with his griefe for lo s s e, and ioy for finding,
    Hee quite forgat himselfe, when he did bid vs,
    And afterward forgat, that he had bade vs.
    720 Walg. I care not, I remember't well enough:
    Hee bade vs home; and I will goe, that's flat,
    To teach him better witte another time.
    Haru. Heer'le be a gallant iest, when we come there,
    To see how maz'd the greedie chuffe will looke
    725Vpon the nations, sects, and facttions,
    That now haue borne him company to dinner:
    But harke you, lets not goe to vexe the man;
    Prethee sweet Ned lets tarry, doe not goe.
    Walg. Not goe? indeed you may doe what you please;
    730Ile goe, that's flat: nay, I am gon alreadie,
    Stay you two, and con sider further of it.
    Heigh. Nay all will goe, if one: I prethee stay;
    Thou'rt such a ra sh and giddie headed youth.
    Each Stone's a Thorne: Hoyda, he skips for ha ste;
    735Young Haruie did but ie st; I know heele goe.
    Walg. Nay, he may chuse for mee: But if he will,
    Why does he not? why stands he prating still?
    If youle goe, come: if not, fare-well?
    Haru. Hier a Po st=horse for him (gentle Francke)
    740Heer's ha ste, and more ha ste then a ha stie Pudding:
    You mad-man, mad-cap, wild-oates; we are for you,
    It bootes not stay, when you intend to goe.
    Walg. Come away then. Exeunt.
    Enter Pisaro, Aluaro, Delion, and Uandalle.
    745 Pisa. A thousand welcomes friendes: Mon sieur Delion,
    Ten thousand Ben-venues vnto your selfe,
    Signior Aluaro, Mai ster Vandalle;
    Proude am I, that my roofe containes such Friends.
    Why Mall, Laurentia, Matth; Where be these Girles?
    750 Enter the three Si sters.
    Liuely my Girles, and bid these Strangers welcome;
    They are my friends, your friends, and our wel-willers:
    You cannot tell what good you may haue on them.
    Gods mee. Why stirre you not? Harke in your eare,
    755These be the men the choyse of many millions,
    That I your carefull Father haue prouided
    To be your Husbands: therefore bid them welcome.
    Math. Nay by my troth, tis not the guyse of maydes,
    To giue a slauering Salute to men: (aside,
    760If these sweete youths haue not the witte to doe it,
    Wee haue the hone stie to let them stand.
    Vanda. Gods sekerlin, dats vn-fra meskin, Mon sieur
    Delion dare de Grote frie ster, dare wode ic zene, tis vn-fra
    Daughter, dare heb ic so long loude, dare Heb my de sire
    765 so long gewe st .
    Alua. Ah Uenice, Roma, Italia, Frauncia, Anglitera , nor all
    dis orbe can shew so much belliza, veremante de secunda,
    Madona de granda bewtie.
    Delio. Certes me dincke de mine depeteta de little An-
    770 gloise, de me Matre s s e Pisaro is vn nette, vn becues, vn fra,
    et vn tendra Damosella.
    Pisa. What Stocks, what stones, what senceles Truncks
    be these?
    When as I bid you speake, you hold your tongue:
    775When I bid peace, then can you prate, and chat,
    And gossip: But goe too, speake and bid welcome;
    Or (as I liue) you were as good you did.
    Mari. I cannot tell what Language I should speake:
    Yf I speake Engli sh (as I can none other)
    780They cannot vnder stand me, nor my welcome.
    Alua. Bella Madona , dare is no language so dulce; dulce ,
    dat is sweete, as de language, dat you shall speake, and de
    vell come dat you sal say, sal be well know perfaytemente.
    Mari.Pray sir, What is all this in Engli sh ?
    785 Alua. De vsa sal vell tea sh you vat dat is; and if you sal
    please, I will tea sh you to parler Italiano .
    Pisa. And that mee thinkes sir, not without need:
    And with Italian, to a Childes obedience,
    With such de sire to seeke to please their Parents,
    790As others farre more vertuous then them selues,
    Doe dayly striue to doe: But tis no matter,
    Ile shortly pull your haughtie stomacks downe:
    Ile teach you vrge your Father; make you runne,
    When I bid runne: and speake, when I bid speake:
    795What greater cro s s e can carefull parents haue (knock within
    Then carele s s e Chidren. Stirre and see who knocks?
    Enter Haruie,Walgraue,and Heigham.
    Walg.Good morrow to my good Mi stris Mathea.
    Mathea.As good a morrow, to the morrow giuer.
    800 Pisa.A murren, what make these? What do they heere?
    Heigh. You see mai ster Pisaro, we are bold gue stes,
    You could haue bid no surer men then wee.
    Pisa. Harke you Gentlemen; I did not expect you
    At after noone, not before two a clocke.
    805 Haru. Why sir, if you please, you shall haue vs heere at
    two a clocke, at three a clocke, at foure a clock; nay till to
    morrow this time: yet I a s s ure you sir, wee came not to
    your house without inuiting.
    Pisa>. Why Gentlemen, I pray who bade you now?
    810Who euer did it, sure hath done you wrong:
    For scarcely could you come to worser cheare.
    Heigh. It was your owne selfe bade vs to your cheare,
    When you were bu sie with Balsaro talking;
    You bade vs cease our suites till dinner time,
    815And then to vse it for our table talke:
    And wee I warrant you, are as sure as Steele.
    Pisa. A murren on your selues, and sureness too:
    How am I cro st: Gods mee, what shall I doe,
    This was that ill newes of the Spani sh Pirats,
    820That so di sturb'd mee: well, I mu st di s s emble,
    And bid them welcome; but for my Daughters
    Ile send them hence, they shall not stand and prate.
    Well my Mai sters, Gentlemen, and Friends,
    Though vnexpected, yet mo st heartily welcome;
    825(Welcome with a vengeance) but for your cheare,
    That will be small: yet too too much for you.
    Mall, in and get things readie.
    Laurentia, bid Maudlin lay the Cloth, take vp the Meate:
    Looke how she stirres; you sullen Elfe, you Callet,
    830Is this the ha ste you make? Exeunt Marina & Laurentia.
    Alua. Signor Pisaro, ne soiat so malcontento de Gentle-
    woman your filigola did parler but a littella to, de gentle
    homa your graunde amico .
    Pisa. But that graunde amico , is your graunde inimico:
    835One, if they be suffred to parlar,
    Will poll you, I, and pill you of your Wife:
    They loue togeather: and the other two,
    Loues her two Si sters: but tis onely you
    Shall crop the flower, that they e steeme so much.
    840 Alua. Do dey so; vell let me lone, sal see me giue dem
    de such graund mocke, sal be shame of dem selues.
    Pisa>. Doe sir, I pray you doe; set lu stily vpon them,
    And Ile be ready still to second you.
    Walg. But Matt, art thou so mad as to turne French?
    845 Math. Yes marry when two two Sundayes come together;
    Thinke you Ile learne to speake this gibberidge,
    Or the Pigges language? Why, if I fall sicke,
    Theyle say, the French (et-cetera) infected mee.
    Pisa. Why how now Minion; what, is this your seruice;
    850Your other Si sters bu sie are imployde,
    And you stande idle: get you in, or. Exit Mathea.
    Walg. Yf you chide her, chide mee (M. Pisaro:
    For but for mee, she had gon in long since.
    Pisa. I thinke she had: for we are sprights to scare her;
    855But er't be long, Ile driue that humor from her.
    Alua. Signor, me thinkes you soud no macke de wen she
    so hardee, so disobedient to de padre as ditt madona Matt.
    Walg. Signor, me thinkes you should learne to speake,
    before you should be so foole-hardy, as to woe such a
    860Mayden as that Madona Matt?
    Delio. Warrent you Mon sieur, he sal parle wen you sal
    stande out the doure.
    Haru. Harke you Mon sieur, you would wi sh your selfe
    halfe hang'd, you were as sure to be let in as hee.
    865 Uan. Macke no doubt de signor Alua. sal do vel enough
    Heigh. perhaps so: but me thinkes your be st way were to
    ship your selfe for Stoad, and there to batter your selfe for a
    commodity; for I can tell you, you are here out of liking.
    Pisa. The wor st perhappes di slike him, but the be st
    870e steeme him be st.
    Haru. But by your patience sir, mee thinks none
    should know better who's Lord, then the Lady.
    Alua. Den de Lady, vat Lady?
    Haru. Marry sir, the Lady let her alone: one that
    875meanes to let you alone for feare of trouble.
    Pisa. Euery man as he may: yet sometimes the blinde
    may katch a Hare.
    Heigh. I sir, but he will fir st eate many a Fly:
    You know it mu st be a wonder, if a Crab catch a Fowle.
    880 Uand. Maer hort ens ; if he & ic & mon sier Delion be de
    Crab, we sal ka sh de Fowle wel genough, I warrent you.
    Walg. I, and the Foole well enough I warrant you;
    And much good may it doe yee.
    Alua. Mee dincke such a piculo man as you be, sal haue
    885no de such grande lucke madere.
    Delio. Non da Mon sieur, and he be so granda amorous
    op de Damosella, he sal haue Mawdlyn de witt Wen she in
    de Kichine by maiter Pisaros leaue.
    Walg. By M. Pisaros leaue, Mon sieur Ile mumble you, ex-
    890cept you learne to know, whom you speake to: I tell thee
    Francois, Ile haue (maugre thy teeth) her that shall make
    thee gna sh thy teeth to want.
    Pisa. Yet a man may want of his will, and bate an Ace
    of his wi sh: But Gentlemen, euery man as his lucke serues,
    895and so agree wee; I would not haue you fall out in my
    house: Come, come, all this was in ie st, now lets too't in
    earne st; I meane with our teeth, and try who's the be st
    Trencher-man. Exeunt.
    Euter Frisco.
    900 Frisc. Ah sirra, now I know, what manner of thing
    Powles is; I did so marle afore what it was out of all count:
    For my mai ster would say, Would I had Powles full of
    Gold. My young Mi stre s s es, and Grimkin our Taylor,
    would wi sh they had Powles full of Needles: I, one askt
    905my mai ster halfe a yard of Freeze to make me a Coate and
    hee cride whoope holly-day, it was big enough to make
    Powles a Night-gowne. I haue been told, that Duke Hum-
    frie dwelles here, and that he keeps open house, and that a
    braue sort of Cammileres dine with him euery day; now
    910if I could see any vi sion in the world towards dinner, I
    would set in a foote: But the be st is, a the auncient Eng-
    li sh romaine Orator saith, So-lame-men, Misers, Howsewiues,
    and so foorth: the be st is, that I haue great store of compa-
    nie that doe nothing but goe vp and downe, and goe vp
    915and downe, and make a grumbling togeather, that the
    meate is so long making readie: Well, if I could meete
    this scuruie Frenchman, they should stay mee, for I would
    be gone home.
    Enter Anthony.
    920 Antho. I beseech you Mon sieur, giue mee audience.
    Frisc. What would you haue? What should I giue you?
    Antho. Pardon, sir, mine vnciuill and presumptuous in-
    tru sion, who indeauour nothing le s s e, then to prouoke or
    exasperat you again st mee.
    925 Frisc. They say, a word to the Wise is enough: so by
    this little French that he speakes, I see hee is the very man I
    seeke for: Sir, I pray what is your name?
    Antho. I am nominated Monsieur Le Mouche, and re st at
    your bon seruice.
    930 Frisc. I vnder stand him partly; yea, and partly nay:
    Can you speake French? Content pore uous mon sieur Madomo.
    Antho. If I could not sir, I should ill vnder stand you:
    you speake the be st French that euer trode vpon Shoe of
    Leather.
    935 Frisc. Nay, I can speake more Languages then that:
    This is Italian, is it not? Nella slurde Curte zana.
    Antho. Yes sir, and you speake it like a very Naturall.
    Frisc. I beleeue you well, now for Dutch:
    Ducky de doe watt heb yee ge brought.
    940 Antho. I pray stop your mouth, for I neuer heard such
    Dutch before brocht.
    Frsc. Nay I thinke you haue not met with no pezant:
    Heare you M. Mouse, (so your name is I take it) I haue
    con sidered of your learning in these aforesaid Languages,
    945and find you reasonable: So, so, now this is the matter;
    Can you take the ease to teach these Tongues to two or
    three Gentlewomen of mine acquaintance, and I will see
    you paide for your labour.
    Antho. Yes sir, and that mo st willingly.
    950 Fris . Why then M. Mouse, to their vse, I entertaine yee,
    which had not been but for the troubles of the world, that
    I my selfe haue no leasure to shew my skill: Well sir, if
    youle please to walke with me, Ile bring you to them.
    Exeunt.
    955 Enter Laurentia, Marina, and Mathea.
    Lauren. Sit till dinners done; not I, I sweare:
    Shall I stay? till he belch into mine eares
    Those ru sticke Phrases, and those Dutch French tearmes,
    Stammering halfe Sentences dogbolt Elloquence:
    960And when he hath no loue for-sooth, why then
    Hee tels me Cloth is deare at Anwerpe, and the men
    of Am sterdam haue lately made a law,
    That none but Dutch as hee, may trafficke there:
    Then standes he still and studies what to say;
    965And after some halfe houre, because the A s s e
    Hopes (as he thinkes) I shall not contradict him,
    Hee tells me that my Father brought him to me,
    And that I mu st performe my Fathers will.
    Well good-man Goose-cap, when thou woe st againe,
    970Thou shalt haue simple ease, for thy Loues paine.
    Mathe. Alas poore Wench, I sorrow for thy hap,
    To see how thou art clog'd with such a Dunce:
    Forsooth my Sire hath fitted me farre better,
    My Frenchman comes vpon me with the Sa, sa, sa ;
    975Sweete Madam pardone moye I pra:
    And then out goes his Hand, downe goes his Head,
    Swallowes his Spittle, frisles his Beard, and then to mee:
    Pardone moy mi s s tre s s e Mathea,
    If I be bold, to macke so bold met you,
    980 Thinke it go will dat stirres me dus up yow.
    Dan ca st neit off so good ande true Louer,
    Madama cele stura de la, (I know not what)
    Doe oft pray to God dat me woud loue her:
    And then hee reckons a catalogue of names
    985of such as loue him, and yet cannot get him.
    Mari. Nay, but your Mon sieur's but a Mouse in cheese,
    Compard with my Signor; hee can tell
    Of Lady Uenus, and her Sonne blind Cupid:
    Of the faire Scilla that was lou'd of Glaucus,
    990And yet scornd Glaucus, and yet lou'd King Minos;
    Yet Minos hated her, and yet she holp'd him;
    And yet he scorn'd her, yet she kild her Father
    To doe her good; yet he could not abide her:
    Nay, hele be bawdy too in his discourse;
    995And when he is so, he will take my Hand,
    And tickle the Palme, wincke with his one Eye,
    Gape with his mouth, and
    Lauren. And, hold thy tongue I prethee: here's my father.
    Enter Pisaro, Aluaro, Uandalle, Delion, Haruie,
    1000 Walgraue, and Heigham.
    Pisa. Vnmannerely, vntaught, vnnurtured Girles,
    Doe I bring Gentlemen, my very friends
    To fea st with mee, to reuell at my House,
    That their good likings, may be set on you,
    1005And you like misbehaud and sullen Girles,
    Turne tayle to such, as may aduance your states:
    I shall remembert, when you thinke I doe not.
    I am sorrie Gentlemen, your cheare's no better;
    But what did want at Board, excuse me for,
    1010And you shall haue amendes be made in Bed.
    To them friends, to them; they are none but yours:
    For you I bred them, for you brought them vp:
    For you I kept them, and you shall haue them:
    I hate all others that resort to them:
    1015Then rouse your bloods, be bold with what's your owne:
    For I and mine (my friends) be yours, or none.
    Enter Frisco and Anthonie.
    Frisc. God-gee god-morrow sir, I haue brought you
    M. Mouse here to teach my young Mi stre s s es: I a s s ure you
    1020(for-sooth) he is a braue Frenchman.
    Pisa. Welcome friend, welcome: my man (I thinke)
    Hath at the full, resolu'd thee of my will.
    Mon sieur Delion, I pray que stion him:
    I tell you sir, tis onely for your sake,
    1025That I doe meane to entertaine this fellow,
    Antho. A bots of all ill lucke, how came these heere?
    Now am I posde except the Wenches helpe mee:
    I haue no French to slap them in the mouth,
    Haru. To see the lucke of a good fellow, poore Anthony
    1030Could nere haue sorted out a worser time:
    Now will the packe of all our sly deuices
    Be quite layde ope, as one vndoes an Oy ster:
    Franke Heigham, and mad Ned, fall to your muses,
    To helpe poore Anthony now at a pinch,
    1035Or all our market will be spoyld and marde.
    Walg. Tut man, let vs alone, I warrant you.
    Delio. Mon sieur, Vous e stes tresbien venu, de quell pais e stes uous.
    Anth. Vous , thats you: sure he saies, how do men call you
    Mon sieur le Mouche?
    1040 Mari. Si ster, helpe si ster; that's hone st Anthonie,
    And he answers your woer cuius contrarium.
    Delio.Mon sieur, Vous n'entent pas, Ie ne demaunde puit,
    vo stre nom?
    Math. Mon sieur Delion, he that made your Shooes, made
    1045them not in fa shion: they should haue been cut square at
    the toe.
    Delio. Madame my Sho met de square toe, vat be dat?
    Pisa. Why sauce-box, how now you vnreuerent mincks
    Why? in whose Stable ha st thou been brought vp,
    1050To interrupt a man in mid st of speach?
    Mon sieur Delion, disquiet not your selfe,
    But as you haue begun, I pray proceed
    To que stion with this Countriman of yours.
    Delio. Dat me sal doe tres bien, But de bella Madona
    1055de iune Gentlewoman do mon stre some singe of amour to
    speake lot me, epurce mon sieur, mee sal say but two tree
    fowre fiue word to dis francios: or sus Mon sieur Le
    mouche en quelle partie de Fraunce e sties vous ne?
    Haru. Fraunce.
    1060 Heigh. Ned.
    Walg. Sbloud, let me come.
    Mai ster Pisaro, we haue occa sion of affaires,
    Which calles vs hence with speed; wherefore I pray
    Deferre this bu sine s s e till some fitter time,
    1065And to performe what at the Exchange we spoke of.
    Antho. A blessing on that tongue, saith Anthony.
    Pisa. Yes marry Gentlemen, I will, I will.
    Aluaro to your taske, fall to your taske,
    Ile beare away those three, who being heere,
    1070Would set my Daughters on a merry pin:
    Then chearely try your luckes; but speake, and speed,
    For you alone (say I) shall doe the deed.
    Exeunt Pisaro,Haruy, Walgraue, and Higham.
    Frisc. Heare you M. Mouse, did you dine to day at
    1075 Paules with the re st of the Gentlemen there?
    Antho. No sir, I am yet vndined.
    Frisc.Mee thinkes you should haue a reasonable good
    stomacke then by this time, as for me, I can sell nothinge
    within me from my mouth to my Cod-peece but all Em-
    1080ptie, wherefore I thinke a peece of wisdome to goe in and
    see what Maudelin hath prouided for our Dinner mai ster
    Mouse will you goe in?
    Antho. With as good a stomacke and de sire as your(selfe.
    Frisc. Lett's pa s s e in then
    1085 Exeunt Frisco, and Anthonie.
    Uanda. Han seg you Dochtor, vor vat cause, voer why
    bede also much grooterlie strange, Ic seg you wat, if datt
    ghy speake to me, is datt ghy loue me.
    Lauren. I st that I care not for you, i st that your breath
    1090 stinckes, if that your breath stinckes not, you mu st learne
    sweeter Engli sh or I shall neuer vnder stand your suite.
    Delion. Pardone moy Madame.
    Math. Withall my heart so you offend no more.
    Delio. Is dat an offence to be amorous di one belle Gen-
    1095tleawoman.
    Math. I sir see your Belle Gentle-woman cannot be a-
    morous of you.
    Mar.Then if I were as that belle Gentlewomans louer,
    I would trouble her no further, nor be amorous any longer.
    1100 Alua. Madona yet de Belleza of de face beutie deforme
    of all de Corpo may be such datt no perriculo, nor all de
    mal shaunce, can make him leaue hir dulce visage.
    Laur. But signor Aluaro if the periculo or mal shaunce
    were sutch, that she should loue and liue with an other,
    1105then the dulce visage mu st be lefte in spite of the louers
    teeth, whil st he may whine at his owne ill fortune.
    Uanda. Datts waer matre s s e, for it is vntrue saying, dey
    wint he taught dey verlieft lie scrat sin gatt.
    Math. And I thinke to are like to scratch there but ne-
    1110uer to claw any of my Si sters loue away.
    Uand. Dan sal your si stree do gain st her vaders will,
    for your vader segt dat ick sal heb har vor mine wife.
    Laur. I thinke not so sir, for I neuer heard him say so,
    but Ile goe in and aske him if his meaning be so.
    1115 Mari. Harke si ster signor Aluaro sayth, that I am the
    fayre st of all vs three,
    Laur.Beleeue him not for heele tell any lie.
    If so he thinkes thou may st be pleasd thereby,
    Come goe with me and neere stand prating here,
    1120I haue a ie st to tell thee in thine eare,
    Shall make you laugh: come let your signor stand,
    I know there's not a Wench in all this Towne,
    Scoffes at him more, or loues him le s s e then thou.
    Mai ster Uandalle, as much I say for you;
    1125If needes you marry with an Engli sh La s s e,
    Woe her in Engli sh , or sheele call you A s s e.
    Math. Tut that's a French cogge; sure I thinke,
    There's nere a Wench in Fraunce not halfe so fond,
    To woe and sue so for your Mounser ship.
    1130 Delio. Par may foy Madame, she does tincke dare is
    no Wenche so dure as you: for de Fillee was cree dulce,
    tendre, and amarous for me to loue hir; now me tincke dat
    I being such a fine man, you should loua me.
    Mathe. So thinke not I, sir.
    1135 Delio. But so tincke e sh oder Damosellas.
    Mathe. Nay Ile lay my loue to your commaunde,
    That my Si sters thinke not so: How say you si ster Mall?
    Why how now Gentlemen, is this your talke?
    What beaten in plaine field; where be your Maydes?
    1140Nay then I see their louing humour fades,
    And they re signe their intre st vp to mee;
    And yet I cannot serue for all you three:
    But lea st two should be madd, that I loue one,
    You shall be all alike, and Ile loue none:
    1145The world is scant, when so many Iacke Dawes,
    Houer about one Coarse with greedy pawes:
    Yf needes youle haue me stay till I am dead,
    Carrion for Crowes, Mathea for her Ned:
    And so farewell, we Si sters doe agree,
    1150To haue our willes, but nere to haue you three. Exeunt.
    Delio. Madama attendez, Madama: is she alle? doe she
    mockque de nows in such sort?
    Uand. Oh de pe stilence, hoe if dat ick can neit dese En-
    glese spreake vel, it shal hir Fader seg how dit is to pa s s e
    1155 gecomen.
    Enter Pisaro.
    Alua. Ne parlate, see here signors de Fader.
    Pisa. Now Friends, now Gentlemen, how speedes your
    worke; haue you not found them shrewd vnhappy girls?
    1160 Uand. Me ster Pisaro, de Dochter mai stris Laurentia calle
    me de Dyel, den A s s e, for that ic can neit engle sh spreken.
    Alua. Ande dat we sal no parler, dat we sal no hauar
    den for de wiue.
    Pisa>. Are they so lu sty? Dare they be so proude?
    1165Well, I shall find a time to meete with them:
    In the meane season, pray frequent my house.
    Enter Frisco running.
    Ho now sirra, whither are you running?
    Frisc. About a little tiny busine s s e.
    1170 Pisa. What busine s s e, A s s e?
    Frisc. Indeed I was not sent to you: and yet I was sent
    after the three Gen-men that din'd here, to bid them come
    to our house at ten a clocke at night, when you were abed.
    Pisa. Ha, what is this? Can this be true?
    1175What, art thou sure the Wenches bade them come?
    Frisc. So they said, vnle s s e their mindes be changed
    siince: for a Woman is like a Weather-cocke they say, & I
    am sure of no more then I am certaine of: but Ile go in and
    bid them send you word, whether they shall come or no.
    1180 Pisa. No sirra, stay you heere; but one word more:
    Did they appoint thẽ come one by one, or else al together?
    Frisc. Altogether: Lord that such a young man as you
    should haue no more witt: why if they should come toge-
    ther, one could not make rome for them, but comming one
    1185by one, theyle stand there if there were twenty of them.
    Pisa. How this newes glads me, and reuiues my soule:
    How say you sirs, what will you haue a ie st worth the
    telling; nay worth the acting: I haue it Gentlemen,
    I haue it Friends.
    1190 Alua. Signor Pisaro, I prey de gratia watte maniere sal
    we haue? wat will the parler? wat bon do you know
    Signor Pisaro, dicheti noi signor Pisaro.
    Pisa.Oh that youth so sweete, so soone should turne
    to age; were I as you, why this were sport alone for me to
    1195doe.
    Harke yee, harke yee; heere my man,
    Saith, that the Girles haue sent for Mai ster Heigham
    And his two friends; I know they loue them dear,
    And therefore wi sh them late at night be heere
    1200To reuell with them: Will you haue a ie st,
    To worke my will, and giue your longings re st:
    Why then M. Uandalle, and you two,
    Shall soone at midnight come, as they should doe,
    And court the Wenches; and to be be vnknowne,
    1205And taken for the men, whom they alone
    So much affect; each one shall change his name:
    Mai ster Uandalle, you shall take Heigham, and you
    Younge Haruie, and mon sieur Delion Ned,
    And vnder shadowes, be of sub stance sped:
    1210How like you this deuice? how thinke you of it?
    Delio. Oh de braue de galliarde deuise: me sal come by de
    nite and contier faire de Anglois Gentlehomes dicte nous
    ain si mon sieur Pisaro.
    Pisa. You are in the right sir.
    1215 Alua. And I sall name me de signor Haruy, ende mon-
    sieur Delion sall be de piculo signor Ned, ende when mado-
    na Laurentia sall say, who be dare? mi ster Vandalle sal say,
    Oh my sout Laide, hier be your loue Me stro Heigham: Is
    no dis de brauisime, mai ster Vandalle?
    1220 Vanda. Slaet vp den tromele, van ick sall come
    Vp to de camerken, wan my new Wineken
    Slaet vp den tromele, van ick sall come.
    Pisa. Ha, ha, ha, mai ster Vandalle,
    I trow you will be merrie soone at night,
    1225When you shall doe in deed, what now you hope of.
    Vanda. I sall v seg vader, Ick sall te sh your Daughter
    such a ting, make her laugh too.
    Pisa. Well my Sonnes all, (for so I count you shall)
    What we haue heere deuis'd, prouide me for:
    1230But aboue all, doe not (I pray) forget
    To come but one by one, as they did wi sh.
    Vanda. Maer hort ens vader, ick veite neite de wecke to
    you houis, hort ens sall mai ster Frisco your manneken
    come to calle de me, and bring me to house.
    1235 Pisa. Yes marry shall hee: see that you be ready,
    And at the hower of eleuen sone at night:
    Hie you to Bucklersburie to his Chamber,
    And so direct him straight vnto my house:
    My Sonne Aluaro, and mon sieur Delion,
    1240I know, doth know the way exceeding well:
    Well, weele to the Rose in Barken for an hower:
    And sirra Frisco, see you proue no blabbe.
    Exeunt Pisaro, Aluaro, Delion, and Uandalle.
    Frisc. Oh mon strous, who would thinke my Mai ster
    1245had so much witte in his old rotten budget: and yet
    yfayth he is not much troubled with it neither. Why what
    wise man in a kingdome would sende me for the Dutch-
    man? Does hee thinke Ile not cousen him: Oh fine, Ile
    haue the braue st sport: Oh braue, Ile haue the gallente st
    1250 sport: Oh come; now if I can hold behinde, while I may
    laugh a while, I care not: Ha, ha, ha.
    Enter Anthonie.
    Antho. Why how now Frisco, why laughe st thou so har- (tily?>
    Frisc. Laugh M. Mouse: Laugh, ha, ha, ha.
    1255 Antho. Laugh, why should I laugh? or why art thou so (merry?
    Frisc. Oh mai ster Mouse, mai ster Mouse, it would make
    any Mouse, Ratte, Catte, or Dogge, laugh to thinke, what
    sport we shall haue at our house sone at night: Ile tell you,
    all, my young Mi stre s s es sent me after M. Heigham and his
    1260friendes, to pray them come to our house after my old
    Mai ster was a bed: Now I went, and I went; and I runne,
    and I went: and whome should I meete, but my Mai ster
    and M. Pisaro and the Strangers; so my Mai ster very wor-
    shipfully (I mu st needs say) examined me whither I went
    1265now? I dur st not tell him an vntruth, for feare of lying, but
    told him plainely and hone stly mine arrande: Now who
    would thinke my Mai ster had such a mon strous plaguie
    witte, hee was as glad as could be; out of all scotch and
    notch glad, out of all count glad? and so sirra he bid the
    1270three Vplandi sh-men come in their steades and woe my
    young Mi stre s s es: Now it made mee so laugh to thinke
    how they will be cousend, that I could not follow my Mai-
    ster: But Ile follow him, I know he is gone to the Tauerne
    in his merry humor: Now if you will keepe this as secret
    1275as I haue done hitherto, wee shall haue the braue st sport
    soone as can be. I mu st be gone, say nothing.
    Antho. Well it is so:
    And we will haue good sport, or it shall go hard;
    This mu st the Wenches know, or all is marde.
    1280 Enter the three Si sters.
    Harke you Mis. Moll, Mis. Laurentia, Mis. Matt,
    I haue such newes (my Girles) will make you smile.
    Mari. What be they Mai ster, how I long to heare it?
    Antho. A Woman right, still longing, and with child,
    1285For euery thing they hear, or light vpon:
    Well if you be mad Wenches, heare it now,
    Now may your knaueries giue the deadlie st blow
    To night-walkers, eauese-droppers, or outlandi sh loue,
    That ere was stri sten.
    1290 Math. Anthony Mowche,
    Moue but the matter; tell vs but the ie st,
    And if you find vs slacke to execute,
    Neuer giue credence, or beleeue vs more.
    Antho. Then know: The Strangers your Outlandi sh (loues,
    1295Appoynted by your Father, come this night
    In stead of Haruie, Heigham, and young Ned,
    Vnder their shaddowes to get to your bed:
    For Frisco simply told him why he went:
    I need not to in struct, you can conceiue,
    1300You are not Stockes nor Stones, but haue some store
    Of witte and knauerie too.
    Mathe. Anthony, thankes
    Is too small a guerdon for this newes;
    You mu st be Engli sh: Well sir signor sowse,
    1305Ile teach you trickes for comming to our house.
    Laur. Are you so craftie, oh that night were come,
    That I might heare my Dutchman how hee'd sweare
    In his owne mother Language, that he loues me:
    Well, if I quit him not, I here pray God
    1310I may lead Apes in Hell, and die a Mayde;
    And that were worser to me then a hanging.
    Antho. Well said old hone st huddles; here's a heape
    Of merrie La s s es: Well, for my selfe,
    Ile hie mee to your Louers, bid them maske
    1315With vs at night, and in some corner stay
    Neere to our house, where they may make some play
    Vpon your riuals, and when they are gon,
    Come to your windowes.
    Mari. Doe so good Mai ster.
    1320 Antho. Peace, begon, for this our sport,
    Some body soone will moorne. Exeunt.
    Enter Pisaro.
    Pisa. How fauourable Heauen and Earth is seene,
    To grace the mirthfull complot that is laide,
    1325Nights Candles burne obscure, and the pale Moone
    Fauouring our drift, lyes buried in a Cloude:
    I can but smile to see the simple Girles,
    Hoping to haue their sweete-hearts here to night,
    Tickled with extreame ioy, laugh in my face:
    1330But when they finde, the Strangers in their steades,
    Theyle change their note, and sing an other song.
    Where be these Girles heere? what, to bed, to bed:
    Mawdlin make fa st the Dores, rake vp the Fire;
    Gods me, tis nine a clocke, harke Bow-bell rings. Knocke.
    1335Some looke downe below, and see who knockes:
    And harke you Girles, settle your hearts at re st,
    And full resolue you, that to morrow morne,
    You mu st be wedd to such as I preferre;
    I meane Aluaro and his other friendes:
    1340Let me no more be troubled with your nayes.
    You shall doe what Ile haue, and so resolue.
    Enter Moore.
    Welcome M. Moore, welcome,
    What winde a gods name driues you foorth so late?
    1345 Moore. Fayth sir, I am come to trouble you,
    My wife this present night is brought to bed.
    Pisa. To bed, and what hath God sent you?
    Moor. A iolly Girle, sir.
    Pisa. And God ble s s e her: But what's your will sir?
    1350 Moor. Fayth sir, my house being full of Friends,
    Such as (I thanke them), came to see my wife?
    I would reque st you, that for this one night,
    My daughter Susan might be lodged here.
    Pisa. Lodge in my house, welcome withall my heart,
    1355 Mattharke you, she shall lye with you,
    Tru st me she could not come in fitter time.
    For heere you sir, to morrow in the morning,
    All my three Daughters mu st be married,
    Good mai ster Moore lets haue your company,
    1360What say you sir, Welcome hone st friend.
    Enter a Seruant.
    Moor. How now sirra whats the newes with you?
    Pisa. Mowche heare you, stirre betimes tomorrow,
    For then I meane your Schollers shall be wed:
    1365What newes, what newes man that you looke so sad.
    Moor. Hee brings me word my wife is new falne sicke,
    And that my daughter cannot come tonight:
    Or if she does, it will be very late.
    Pisa,Beleeue me I am then more sorry for it.
    1370But for your daughter come she soone or late,
    Some of vs will be vp to let her in,
    For heere be three meanes not to sleepe to night:
    Well you mu st be gone? commende me to your wife,
    Take heede how you goe downe, the staires are bad,
    1375Bring here a light.
    Moor. Tis well I thanke you sir. Exit.
    Pisa. Good night mai ster Moore farwell hone st friend,
    Come, come to bed, to bed tis nine and pa st.
    Doe not stand prating here to make me fetch you,
    1380But gette you to your Chambers. Exit Pisaro.
    Antho. Birlady heres short worke, harke you Girles,
    Will you to morrow marry with the strangers.
    Mall. Yfayth sir no Ile fir st leape out at window,
    Before Marina marry with a stranger,
    1385 Antho. Yes but your father sweares, you shall haue one.
    Ma.Yes but his daughters, swears they shall haue none,
    These horeson Canniballs, these Phili stines,
    These tango mongoes shall not rule Ore me,
    Ile haue my will and Ned, or Ile haue none.
    1390 Antho How will you get him? how will you get him?
    I know no other way except it be this,
    That when your fathers in his sounde st sleepe,
    You ope the Dore and runne away with them.
    All Si sters. So wee will rather then mi s s e of them.
    1395 Antho. Tis well resolude yfayth and like your selues,
    But heare you? to your Chambers presently,
    Lea st that your father doe discry our drift, Exeunt Si sters.
    Mi stres Susan should come but she cannot,
    Nor perhaps shall not, yet perhaps she shall,
    1400Might not a man conceipt a prettie ie st?
    And make as mad a Riddle as this is,
    If all things fadge not, as all thinges should doe,
    We shall be sped y'fayth, Matt shall haue hue.
    Enter Vandalle and Frisco.
    1405 Uand. Waer be you me ster Frisco.
    Frisc. Here sir, here sir, now if I could cousen him, take
    heede sir hers a po st.
    Uand. Ick be so groterly hot, dat ick swette, Oh wen
    sal we come dare.
    1410 Frisc. Be you so hotte sir, let me carry your Cloake, I
    a s s ure you it will ease you much.
    Uand. Dare here, dare, tis so Darke ey can neit see.
    Frisc. I, so so: now you may trauell in your Hose and
    Doublet: now looke I as like the Dutchman, as if I were
    1415 spit straight out of his mouth: Ile straight home, & speake groote
    and broode, and toot and gibri sh; and in the darke Ile
    haue a fling at the Wenches. Well, I say no more; farewell
    M. Mendall, I mu st goe seeke my fortune. Exit Frisco.
    Vanda. Me ster Frisco, me ster Frisco, wat sal you no speak;
    1420make you de Foole? Why me ster Frisco; Oh de skellum,
    he be ga met de Cloake, me sal seg his me ster, han me ster
    Frisco, waer si dy me ster Frisco. Exit Vandal.
    Enter Haruie, Heigham, and Walgraue.
    Haruy. Goes the case so well signor bottle-nose?
    1425It may be we shall ouerreach your drift;
    This is the time the Wenches sent vs word
    Our bumba st Dutchman and his mates will come.
    Well neat Italian, you mu st don my shape:
    Play your part well, or I may haps pay you.
    1430What, speechle s s e Ned? fayth whereon muse st thou?
    Tis on your French coriuall, for my life:
    Hee come, ete Uo stre , and so forth,
    Till he hath foy sted in a Brat or two?
    How then, how then?
    1435 Walg. Swounds Ile geld him fir st,
    Ere that infe stious loszell reuell there.
    Well Matt, I thinke thou know st what Ned can doe;
    Should st thou change Ned for Noddy, mee for him,
    Thou did st not know thy lo s s e, yfayth thou did st not.
    1440 Heigh. Come leaue this idle chatte, and lets prouide
    Which of vs shall be scar-crow to these Fooles,
    And set them out the way?
    Walg. Why that will I.
    Haru. Then put a Sword into a mad-mans hand:
    1445Thou art so ha sty, that but cro s s e thy humour,
    And thou't be ready cro s s e them ore the pates:
    Therefore for this time, Ile supply the rome.
    Heigh. And so we shall be sure of chatt enough;
    Youle hold them with your floutes and gulls so long,
    1450That all the night will scarcely be enough
    To put in practise, what we haue deuisde:
    Come, come, Ile be the man shall doe the deed.
    Haru. Well, I am content to saue your longing.
    But soft, where are we? Ha, heere's the house,
    1455Come let vs take our stands: Fraunce stand you there,
    And Ned and I will cro s s e t'other side.
    Heigh. Doe so: But hu sh, I heare one pa s s ing hither.
    Enter Aluaro.
    Aluar. Oh de fauourable aspe ct of de heauen, tis so ob-
    1460 scure, so darke, so blacke dat no mortalle creature can
    know de me: I pray a Dio I sal haue de reight Wench: Ah
    si I be recht, here be de huis of signor Pisaro, I sall haue de
    madona Marina, and daruour I sall knocke to de dore.
    He knockes.
    1465 Heigh. What a pox are you mad or druncke;
    What, doe you meane to breake my Gla s s es?
    . Wat be dat Gla s s e? Wat druncke, wat mad?
    Heigh. What Gla s s es sir; why my Gla s s es: and if you
    be so crancke, Ile call the Con stable; you will not enter
    1470into a mans house (I hope) in spight of him?
    Haru. Nor dur st you be so bold as to stand there,
    Yf once the Mai ster of the House did know it.
    Alua. Is dit your Hous? be you de Signor of dis Ca s s a?
    Heigh. Signor me no signors, nor ca s s a me no ca s s as:
    1475But get you hence, or you are like to ta ste of the Ba stinado.
    Heigh. Do, do, good Ferdinand, pummell the logerhead.
    Alua. Is this neit the Hous of me ster Pisaro?
    Heigh.Yes marry when? can you tell: how doe you?
    I thanke you heartily, my finger in your mouth.
    1480 Alua. Wat be dat?
    Heigh. Marry that you are an A s s e and a Logerhead,
    To seeke mai ster Pisaros house heere.
    Alua. I prey de gratia, wat be dis pla she?
    Wat doe ye call dit strete?
    1485 Heigh. What sir; why Leaden-hall, could you not see
    the foure Spoutes as you came along?
    Alua. Certenemento Leaden hall, I hit my hed by de way,
    dare may be de voer Spouts: I prey de gratia, wi sh be de
    wey to Crochefriers?
    1490 Heigh. How, to Croched-friers? Marry you mu st goe
    along till you come to the Pumpe, and then turne on your
    right hand.
    Alua. Signor, adio. Exit Aluaro.
    Haru. Farewell, and be hang'd Signor:
    1495Now for your fellow, if the A s s e would come.
    Enter Delion.
    Delio. By my trot me doe so mush tincke of dit Gentle-
    woman de fine Wen she, dat me tincke e sh houer ten day,
    and e sh day ten yeare, till I come to her: Here be de huise
    1500of sin vader, sall alle and knocke. He knocks.
    Heigh. What a bots ayle you, are you madd?
    Will you runne ouer me and breake my Gla s s es?
    Delio. Gla s s es, wat Gla s s es? Prey is mon sieur Pisaro to
    de mayson?
    1505 Haru. Harke Ned, there's thy sub staunce
    Walg. Nay by the Ma s s e, the sub stannce's heere,
    The shaddow's but an A s s e.
    Heigh. What Mai ster Pisaro?
    Logerhead, heere's none of your Pisaros?
    1510 Delio. Yes but dit is the houis of me ster Pisaro.
    Walg. Will not this mon sieur Motley take his answer?
    Ile goe and knocke the a s s e about the pate.
    Haru. Nay by your leaue sir, but Ile hold your wor ship.
    This sturre we should haue had, had you stood there.
    1515 Walg. Why, would it not vexe one to heare the a s s e,
    Stand prating here of dit and dan, and den and dog?
    Haur. One of thy mettle Ned, would surely doe it:
    But peace, and harke to the re st.
    Delio. Doe no de fine Gentlewoman matre s s e Mathea
    1520dwell in dit Pla she?
    Heigh. No sir, here dwels none of your fine Gantle-wo-
    man: Twerre a good deed sirra, to see who you are;
    You come hither to steale my Gla s s es.
    And then counterfeite you are going to your Queanes.
    1525 Delio. I be deceu dis darke neight; here be no Wen she,
    I be no in de right pla she: I prey Mon sieur, wat be name
    dis Streete, and wi sh be de way to Cro she-friers?
    Heigh. Marry this is Fanchurch- streete,
    And the be st way to Crotched-friers, is to follow your nose
    1530 Delio. Uan she streete , how shaunce me come to Van she
    streete? vell mon sieur, me mu st alle to Croche-friers.
    Exit Delion.
    Walg. Farewell fortipence, goe seeke your Signor,
    I hope youle finde your selues two Dolts anone:
    1535Hu sh Ferdinand, I heare the la st come stamping hither.
    Enter Frisco.
    Frisc. Ha sirra, I haue left my fatte Dutchman, and runne
    my selfe almo st out of breath too: now to my young mis -
    tre s s es goe I, some body ca st an old shoe after me: but soft,
    1540how shall I doe to counterfeite the Dutchman, be cause
    I speake Engli sh so like a naturall; Tu sh, take you no
    thought for that, let me alone for Squintum squantum: soft,
    her's my Mai sters house,
    Heigh. Whose there.
    1545 Frisc. Whose there, why sir here is: Nay that's too good
    Engli sh ; Why here be de growtte Dutchman.
    Heigh. Then theres not onely a growte head, but an
    A s s e also.
    Frisc. What be yoo, yoo be an Engli sh Oxe to call a gen-
    1550tle moan A s s e.
    Haru. Harke Ned yonders good greeting.
    Frisc. But yoo, and yoo be Mai ster Mouse that dwell
    here, tell your matre s s a Laurentia datt her sweete harte
    Mai ster Vandall would speake with horde.
    1555 Heigh. Mai ster Mendall, gette you gon, lea st you get
    a broken Pate and so marre all: here's no entrance for mis -
    stres Laurentios sweete heart.
    Frisc. Gods sacaren watt is the luck now,
    Shall not I come to my friend mai ster Pisar Hoose?
    1560 Heigh. Yes and to mai ster Pisaros Shoes too, if hee or
    they were here.
    Frisc. Why my groute friend, M. Pisaro doth dwel here.
    Heigh. Sirra, you lye, heere dwells no body but I, that
    haue dwelt here this one & forty yeares, and sold Gla s s es.
    1565 Walg. Lye farder, one and fi fty at the lea st.
    Fris .Hoo, hoo, hoo; do you giue the Gentleman the ly?
    Haru. I sir, and will giue you a licke of my Cudgell, if
    yee stay long and trouble the whole streete with your
    bawling: hence dolt, and goe seeke M. Pisaros House.
    1570 Frisc. Goe seeke M. Pisaros House;
    Where shall I goe seeke it?
    Hegh. Why, you shall goe seeke it where it is.
    Frisc. That is here in Crodched-friers.
    Heigh. How Loger-head, is Croched-friers heere?
    1575I thought you were some such drunken A s s e,
    That come to seeke Croched-friers in Tower- streete:
    But get you along on your left hand, and be hang'd;
    You haue kept me out of my Bedd with your bangling,
    A good while longer then I would haue been.
    1580 Frisc. Ah, ah, How is this? Is not this Croched-friers?
    Tell mee, Ile hold a Crowne they gaue me so much Wine
    at the Tauerne, that I am druncke, and know not ont.
    Haru. My Dutchman's out his Compa s s & his Card;
    Hee's reckning what Winde hath droue him hither:
    1585Ile sweare hee thinkes neuer to see Pisaros.
    Frisc. Nay tis so, I am sure druncke; Soft let mee see,
    what was I about? Oh now I haue it, I mu st goe to my
    Mai sters house and counterfeite the Dutchman, and get
    my young Mi stre s s e: well, and I mu st turne on my left
    1590hand, for I haue forgot the way quite and cleane:
    Fare de well good friend, I am a siimple Dutchman I.
    Exit Frisco.
    Heigh.Faire weather after you. And now my Laddes,
    Haue I not plide my part as I should doe?
    1595 Haru. Twas well, twas well: But now let's ca st about,
    To set these Woodcocks farder from the House,
    And afterwards returne vnto our Girles.
    Walg. Content, content; come, come make ha ste. Exeunt.
    Enter Aluaro.
    1600 Alua. I goe and turne, and dan I come to dis pla she, I
    can no tell waer, and sall doe I can no tell watt, turne by
    the Pumpe; I pumpe it faire.
    Enter Delion.
    Alua. Me alle, ende all & can no come to Croche-friers.
    1605 Enter Frisco.
    Frisc. Oh miserable Blacke-pudding, if I can tell which
    is the way to my Mai sters house, I am a Red-herring, and
    no hone st Gentleman.
    Alua. Who parlato daer?
    1610 Delio. Who be dar? who alle der?
    Frisc. How's this? For my life here are the Strangers.
    Oh that I had the Dutchmans Hose, that I might creepe
    into the Pockets; they'le all three fall vpon me & beat me.
    Alua. Who doe der ander?
    1615 Delio. Amis?
    Frisc. Oh braue, it's no body but M. Pharoo and the
    Frenchman going to our House, on my life: well, Ile haue
    some sport with them, if the Watch hinder me not.
    Who goes there?
    1620 Delio. Who parle der, in wat pla she, in wat streat be you?
    Frisc. Why sir, I can tell where I am; I am in Tower-
    streete: Where a Diuell be you?
    Delio. Io be here in Lede-hall.
    Frisc. In Leaden-hall? I trow I shall meete with you a-
    1625none: in Leaden-hall. What a simple A s s e is this Frenchman.
    Some more of this: Where are you sir?
    Alua. Moy I be here in Van she- streete.
    Frisc. This is excellent ynfayth, as fit as a Fiddle: I in
    Tower- streete, you in Leaden-hall, and the third in Fanchurch-
    1630 streete; and yet all three heare one another, and all three
    speake togeather: either wee mu st be all three in Leaden-
    hall, or all three in Tower- streete, or all three in Fanchurch-
    streete; or all three Fooles.
    Alua. Mon sieur Gentle-home, can you well te sh de
    1635wey to Cro she-frier?
    Frisc. How to Croched-friers? I, I sir, passing well if
    you will follow mee.
    Delio. I dat me sal mon sier Gentle-home, and giue you (tanks.
    Frisc. And mon siur Pharo, I shall lead you such a iaunt,
    1640that you shall scarce giue me thankes for. Come sirrs
    follow mee: now for a durtie Puddle, the pissing Conduit,
    or a great Po st, that might turne these two from A s s es to
    Oxen by knocking their Hornes to their Fore-heads.
    Alua. Whaer be de now signor?
    1645 Frisc. Euen where you will signor, for I know not:
    Soft I smell: Oh pure Nose.
    Delio. Wat do you smell?
    FrisC. I haue the scent of London- stone as full in my nose,
    as Abchurch-lane of mother Walles Pa sties: Sirrs feele a-
    1650bout, I smell London- stone.
    Alua. Wat be dis?
    Frisc. Soft let me see; feele I should say, for I cannot see:
    Oh lads pray for my life, for we are almo st at Croched-friers.
    Delio. Dats good: but watt be dis Po st?
    1655 Frisc. This Po st; why tis the May-pole on Iuie-bridge
    going to We stmin ster.
    Delio. Ho We stmi ster, how come we tol We stmi stere?
    Frisc. Why on your Legges fooles, how should you
    goe? Soft, heere's an other: Oh now I know in deede
    1660where I am; wee are now at the farde st end of Shoredich,
    for this is the May-pole.
    Delo. Sordiche; O dio, dere be some nautie tinge, some
    Spirite do leade vs.
    Frisc. You say true sir, for I am afeard your French spirit
    1665is vp so far alredy, that you brought me this way, because
    you would finde a Charme for it at the Blew Bore in the
    Spittle: But soft, who comes heere?
    Enter a Belman.
    Bel. Maydes in your Smocks, looke wel to your Locks,
    1670Your Fier and your Light; and God giue you good night.
    Delia. Mon sieur Gentle-home, I prey parle one, too,
    tree, fore, words vore vs to dis oull man.
    Frisc. Yes marry shall I sir. I pray hone st Fellow, in
    what Streete be wee?
    1675 Bel. Ho Frisco, whither friske you at this time of night?
    Delio. What, Mon sieur Frisco?
    Alua. Signor Frisco?
    Frisc. The same, the same: Harke yee hone sty, mee
    thinkes you might doe well to haue an M. vnder your
    1680Girdle, con sidering how Signor Pisaro, and this other
    Mon sieur doe hold of mee.
    Bell. Oh sir, I cry you mercie; pardon this fault, and Ile
    doe as much for you the next time.
    Frisc. Well, passing ouer superfluicall talke, I pray what
    1685Street is this; for it is so darke, I know not where I am?
    Bell. Why art thou druncke, Do st thou not know
    Fanchurch- streete?
    Frisc. I sir, a good Fellow may sometimes be ouerseene
    among Friends; I was drinking with my Mai ster and
    1690these Gentlemen, and therefore no maruaile though I be
    none of the wise st at this present: But I pray thee Good-
    man Buttericke, bring mee to my Mai sters House.
    Bel. Why I will, I will, pu sh that you are so strange now
    adayes: but it is an old said saw, Honors change Manners.
    1695 Frisc. Good-man Buttericke will you walke afore:
    Come hone st Friends, will yee goe to our House?
    Delio. Ouy mon sieur Frisco .
    Alua. Si signor Frisco.
    Enter Uandalle.
    1700 Uand. Oh de skellam Frisco, ic weit neit waer dat ic be,
    ic goe and hit my nose op dit po st, and ic goe and hit my
    nose op danden po st; Oh de villaine: Well, waer ben ic
    now? Haw laet syen is dut neit cro she vrier, ya seker so i st
    and dit M. Pisaros huis: Oh de good shaunce, well ic sall
    1705now haue de Wen she Laurentia, me stris Laurentia.
    Enter Laurentia, Marina, Mathea, aboue.
    Mari. Who's there, Mai ster Haruie?
    Math. Mai ster Walgrave?
    Laur. Mai ster Heigham?
    1710 Uand. Ya my Louue, here be me ster Heigham your
    groot frinde.
    Mari. How, mai ster Heigham my grot vrinde?
    Out alas, here's one of the Strangers.
    Lauren. Peace you Mammet, let's see which it is; wee
    1715may chaunce teach him a strange tricke for his learning:
    M. Heigham, what wind driues you to our house so late?
    Vand. Oh my leif Mesken, de loue tol vbe so groot, dat
    het bring me out my bed voor you.
    Math. Ha, ha, we know the A s s e by his eares; it is the
    1720 Dutchman: what shall we doe with him?
    Laure. Peace, let him not know, that you are heere: M.
    Heigham, if you will stay a while that I may se, if my Father
    be a sleepe, and Ile make meanes we may come togeather
    Uand. Dat sal ick my Loua. Is dit no well counterfett
    1725I speake so like me ster Heigham as tis possible.
    Laure. Well, what shall we doe with this Lubber?
    (Louer I should say.)
    Math. What shall wee doe with him?
    Why crowne him with a ----
    1730 Mari. Fie Slutt: No, wele vse him clenlier; you know
    we haue neuer a Signe at the dore, would not the ie st proue
    currant, to make the Dutchman supply that want.
    Laure. Nay, the foole will cry out, & so wake my father.
    Mat. Why, then wele cut the Rope & ca st him downe.
    1735 Laur. And so je st out a hanging; lets rather draw him vp
    in the Basket, and so starue him to death this fro sty night.
    Mari. In sadne s s e, well aduisde: Si ster, doe you holde
    him in talke, and weele prouide it whil st.
    Laur. Goe to then. M. Heigham, oh sweete M. Higham,
    1740doth my Father thinke that his vnkindnes can part you &
    poore Laurentia? No, no, I haue found a drift to bring you
    to my Chamber, if you haue but the heart to venter it.
    Vand. Ventre, sal ick goe to de see, and be de see, and ore
    de see and in de see voer my sweete Louue.
    1745 Laur. Then you dare goe into a Basket; for I know no
    other meanes to inioy your companie, then so: for my Fa-
    ther hath the Keyes of the Dore.
    Vand. Sal ick climb vp tot you? sal ick fly vp tot you?
    sal ick, wat segdy?
    1750 Math. Bid him doe it Si ster, wee shall see his cunning.
    Laur. Oh no, so you may catch a fal. There M. Heigham,
    Put your selfe into that Basket, and I will draw you vp:
    But no words I pray you, for feare my Si ster heare you.
    Vand. No, no; no word: Oh de seete Wen she, Ick come,
    1755 Ick come.
    Laur. Are you ready mai ster Heigham?
    Vand. Ia ick my sout Lady.
    Mari. Merily then my Wenches.
    Laur. How heauie the A s s e is: Mai ster Heigham, is there
    1760any in the Basket but your selfe?
    Vand. Neit, neit, dare be no man.
    Laur. Are you vp sir? Vand. Neit, neit.
    Mari. Nor neuer are you like to climbe more higher:
    Si sters, the Woodcock's caught, the Foole is cag'd.
    1765 Vand. My sout Lady I be I be nuc neit vp, pul me tot v.
    Math. When can you tell? what mai ster Uandalle,
    A wether beaten soldier an old wencher,
    Thus to be ouer reach'd by three young Girles:
    Ah sirra now weele bragge with Mi stres Moore,
    1770To haue as fine a Parret as she hath,
    Looke si sters what a pretty foole it is:
    What a greene grea sie shyning Coate he hath,
    An Almonde for Parret, a Rope for Parret.
    Uand. Doe you moc que me seger seger,
    1775I sal seg your vader.
    Laur. Doe and you dare, you see here is your fortune,
    Disquiet not my father; if you doe,
    Ile send you with a vengeance to the ground,
    Well we mu st confe s s e we trouble you,
    1780And ouer watching makes a wiseman madde,
    Much more a foole, theres a Cu shion for you,
    Mari. To bore you through the nose.
    Laur. To lay your head on.
    Couch in your Kennell sleape and fall to re st,
    1785And so good night for London maydes skorne still,
    A Dutch-man should be seene to curbe their will.
    Uand. Hort ye Daughter, hort ye? Gods seker kin? will
    ye no let me come tot you? ick bid you let me come tot you
    watt sal ick don, ick would neit vor vn hundred pounde
    1790 Aluaro & Delion, should see me ope dit maner, well wat sal
    ick don, ick mout neit cal: vor de Wen shes wil cut de rope
    and breake my necke; ick sal here bleauen til de morning,
    & dan ick sal cal to me ster Pisaro, & make him shafe & shite
    his dauctors: Oh de skellum Frisco, Oh des cruel Hores.
    1795 Enter Pisaro.
    Pisa. Ile put the Light out, lea st I be espied,
    For closely I haue stolne me foorth a doares,
    That I might know, how my three Sonnes haue sped.
    Now (afore God) my heart is passing light,
    1800That I haue ouerreach'd the Engli shmen:
    Ha, ha, Mai ster Uandalle, many such nights
    Will swage your bigg swolne bulke, and make it lancke:
    When I was young; yet though my Haires be gray,
    I haue a Young mans spirit to the death,
    1805And can as nimbly trip it with a Girle,
    As those which fold the spring-tide in their Beards:
    Lord how the verie thought of former times,
    Supples these neere dried limbes with actiuene s s e:
    Well, thoughts are shaddowes, sooner lo st then seene,
    1810Now to my Daughters, and their merrie night,
    I hope Aluaro and his companie,
    Haue read to them morall Philosophie,
    And they are full with it: Heere Ile stay,
    And tarry till my gallant youths come foorth.
    1815 Enter Haruie, Walgraue, and Heigham.
    Heigh. You mad-man, wild-oats, mad-cap, where art (thou?.
    Walg. Heere afore.
    Haru>. Oh ware what loue is? Ned hath found the scent;
    And if the Connie chaunce to mi s s e her Burrough,
    1820Shee's ouer-borne yfayth, she cannot stand it.
    Pisa. I know that voyce, or I am much deceiued.
    Heigh. Come, why loyter wee? this is the Dore:
    But soft, heere's one a sleepe.
    Walg. Come, let mee feele:
    1825Oh tis some Rogue or other; spurn him, spurne him.
    Haru. Be not so wilfull, prethee let him lie.
    Heigh. Come backe, come backe, for wee are pa st the (house,
    Yonder's Matheas Chamber with the light.
    Pisa. Well fare a head, or I had been discride.
    1830Gods mee, what make the Young sters heere so late?
    I am a Rouge, and spurne him: well Iacke sauce,
    The Rogue is waking yet, to marre your sport.
    Walg. Matt, Mi stress Mathea; where be these Girles?
    Enter Mathea alone.
    1835 Math. Who's there below?
    Walg. Thy Ned, kind Ned, thine hone st tru sty Ned.
    Math. No, no, it is the Frenchman in his stead,
    That Moun sieur motlicoate that can di s s emble:
    Heare you Frenchman, packe to your Whores in Fraunce;
    1840Though I am Portingale by the Fathers side,
    And therefore should be lu stfull, wanton, light;
    Yet goodman Goosecap, I will let you know,
    That I haue so much Engli sh by the Mother,
    That no bace slauering French shall make me stoope:
    1845And so, sir Dan-delion fare you well.
    Walg. What speachle s s e, not a word: why how now Ned:
    Har. The Wench hath tane him downe,
    He hanges his head.
    Walg. You Dan-de-lion, you that talke so well:
    1850Harke you a word or two good Mi stris Matt,
    Did you appoynt your Friends to meete you heere,
    And being come, tell vs of Whores in Fraunce,
    A Spani sh Iennet, and an Engli sh Mare,
    A Mongrill, halfe a Dogge and half a Bitch;
    1855 With Tran-dido, Dil-dido, and I know not what?
    Heare you, if you'le run away with Ned,
    And be content to take me as you find me,
    Why so law, I am yours: if otherwise,
    Youle change your Ned to be a Frenchmans Trull?
    1860 Why then, Madame Delion, Ie uous la s s era a Dio, et la
    bon fortune
    Math. That voyce a s s ures mee, that it is my Loue:
    Say truly, Art thou my Ned? art thou my Loue?
    Walg. Swounds who should I be but Ned?
    1865You make me sweare.
    Enter aboue Marina.
    Mari. Who speake you to? Mathea who's below?
    Haru. Marina.
    Mari. Young mai ster Haruy? for that voyce saith so.
    1870 Enter Laurentia.
    Alua. Speake si ster Matt, is not my true Loue there?
    Math. Ned is.
    Laur. Not mai ster Heigham?
    Heigh. Laurentia, heere.
    1875 Laur. Yfayth thou'rt welcome.
    Heigh. Better cannot Fall.
    Math. Sweete, so art thou.
    Mari. As much to mine.
    Laur. Nay Gentles, welcome all.
    1880 Pisa. Here's cunning harlotries, they feed these off
    With welcome, and kind words, whil st other Lads
    Reuell in that delight they should po s s e s s e:
    Good Girls, I promise you I like you well.
    Mari. Say mai ster Haruy, saw you, as you came,
    1885That Leacher, which my Sire appoynts my man;
    I meane that wanton base Italian,
    That Spani sh -leather spruce companion:
    That anticke Ape trickt vp in fa shion?
    Had the A s s e come, I'de learne him, difference been
    1890Betwixt an Engli sh Gentleman and him.
    Heigh. How would you vse him (sweete)
    If he should come?
    Mari. Nay nothing (sweet) but only wa sh his crowne:
    Why the A s s e wooes in such an amorous key,
    1895That he presumes no Wench should say him nay:
    Hee slauers not his Fingers, wipes his Bill,
    And sweares infayth you shall, infayth I will;
    That I am almo st madd to bide his woeing.
    Heigh. Looke what he said in word, Ile act in doing.
    1900 Walg. Leaue thought of him, for day steales on apace,
    And to our Loues: Will you performe your words;
    All things are ready, and the Parson stands,
    To ioyne as hearts in hearts, our hands in hands;
    Night fauours vs, the thing is quickly done,
    1905Then tru s s e vp bagg and Bagages, and be gone:
    And ere the morninge, to augment your ioyes,
    Weele make you mothers of sixe goodly Boyes.
    Heigh. Promise them three good Ned, and say no more.
    Walg. But Ile get three, and if I gette not foure.
    1910 Pisa. Theres a sound Carde at Maw, a lu stie lad,
    Your father thought him well, when one he had,
    Heigh. What say you sweetes, will you performe your
    wordes?
    Matt. Loue to true loue, no le s s er meede affordes?
    1915Wee say we loue you, and that loues fayre breath
    Shall lead vs with you round about the Earth:
    And that our loues, vowes, wordes, may all proue true,
    Prepare your Armes, for thus we flie to you. they Embrace.
    Walg. This workes like waxe, now ere to morrow day,
    1920If you two ply it but as well as I,
    Weele worke our landes out of Pisaros Daughters:
    And cansell all our bondes in their great Bellies,
    When the slaue knowes it, how the Roge will curse.
    Matt. Sweete hart.
    1925 Walg. Matt.
    Mathe. Where art thou.
    Pisa. Here.
    Mathe. Oh Iesus heres our father.
    Walg. The Diuell he is.
    1930 Har u. Mai ster Pisaro, twenty times God morrow.
    Pisa. Good morrow? now tell I you Gentlemen,
    You wrong and moue my patience ouermuch,
    What will you Rob me, Kill me, Cutte my Throte:
    And set mine owne bloud here again st me too,
    1935You huswiues? Baggages? or what is worse,
    Wilfull, stoubborne, disobedient:
    Vse it not Gentlemen, abuse me not,
    Newgate hath rome, theres law enough in England,
    Heigh. Be not so te stie, heare what we can say.
    1940 Pisa. Will you be wiu'de? fir st learne to keepe a wife,
    Learne to be thriftie, learne to keepe your Lands,
    And learne to pay your debts to, I aduise, else.
    Walg. What else, what Lands, what Debts, what will
    you doe?
    1945Haue you not Land in Morgage for your mony,
    Nay since tis so, we owe you not a Penny,
    Frette not, Fume not, neuer bende the Browe:
    You take Tenn in the hundred more then Law,
    We can complayne, extortion, simony,
    1950Newgate hath Rome, thers Law enough in England.
    Heigh. Prethe haue done.
    Walg. Prethy me no Prethies.
    Here is my wife, Sbloud touch her, if thou dar st,
    Hear st thou, Ile lie with her before thy face,
    1955Again st the Cro s s e in Cheape, here, any where,
    What you old craftie Fox you.
    Heigh. Ned, stop there.
    Pisa. Nay, nay speake out, beare witne s s e Gentlemen,
    Whers Mowche, charge my Musket, bring me my Bill,
    1960For here are some that meane to Rob thy mai ster.
    Enter Anthony.
    I am a Fox with you, well Iack sawce,
    Beware lea st for a Goose, I pray on you.
    Exeunt Pisaro and Daughters.
    1965In baggages, Mowche make fa st the doore.
    Walg. A vengeance on ill lucke,
    Antho. What neuer storme,
    But bridle anger with wise gouernment.
    Heigh. Whom? Anthony our friend, Ah now our hopes,
    1970Are found too light to ballance our ill happes.
    Antho. Tut nere say so, for Anthony
    Is not deuoyde of meanes to helpe his Friends.
    Walg. Swounds, what a diuell made he foorth so late?
    Ile lay my life twas hee that fainde to sleepe,
    1975And we all vnsuspitious, tearmde a Roage:
    Oh God, had I but knowne him; if I had,
    I would haue writt such Letters with my Sword
    Vpon the bald skin of his parching pate,
    That he should nere haue liude to cro s s e vs more.
    1980 Antho. These menaces are vaine, and helpeth naught:
    But I haue in the deapth of my conceit
    Found out a more materiall strategem:
    Harke Mai ster Walgraue, yours craues quicke dispatch,
    About it straight, stay not to say farewell. Exit Walgrave.
    1985You Mai ster Heigham, hie you to your Chamber,
    And stirre not foorth, my shaddow, or my selfe,
    Will in the morning earely vi sit you;
    Build on my promise sir, and good night. Exit Heigham.
    La st, yet as great in loue, as to the fir st:
    1990Yf you remember, once I told a ie st,
    How feigning to be sicke, a Friend of mine
    Po s s e st the happy i s s ue of his Loue:
    That counterfeited humor mu st you play;
    I need not to in struct, you can conceiue,
    1995Vse mai ster Browne your Ho st, as chiefe in this:
    But fir st, to make the matter seeme more true,
    Sickly and sadly bid the churle good night;
    I heare him at the Window, there he is.
    Enter Pisaro aboue.
    2000Now for a tricke to ouerreach the Diuell.
    I tell you sir, you wrong my mai ster much,
    And then to make amends, you giue hard words:
    H'ath been a friend to you; nay more, a Father:
    I promise you, tis mo st vngently done.
    2005 Pisa. I, well said Mouche, now I see thy loue,
    And thou shalt see mine, one day if I liue.
    None but my Daughters sir, hanges for your tooth:
    I'de rather see them hang'd fir st, ere you get them.
    Haru. Mai ster Pisaro, heare a dead man speake,
    2010Who singes the wofull accents of his end.
    I doe confe s s e I loue; then let not loue
    Proue the sad engine of my liues remooue:
    Marinaes rich Po s s ession was my bli s s e?
    Then in her lo s s e, all ioy eclipsed is:
    2015As euery Plant takes vertue of the Sunne;
    So from her Eyes, this life and beeing sprung:
    But now debard of those cleare shyning Rayes,
    Death for Earth gapes, and Earth to Death obeyes:
    Each word thou spak st, (oh speake not so againe)
    2020Bore Deaths true image on the Word ingrauen;
    Which as it flue mixt with Heauens ayerie breath,
    Summond the dreadfull Sessions of my death:
    I leaue thee to thy wi sh, and may th'euent
    Prooue equall to thy hope and hearts content.
    2025 Marina to that hap, that happie st is;
    My Body to the Graue, my Soule to bli s s e.
    Haue I done well? Exit Haruie.
    Antho. Excellent well in troth.
    Pisar. I, goe; I, goe: your words moue me as much,
    2030As doth a Stone being ca st again st the ayre.
    But soft, What Light is that? What Folkes be those? Oh tis
    Aluaro & his other Friends, Ile downe & let them in. Exit.
    Enter Belman, Frisco, Vandalle, Delion, & Aluaro.
    Frisc. Where are we now gaffer Buttericke?
    2035 Bel. Why know you not Croched-friers, where be your (wits?
    Aluar. Wat be tis Croche-Uiers? vidite padre dare; tacke
    you dat, me sal troble you no farre.
    Bell. I thanke you Gentlemen, good night:
    Good night Frisco. Exit Belman.
    2040 Frisc. Farewell Buttericke, what a Clowne it is:
    Come on my mai sters merrily, Ile knocke at the dore.
    Antho. Who's theere, our three wise Woers,
    Blockhead our man? had he not been,
    They might haue hanged them-selues,
    2045For nay Wenches they had hit vpon:
    Good morrow, or good den, I know not whether.
    Delio. Mon sieur de Mowche, wat macke you out de
    Houis so late?
    Enter Pisaro below.
    2050 Pisa. What, what, young men & sluggards? fy for shame
    You trifle time at home about vaine toyes,
    Whil st others in the meane time, steale your Brides:
    I tell you sir, the Engli sh Gentlemen
    Had well-ny mated you, and mee, and all;
    2055The Dores were open, and the Girles abroad,
    Their Sweet-hearts ready to receiue them to:
    And gone forsooth they had been, had not I
    (I thinke by reuelation) stopt their flight:
    But I haue coopt them vp, and so will keepe them.
    2060But sirra Frisco, where's the man I sent for?
    Whose Cloake haue you got there?
    How now, where's Uandalle?
    Frisc. For-sooth he is not heere:
    Mai ster Mendall you meane, doe you not?
    2065 Pisar. Why logerhead, him I sent for, where is he?
    Where ha st thou been? How ha st thou spent thy time?
    Did I not send thee to my Sonne Vandalle?
    Frisc. I M. Mendall; why forsooth I was at his Cham-
    ber, and wee were comming hitherward, and he was very
    2070hot, and bade me carry his Cloake; and I no sooner had it,
    but he (being very light) firkes me downe on the left hand,
    and I turnd downe on the left hand, and so lo st him.
    Pisa. Why then you turnd togeather, A s s e.
    Frisc. No sir, we neuer saw one another since.
    2075 Pisa. Why, turnd you not both on the left hand?
    Frisc. No for-sooth we turnd on the left hand.
    Pisa. Hoyda, why yet you went both together.
    Fris . Ah no, we went cleane contrary one from another.
    Pisa. Why Dolt, why Patch, why A s s e,
    2080On which hand turnd yee?
    Frisc. Alas, alas, I cannot tell for-sooth, it was so darke
    I could not see, on which hand we turnd: But I am sure we
    turnd one way.
    Pisa. Was euer creature plagud with such a Dolt?
    2085My Sonne Vandall now hath lo st himselfe,
    And shall all night goe straying bout the Towne;
    Or meete with some strange Watch that knowes him not;
    And all by such an arrant A s s e as this.
    Anth. No, no, you may soone smel the Dutchmans lodg- (ing:
    2090Now for a Figure: Out alas, what's yonder?
    Pisa. Where?
    Fris . Hoyda, hoyda, a Basket: it turnes, hoe.
    Pisa. Peace ye Villaine, and let's see who's there?
    Goe looke about the House; where are our weapons?
    2095 What might this meane?
    Frisc. Looke, looke, looke; there's one in it, he peeps out:
    Is there nere a Stone here to hurle at his Nose.
    Pisa. What, would st thou breake my Windowes
    with a Stone? How now, who's there, who are you sir?
    2100 Frisc. Looke, he peepes out againe: Oh it's M. Mend-
    all, it's M. Mendall: how got he vp thither?
    Pisa. What, my Sonne Vandalle, how comes this to pa s s e?
    Alua. Signor Vandalle, wat do yo goe to de wen she in de
    Basket?
    2105 Vand. Oh Vadere, Vadere, here be su sh cruell Dochter-
    kens, ick ben also wery, also wery, also cold; for be in dit
    little Basket: Ic prey helpe dene.
    Frisc. He lookes like the signe of the Mouth without
    Bi shops gate, gaping, and a great Face, and a great Head,
    2110and no Body.
    Pisa. Why how now Sonne, what haue your Adamants
    Drawne you vp so farre, and there left you hanging
    Twixt Heauen and Earth like Mahomets Sepulchre?
    Antho. They did vnkindly, who so ere they were,
    2115That plagu'd him here, like Tantalus in Hell,
    To touch his Lippes like the de sired Fruite,
    And then to snatch it from his gaping Chappes.
    Alua. A little farder signor Vandalle, and dan you may
    put v hed into de windo and ca sh de Wen sh.
    2120 Vand. Ick prey Vader dat you helps de mee, Ick prey
    Goddie Vader,
    Pisa. Helpe you, but how?
    Frisc. Cut the Rope.
    Antho. Sir, Ile goe in and see,
    2125And if I can, Ile let him downe to you. Exit Anthony.
    Pisa. Doe gentle Mouche: Why but here's a ie st;
    They say, high climers haue the greate st falles:
    If you should fall; as how youle doe I know not,
    Birlady I should doubt me of my Sonne:
    2130Pray to the Rope to hold: Art thou there Mouche?
    Enter Anthony aboue.
    Antho. Yes sir, now you may chuse, whether youle stay
    till I set him downe, or whether I shall cut him downe?
    Frisc. Cut him downe mai ster Mowse, cut him downe,
    2135And let's see, how hele tumble.
    Pisa. Why sauce, who ask'd your counsaile?
    Let him downe,
    What, with a Cu shion too? why you prouided
    To lead your life as did Diogines;
    2140And for a Tubb, to creepe into a Basket.
    Vanda. Ick sall seg v Vader, Ick quame here to your
    Huise and spreake tol de Dochterken.
    Frisc. M. Mendall, you are welcome out of the Basket:
    I smell a Ratt, it was not for nothing, that you lo st me.
    2145 Vand. Oh skellum, you run away from me.
    Pisa. I thought so sirra, you gaue him the slip.
    Frisc. Faw, no for-sooth; Ile tell you how it was: when
    we come from Bucklers-Burie into Corn-Wale, and I had
    taken the Cloake,then you should haue turnd downe on
    2150your left hand and so haue gone right forward, and so
    turnd vp againe, and so haue cro st the streate; and you like
    an A s s e.
    Pisa. Why how now Rascall; is your manners such?
    You a s s e, you Dolt, why led you him through Corn-hill,
    2155Your way had been to come through Canning streete.
    Frisc. Why so I did sir.
    Pisa. Why thou see st yee were in Corn-Hill.
    Frisc. Indeed sir there was three faults, the Night was
    darke, Mai ster Mendall drunke, and I sleepy, that we could
    2160not tell very well, which way we went.
    Pisa. Sirra I owe for this a Cudgelling:
    But Gentlemen, sith things haue faulne out so,
    And for I see Uandalle quakes for cold,
    This night accept your Lodginges in my house,
    2165And in the morning forward with your marriage.
    Come on my sonnes, sirra fetch vp more wood.
    Exeunt.
    Enter the three Si sters.
    Laur. Nay neuer weepe Marina for the matter,
    2170Teares are but signes of sorrow, helping not.
    Mari. Would it not madde one to be cro st as I,
    Being in the very hight of my de sire?
    The strangers fru strate all: our true loue's come,
    Nay more, euen at the doore, and Haruies armes
    2175Spred as a Rayne-bow ready to receiue me,
    And then my Father meete vs: Oh God, oh God:
    Math. Weepe who that li st for me, y'fayth not I,
    Though I am younge st yet my stomack's great:
    Nor tis not father, friends, nor any one,
    2180Shall make me wed the man I cannot loue:
    Ile haue my will ynfayth, y'fayth I will.
    Laur. Let vs determine Si sters what to doe,
    My father meanes to wed vs in the morning,
    And therefore something mu st be thought vpon.
    2185 Mari. Weele to our father and so know his minde,
    I and his reason too, we are no fooles,
    Or Babes neither, to be fedde with words.
    Laur. Agreede, agreede: but who shall speake for all?
    Math. I will.
    2190 Mari. No I.
    Laur. Thou wilt not speake for crying.
    Mari. Yes, yes I warrant you, that humours left,
    Bee I but mou'de a little, I shall speake,
    And anger him I feare, ere I haue done.
    2195 Enter Anthony.
    All>. Whom Anthony our friend, our Schoole-mai ster?
    Now helpe vs Gentle Anthony, or neuer.
    Antho. What is your ha stie running chang'd to prayer,
    Say, where were you going?
    2200 Laur. Euen to our father,
    To know what he intendes to doe with vs.
    Antho. Tis bootle s s e tru st mee, for he is resolu'd
    To marry you to.
    Mari. The Strangers.
    2205 Antho. Yfayth he is.
    Math. Yfayth he shall not.
    Frenchman, be sure weele plucke a Crow together,
    Before you force mee giue my hand at Church.
    Mari. Come to our Father speach this comfort finds,
    2210That we may scould out griefe and ease our mindes.
    Anth. Stay, Stay Marina, and aduise you better,
    It is not Force, but Pollicie mu st serue:
    The Dores are lockt, your Father keepes the Keye,
    Wherefore vnpossible to scape away:
    2215Yet haue I plotted, and deuis'd a drift,
    To fru strate your intended mariages,
    And giue you full po s s e s s ion of your ioyes:
    Laurentia, ere the mornings light appeare,
    You mu st play Anthony in my disguise.
    2220 } Math.
    Anthony, what of vs? What shall we weare?
    Mari.
    Anth. Soft, soft, you are too forward Girles, I sweare,
    For you some other drift deuisd mu st bee ?
    2225One shaddow for a sub stance: this is shee.
    Nay weepe not sweetes, repose vpon my care,
    For all alike, or good or bad shall share:
    You will haue Haruie, you Heigham, and you Ned;
    You shall haue all your wi sh, or be I dead:
    2230For sooner may one day the Sea lie still,
    Then once re straine a Woman of her will.
    All. Sweete Anthony, how shall we quit thy hire?
    Anth. Not gifts, but your contentments I de sire:
    To helpe my Counrimen I ca st about,
    2235For Strangers loues blase fre sh, but soone burne out:
    Sweete re st dwell heere, and frightfull feare obiure,
    These eyes shall wake to make your re st secure:
    For ere againe dull night the dull eyes charmes,
    Each one shall fould her Husband in her armes:
    2240Which if it chaunce, we may auouch it still,
    Women & Maydes will alwayes haue their will. Exeunt.
    Enter Pisaro and Frisco.
    Pisa. Are Wood & Coales brought vp to make a fire?
    Is the meate spitted ready to lie downe:
    2245For Bakemeates Ile haue none, the world's too hard:
    There's Geese too, now I remember mee;
    Bid Mawdlin lay the Giblets in Pa st,
    Here's nothing thought vpon, but what I doe.
    Stay Frisco, see who ringes: looke to the Dore,
    2250Let none come in I charge, were he my Father,
    Ile keepe them whil st I haue them: Frisco, who is it?
    Frisc. She is come ynfayth.
    Pisa. Who is come?
    Frisc. Mi stres Su shaunce, Mi stres Moores daughter.
    2255 Pisa. Mi stris Susan, A s s e? Oh she mu st come in.
    Frisc. Hang him, if he keepe out a Wench:
    Yf the Wench keepe not out him, so it is.
    Enter Walgraue in Womans attire.
    Pisa. Welcome Mi stris Susan, welcome;
    2260I little thought you would haue come to night;
    But welcome (tru st me) are you to my house:
    What, doth your Mother mende? doth she recouer?
    I promise you I am sorry for her sickne s s e.
    Walg. She's better then she was, I thanke God for it,
    2265 Pisa. Now afore God she is a sweete smugge Girle,
    One might doe good on her; the fle sh is frayle,
    Man hath infirmitie, and such a Bride,
    Were able to change Age to hot de sire:
    Harke you Sweet-heart,
    2270To morrow are my Daughters to be wedde,
    I pray you take the paines to goe with them.
    Walg. If sir youle giue me leaue, Ile waight on them.
    Pisa. Yes marry shall you, and a thousand thankes,
    Such company as you my Daughters want,
    2275Maydes mu st grace Maydes, when they are married:
    I st not a merry life (thinkes thou) to wed,
    For to imbrace, and be imbrac'd abed.
    Walg. I know not what you meane sir.
    Heere's an old Ferret Pol-cat.
    2280 Pisa. You may doe, if youle follow mine aduice;
    I tell thee Mouse, I knew a Wench as nice:
    Well, shee's at re st poore soule, I meane my Wife,
    That thought (alas good heart) Loue was a toy,
    Vntill (well, that time is gon and pa st away)
    2285But why speake I of this: Harke yee Sweeting,
    There's more in Wedlocke, then the name can shew;
    And now (birlady) you are ripe in yeares:
    And yet take heed Wench, there lyes a Pad in Straw;
    Walg. Old Fornicator, had I my Dagger,
    2290Ide breake his Co stard.
    Pisa. Young men are slippery, fickle, wauering;
    Con stant abiding graceth none but Age:
    Then Maydes should now waxe wise, and doe so,
    As to chuse con stant men, let fickle goe,
    2295Youth's vnregarded, and vnhonoured:
    An auncient Man doth make a Mayde a Matron:
    And is not that an Honour, how say you? how say you?
    Walg. Yes forsooth.
    (Oh old lu st will you neuer let me goe.)
    2300 Pisa. You say right well, and doe but thinke thereon,
    How Husbands, honored yeares, long card-for wealth,
    Wise stayedne s s e, Experient gouernment,
    Doth grace the Mayde, that thus is made a Wife,
    And you will wi sh your selfe such, on my life.
    2305 Walg. I thinke I mu st turne womankind altogeather,
    And scratch out his eyes:
    For as long as he can see me, hele nere let me goe.
    Pisa. But goe (sweet-heart) to bed, I doe thee wrong,
    The latene s s e now, makes all our talke seeme long.
    2310 Enter Anthony.
    How now Mowche, be the Girles abed?
    Anth. Mathea (and it like you) faine would sleepe,
    but onely tarrieth for her bed-fellow.
    Pisa. Ha, you say well: come, light her to her Chamber,
    2315Good re st wi sh I to thee; wi sh so to mee,
    Then Susan and Pisaro shall agree:
    Thinke but what ioy is neere your bed-fellow,
    Such may be yours; take counsaile of your Pillow:
    To morrow weele talke more; and so good night,
    2320Thinke what is sayd, may bee, if all hit right.
    Walg. What, haue I pa st the Pikes: knowes he not Ned?
    I thinke I haue deseru'd his Daughters bed.
    Anth. Tis well, tis well: but this let me reque st,
    You keepe vnknowne, till you be laide to re st:
    2325And then a good hand speed you.
    Walg. Tut, nere feare mee,
    We two abed shall neuer disagree. Exeunt Antho. & Walg.
    Frisc. I haue stood still all this while, and could not
    speake for laughing: Lord what a Dialogue hath there bin
    2330betweene Age and Youth. You do good on her? euen as
    much as my Dutchman will doe on my young Mi stris:
    Mai ster, follow my counsaile; then send for M. Heigham
    to helpe him, for Ile lay my Cappe to two Pence, that hee
    will be a sleepe to morrow at night, when he should goe to
    2335bed to her: Marry for the Italian, he is of an other humor,
    for there'le be no dealings with him, till midnight; for hee
    mu st slauer all the Wenches in the house at parting, or he is
    no body: hee hath been but a little while at our House, yet
    in that small time, hee hath lickt more Grease from our
    2340 Mawdlins lippes, then would haue seru'd London Kitchin-
    stuffe this tweluemonth. Yet for my money, well fare the
    Frenchman, Oh hee is a forward Lad, for heele no sooner
    come from the Church, but heele fly to the Chamber; why
    heele read his Le s s on so often in the day time, that at night
    2345like an apt Scholler, heele be ready to sell his old Booke to
    buye him a new. Oh the generation of Languages that
    our House will bring foorth: why euery Bedd will haue a
    propper speach to himselfe, and haue the Founders name
    written vpon it in faire Cappitall letters, Heere lay, and so
    2350foorth.
    Pisa. Youle be a villaine still: Looke who's at dore?
    Frisc. Nay by the Ma s s e, you are M. Porter, for Ile be
    hang'd if you loose that office, hauing so pretty a morsell
    vnder your keeping: I goe (old huddle) for the be st Nose
    2355at smelling out a Pin-fold, that I know: well, take heede,
    you may happes pick vp Wormes so long, that at length
    some of them get into your Nose, and neuer out after: But
    what an A s s e am I to thinke so, con sidering all the Lodg-
    inges are taken vp already, and there's not a Dog-kennell
    2360empty for a strange Worme to breed in.
    Enter Anthony.
    Antho. The day is broke; Mathea and young Ned,
    By this time, are so surely linckt togeather,
    That none in London can forbid the Banes.
    2365 Laurentia she is neere prouided for:
    So that if Haruies pollicie but hold,
    Elce-wheare the Strangers may goe seeke them Wiues:
    But heere they come.
    Enter Pisaro and Browne.
    2370 Pisa. Six a clocke say you; tru st mee, forward dayes:
    Harke you Mowche, hie you to Church,
    Bid M. Bewford be in readine s s e:
    Where goe you, that way?
    Anth. For my Cloake, sir.
    2375 Pisa. Oh tis well: and M. Browne,
    Tru st mee, your earely stirring makes me muse,
    Is it to mee your Bu sine s s e?
    Brown. Euen to your selfe:
    I come (I thinke) to bring you welcome newes,
    2380 Pisa. And welcome newes,
    More welcome makes the bringer:
    Speake, speake, good M. Browne, I long to heare them.
    Brow. Then this it is. Young Haruie late la st night,
    Full weake and sickly came vnto his lodging,
    2385From whence this suddaine mallady proceedes:
    Tis all vncertaine, the Doctors and his Friends
    Affirme his health is vnrecouerable:
    Young Heigham and Ned Walgraue lately left him,
    And I came hither to informe you of it.
    2390 Pisa. Young M. Haruie sicke; now afore God
    The newes bites neere the Bone: for should he die,
    His Liuing morgaged would be redeemed,
    For not these three months doth the Bond beare date:
    Die now, marry God in heauen defend it;
    2395Oh my sweete Lands, loose thee, nay loose my life:
    And which is wor st, I dare not aske mine owne,
    For I take two and twenty in the hundred,
    When the Law giues but ten: But should he liue,
    Hee carele s s e would haue left the debt vnpaide,
    2400Then had the Lands been mine Pisaros owne,
    Mine, mine owne Land, mine owne Po s s e s sion.
    Brow. Nay heare mee out.
    Pisa. You'r out too much already,
    Vnle s s e you giue him life, and mee his Land.
    2405 Brow. Whether tis loue to you, or to your Daughter,
    I know not certaine; but the Gentleman
    Hath made a deed of gift of all his Lands,
    Vnto your beautious Daughter faire Marina.
    Pesa. Ha, say that word againe, say it againe,
    2410A good thing cannot be too often spoken:
    Marina say you, are you sure twas she,
    Or Mary, Margery; or some other Mayde?
    Brow. To none but your Daughter faire Marina;
    And for the gift might be more forcible,
    2415Your neighbour mai ster Moore aduised vs,
    (Who is a witne s s e of young Haruies Will)
    Sicke as hee is, to bring him to your house:
    I know they are not farre, but doe attende,
    That they may know, what welcome they shall haue.
    2420 Pisa. What welcome sir; as welcome as new life
    Giuen to the poore condemned Prisoner:
    Returne (good mai ster Browne) a s s ure their welcome,
    Say it, nay sweare it; for they'r welcome truly:
    For welcome are they to mee which bring Gold.
    2425See downe who knockes; it may be there they are:
    Frisco, call downe my Sonnes, bid the Girles rise:
    Where's Mowche; what, is he gon or no?
    Enter Laurentia in Anthonies attire.
    Oh heare you sirra, bring along with you
    2430Mai ster Balsaro the Spani sh Marchant.
    Laur. Many Balaros I; Ile to my Loue:
    And thankes to Anthony for this escape.
    Pisa. Stay, take vs with you. Harke, they knocke againe,
    Come my soules comfort, thou good newes bringer,
    2435I mu st needes hugge thee euen for pure affection.
    Enter Haruie brought in a Chaire, Moore, Browne,
    Aluaro, Vandalle, Delion, and Frisco.
    Pisa. Lift softly (good my friends) for hurting him.
    Looke chearely sir, you'r welcome to my house.
    2440Harke M. Vandalle, and my other Sonnes,
    Seeme to be sad as grieuing for his sickne s s e,
    But inwardly reioyce. Mai ster Uandalle,
    Signor Aluaro, Mon sieur Delion,
    Bid my Friend welcome, pray bid him welcome:
    2445Take a good heart; I doubt not (by Gods leaue)
    You shall recouer and doe well enough:
    (Yf I should thinke so, I should hange my selfe.)
    Frisco, goe bid Marina come to mee. Exit Frisco.
    You are a Witne s s e sir, of this mans Will:
    2450What thinke you M. Moore, what say you to't?
    Moor. Mai ster Pisaro, follow mine aduice:
    You see the Gentleman cannot escape,
    Then let him straight be wedded to your Daughter;
    So during life time, she shall hold his Land,
    2455When now (beeing nor kith nor kin to him)
    For all the deed of Gift, that he hath seald,
    His younger Brother will inioy the Land.
    Pisa. Marry my Daughter: no birlady.
    Heare you Aluaro, my Friend counsaile mee,
    2460Seeing young M. Haruie is so sicke,
    To marry him incontinent to my Daughter.
    Or else the gift he hath be stowde, is vaine:
    Marry and hee recouer; no my Sonne,
    I will not loose thy loue, for all this Land.
    2465 Alua. Here you padre, do no lose his Lands, his hun-
    dred pont per anno tis wort to hauar; let him haue de ma-
    tre s s e Marina in de mariage, tis but vor me to attendre vne
    day more: if he will no die, I sal giue him su sh a Drincke,
    su sh a Potion sal mak him giue de Bonos noches to all de
    2470world.
    Pisa. Aluaro, here's my Keyes, take all I haue,
    My Money, Plate, Wealth, Iewels, Daughter too:
    Now God be thanked, that I haue a Daughter,
    worthy to be Aluaroes bedfellow:
    2475Oh how I doe admire and prayse thy wit,
    Ile straight about it: Heare you Mai ster Moore.
    Enter Marina and Frisco.
    Frisc. Nay fayth hee's sicke, therefore though hee be
    come, yet he can doe you no good; there's no remedy but
    2480euen to put your selfe into the hands of the Italian, that by
    that time that he hath pa st his grouth, young Haruie will
    be in case to come vpon it with a sise of fre sh force.
    Mari. Is my Loue come, & sicke? I, now thou loue st me,
    How my heart ioyes: Oh God, get I my will,
    2485Ile driue away that Sickne s s e with a ki s s e:
    I need not faine, for I could weepe for ioy.
    Pisa. It shall be so; come hither Daughter.
    Mai ster Haruie, that you may see my loue
    Comes from a single heart vnfaynedly,
    2490See heere my Daughter, her I make thine owne:
    Nay looke not strange, before these Gentlemen,
    I freely yeeld Marina for thy Wife.
    Haru. Stay, stay good sir, forbeare this idle worke,
    My soule, is labouring for a higher place,
    2495Then this vaine tran sitorie world can yeeld:
    What, would you wed your Daughter to a Graue?
    For this is but Deaths modell in mans shape:
    You and Aluaro happie liue togeather:
    Happy were I, to see you liue togeather.
    2500 Pisa. Come sir, I tru st you shall doe well againe:
    Heere, heere, it mu st be so; God giue you ioy,
    And ble s s e you (not a day to liue togeather.)
    Uand. Hort ye broder, will ye let den ander heb your
    Wiue? nempt haer, nempt haer your selue?
    2505 Alua. No, no; tu sh you be de foole, here be dat sal spoyle
    de mariage of hem: you haue deceue me of de fine Wen sh
    signor Haruey, but I sal deceue you of de mu sh Land.
    Haru. Are all things sure Father, is all dispatch'd?
    Pisa. What intre st we haue, we yeeld it you:
    2510Are you now satisfied, or re stes there ought?
    Haru. Nay Father, nothing doth remaine, but thankes:
    Thankes to your selfe fir st, that di stayning mee,
    Yet loude my Lands, and for them gaue a Wife.
    But next, vnto Aluaro let me turne,
    2515To courtious gentle louing kind Aluaro,
    That rather then to see me die for loue,
    For very loue, would loose his beawtious Loue.
    Uand. Ha, ha, ha.
    Deli. Signor Aluaro, giue him de ting quickly sal make
    2520hem dy, autremant you sal lose de fine Wen sh.
    Alua. Oyime che haueß allhora appre s s ata la mano al mio
    core, ô suen curato ate, I che longo sei tu arriuato, ô cieli, ô terra.
    Pisa. Am I awake? or doe deluding Dreames
    Make that seeme true, which mo st my soule did feare?
    2525 Haru. Nay fayth Father, it's very certaine true,
    I am as well as any man on earth:
    Am I sicke sirres? Looke here, is Haruie sicke?
    Pisa. What shall I doe? What shall I say?
    Did not you counsaile mee to wed my Childe?
    2530What Potion? Where's your helpe, your remedy.
    Haru. I hope more happy Starres will reigne to day,
    And don Aluaro haue more company.
    Enter Anthonie.
    Antho. Now Anthony, this cottens as it should,
    2535And euery thing sorts to his wi sh'd effect:
    Haruie ioyes Moll: my Dutchman and the French,
    Thinking all sure, laughs at Aluaros hap;
    But quickly I shall marre that merrie vaine,
    And make your Fortunes equall with your Friends.
    2540 Pisa. Sirra Mowche, what answere brought you backe?
    Will mai ster Balsaro come, as I reque sted?
    Anth. Mai ster Balsaro; I know not who you meane.
    Pisa. Know you not A s s e, did I not send thee for him?
    Did not I bid thee bring him, with the Parson?
    2545What answere made hee, will hee come or no?
    Anth. Sent me for him: why sir, you sent not mee,
    I neither went for him, nor for the Parson:
    I am glad to see your Wor ship is so merrie. Knocke.
    Pisa. Hence you forgetfull dolt:
    2550Looke downe who knockes? Exit Antho.
    Enter Frisco.
    Frisc. Oh Mai ster, hange your selfe: nay neuer stay for
    a Sessions: Mai ster Vandalle confe s s e your selfe, de sire the
    people to pray for you; for your Bride shee is gone: Lau-
    2555 rentia is run away.
    Vanda. Oh de Diabolo, de mal-fortune: is matre s s e
    Laurentia gaen awech?
    Pisa. Fir st tell mee that I am a liuele s s e coarse;
    Tell mee of Doomes-day, tell mee what you will,
    2560Before you say Laurentia is gone.
    Mari. Mai ster Vandalle, how doe you feele your selfe?
    What, hang the head? fie man for shame I say,
    Looke not so heauie on your marriage day.
    Haru. Oh blame him not, his griefe is quickly spide,
    2565That is a Bridegroome, and yet wants his Bride.
    Enter Heigham, Laurentia, Balsaro, & Anthony.
    Bals . Mai ster Pisaro, and Gentlemen, good day to all:
    According sir, as you reque sted mee,
    This morne I made repaire vnto the Tower,
    2570Where as Laurentia now was married:
    And sir, I did expect your comming thither;
    Yet in your absence, wee perform'd the rites:
    Therefore I pray sir, bid God giue them ioy.
    Heigh. He tels you true, Laurentia is my Wife;
    2575Who knowing that her Si sters mu st be wed;
    Presuming also, that you'le bid her welcome,
    Are come to beare them company to Church.
    Haru. You come too late, the Mariage rites are done:
    Yet welcome twenty-fold vnto the Fea st.
    2580How say you sirs, did not I tell you true,
    These Wenches would haue vs, and none of you.
    Laur. I cannot say for these; but on my life,
    This loues a Cu shion better then a Wife.
    Moll. And reason too, that Cu shion fell out right,
    2585Else hard had been his lodging all la st night.
    Bals . Mai ster Pisaro, why stand you speachle s s e thus?
    Pisa. Anger, and extreame griefe enforceth mee.
    Pray sir, who bade you meete me at the Tower?
    Bals . Who sir; your man sir, Mowche; here he is.
    2590 Anth. Who I sir, meane you mee? you are a ie sting man.
    Pisa. Thou art a Villaine, a di s s embling Wretch,
    Worser then Anthony whom I kept la st:
    Fetch me an Officer, Ile hamper you,
    And make you sing at Bride-well for this tricke:
    2595For well he hath deserude it, that would sweare
    He went not foorth a dores at my appoyntment.
    Anth. So sweare I still, I went not foorth to day.
    Bals . Why arrant lyer, wert thou not with mee?
    Pisa. How say you mai ster Browne, went he not foorth?
    2600 Brow. Hee, or his likene s s e did, I know not whether.
    Pisa. What likene s s e can there be besides himselfe?
    Laur. My selfe (forsooth) that tooke his shape vpon me,
    I was that Mowche that you sent from home:
    And that same Mowche that deceiued you,
    2605Effected to po s s e s s e this Gentleman:
    Which to attaine, I thus be guil'd you all.
    Frisc. This is excellent, this is as fine as a Fiddle: you
    M. Heigham got the Wench in Mowches apparell; now let
    Mowche put on her apparell, and be married to the Dutch-
    2610 man: How thinke you, is it not a good vize?
    Moor. Mai ster Pisaro, shake off melancholy,
    When thinges are helple s s e, patience mu st be vs'd.
    Pisa. Talke of Patience? Ile not beare these wronges:
    Goe call downe Matt, and mi stris Susan Moore,
    2615Tis well that of all three, wee haue one sure.
    Moor. Mi stris Susan Moore, who doe you meane sir?
    Pisa. Whom should I meane sir, but your Daughter?
    Moor. You'r very pleasant sir: but tell me this,
    When did you see her, that you speake of her?
    2620 Pisa. I, late ye ster-night, when she came heere to bed.
    Moor. You are deceiu'd, my Daughter lay not heere,
    But watch'd with her sicke mother all la st night.
    Pisa. I am glad you are so pleasant M. Moore,
    You'r loth that Susan should be held a sluggard:
    2625What man, t'was late before she went to bed,
    And therefore time enough to rise againe.
    Moor. Mai ster Pisaro, doe you floute your friends;
    I well perceiue if I had troubled you,
    I should haue had it in my di sh ere now:
    2630 Susan lie heere? 'am sure when I came foorth,
    I left her fa st asleepe in bed at home;
    Tis more then neighbour-hood to vse me thus.
    Pisa. Abed at your house? tell me I am madd,
    Did not I let her in adores my selfe,
    2635Spoke to her, talk'd with her, and canua st with her;
    And yet she lay not heere? What say you sirra?
    Antho. She did, she did; I brought her to her Chamber.
    Moor I say he lyes (that sayth so) in his throat.
    Antho. Ma s s e now I remember me, I lye indeed.
    2640 Pisa. Oh how this frets mee: Frisco, what say you?
    Frisc. What say I? Marry I say, if shee lay not heere,
    there was a familiar in her likene s s e; for I am sure my Mai-
    ster and she were so familiar togeather, that he had almo st
    shot the Gout out of his Toes endes, to make the Wench
    2645beleeue he had one tricke of youth in him. Yet now I re-
    member mee shee did not lye heere; and the reason is, be-
    cause shee doth lye heere, and is now abed with mi stris
    Mathea; witne s s e whereof, I haue set to my Hand & Seale,
    and meane presently to fetch her. Exit Frisco.
    2650 Pisa. Doe so Frisco. Gentlemen, and Friends,
    Now shall you see how I am wrong'd by him.
    Lay shee not heere? I thinke the world's growne wise,
    Plaine folkes (as I) shall not know how to liue.
    Enter Frisco.
    2655 Frisc. Shee comes, shee comes: a Hall, a Hall.
    Enter Mathea and Walgraue in Womans attire.
    Walg. Nay blu sh not wench, feare not, looke chearfully.
    Good morrow, Father; Good morrow Gentlemen:
    Nay stare not, looke you heere, no mon ster I,
    2660But euen plaine Ned: and heere stands Matt my Wife.
    Know you her Frenchman? But she knows me better.
    Father, pray Father, let mee haue your blessing,
    For I haue ble st you with a goodly Sonne;
    Tis breeding heere yfayth, a iolly Boy.
    2665 Pisa. I am vndone, a reprobate, a slaue;
    A scorne, a laughter, and a ie sting stocke:
    Giue mee my Child, giue mee my Daughter from you.
    Moor. Mai ster Pisaro, tis in vaine to fret,
    And fume, and storme, it little now auayles:
    2670These Gentlemen haue with your Daughters helpe,
    Out stript you in your subtile enterprises:
    And therefore, seeing they are well descended,
    Turne hate to loue, and let them haue their Loues,
    Pisa. Is it euen so; why then I see that still,
    2675Doe what we can, Women will haue their Will.
    Gentlemen, you haue outreacht mee now,
    Which nere before you, any yet could doe:
    You, that I thought should be my Sonnes indeed,
    Mu st be content, since there's no hope to speed:
    2680Others haue got, what you did thinke to gaine;
    And yet beleeue mee, they haue tooke some paine.
    Well, take them, there; and with them, God giue ioy.
    And Gentlemen, I doe intreat to morrow,
    That you will Fea ste with mee, for all this sorrow:
    2685Though you are wedded, yet the Fea st's not made:
    Come let vs in, for all the stormes are pa st,
    And heapes of ioy will follow on as fa st.
    FINIS.
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