Scene the Second.

Come my Felixina, dear Feminia, fie pine no more, husbands are now in search, but I would match you richly, richly Girls— and please your own minds too, Felixina I know you think worthyly of Mr. Money.

I never saw him yet Sir:

Right, why doe I say you think but worthyly of him for when you shall but see him (oh) joyful sight you will admire him then.

He is your object then, therefore rendring my obedi­ence to your Age I willingly embrace him.

Tis well he spoke it for me, for I protest 'twas far from my thought, in this case my mind tells me, 'twill have it's own dispose for all your Avarice, your will.

You are always talking to her of Husbands, and Sutors but you forget for me, I wis, I am as sick oth Maiden disease as my Sister, for all she is my elder.

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And you shall both be cured if Money and Credit be prevailing Physicians, did not I tell thee of Mr. Credit.

No, O my credit Sir.

O thy Credit, and thy Credit shall he be I faith Calum­ney, within there — Calumney.

Did you call Sir.

Is not this the day and hour Money and Credit were to keep their words with me,

Yes, but Ile be hang'd, and some such Rogue as your self, such a Hell Jaw, do not swallow them before you see them.

Say not so, good Callumney, put me in better comfort.

The Devil put you in comfort, hee's like to be bet­ter rewarded, than I, me thinks he might be more Officious, for 'twill not be long, ere he must receive his due, when is you [...] Lease out Sir.

But hast not thou seen thy Golden Sweet-heart, yet.

Nor ever care, unless he be of the true Coyn and cur­rant mettle.

But I hope you'l be a good child, and do as your Fa­ther bids you.

What need you care, you shall be married with Credit.

And you to Money, then we will call Sisters no more but Ningles, as our Husbands do.

Good Callumney be Officious 't shall be for thy good, I have a Trap for Money, do thou but ayd, thou shalt supplant him, and marry my Eldest Daughrer, contein thy sullen Humour tip thy tongue with words more flattering.

You'l be hang'd, ere you'l keep your word.

Doest think, I am a Pagan.

You are a Userer, and that's Couzen German, let the Devil be Judge— but ile believe you, and on these conditions endeavour for you all that I can,

Heeres the Fathers Consent, if I can but obtain the squeamest Whenches— she looks upon me with no scornful eye; Ile put fair for it could I but rule my tongue, there were some hope.

Practise my Counsell,

[Page 5]See they are, Arriv'd kind Mr. Money let me hugg thee, let me imbrace thee, thy voice is heavenly Musique, thy face bewitches th'art my dearest Idol.

Now the Devil huggs his darling.

Next Mr. Credit, ye are a pair of Creatures the whole world adores, and happiest am I that must enjoy ye, I am divi­ded 'twixt ye, you inseperable souls.

We keep our words you see.

VVe are not meerly Promisers.

VVhy look you now, you'l make me angry with you do ye think I had a thought, you were unjust no by my honesty— these are my Daughters Gentlemen, two bashful younglings a­bout their years, it was my fault I faith, which since I must con­fess I have amended.

I fear money will be my rival, the Rogue hath a be­witching Countenance, I wonder the wench looks with no more affectionate eye upon him, fate has ordain'd her mine.

Pardon my boldness Lady, 'tis a fault has been by all, ex­cused, me that now I am to seek of Modesty, to court so fair a Mistriss.

Yet you are mine, best beauty.

This Money has an excellent tongue.

By Credits self, an Oath, I dare not break, I am your in­finite admirer.

Are you Cadeedlo.

I dare not take that Oath, unless I knew the meaning.

Oh me do you not know the meaning of Cadeedlo.

No i'l assure you.

I'l tell you then, in that one word Cadeedlo, is conclu­ded, all the Oaths man can invent.

'Tis a most dangerous Oath, but yet her beauty so enti­ceth me, that rather then i'l loose her love, i'l undertake to swear it,— Then Lady that you may believe, I do admire you, and in that admiration, give my self your Zealous Lover, to you I swear, Cadeedlo I admire you.

Go thy ways, thou deserv'st her, for thou has sworn most desperately for her.

Take no repulse— be not slightly denied, [Page 6] Musique, Oh Heavenly;

Now the Divel whispers them i'th ears,

A handsome mans Daughter—▪ mark but his sweet Language, my own Boys both,

If you'd desire an Oath, by this pure Gold—,

Tak's Oath Daughter, tak's Oath, 'tis a rich protestati­on, not us'd by every Gallant ( Calum) I have not seen so many good faces this two dayes.

'Tis your will Sir,

Pray take it, I have an Exchequer, more, stands ready for thee, and by that Gold, made purer by your hand I am your Ho­nourer.

I do not question the nobleness of your love, which you term Honour, but give me so sure the freedome of my soul to contemplate before I give you Answer.

I did not love you, if I should not, command your time.

One day no more,

Willingly, most willingly.

But one day I must prevent you, Love and Policy be my Aid.

Will you not swear then.

To what Sir.

Why; that you admire me, as I admire you.

Indeed, I do admire you.

Indeed, Pox of indeeds, swear me Cadeedlo.

As I am vertuous I admire you.

What care I for your vertue— whats that to Cadeedlo the Oath I swore.

Pardon me Sir—, pray hear me Sir.

VVhat is the difference between you.

Ther's no difference Sir, we, we Sympathize infinitly,

I am glad on't.

A word with you Sir, you know your language, better then I, pray what does she mean by Sympathize.

Sympathize, do you not know the meaning of Sympa­thize, come hither Calumney, what is Sympathize,

To concurr I think.

VVhat was it Sir Sympathize, this roguish girls, trou­bles [Page 7] all our Noddles with hard words, they did not come to her by the Fathers side, I am sure, why Sympathize is to concurr.

To concurr, thats true, for indeed we did begin to snarl one at another—. Yet there is some other meaning Ningle Mo­ney, a word with you, you are not busie are you, what is the mean­ing, of concurr, if you know not ask your Mistress.

VVhy concurr, is to Sympathize Sir.

And Sympathize, is to concurr— Sir, what is meant by Sympathize, or concurr, i'l keep to my self. But your Daughter might use me more kindly.

Feminia, wher's your duty, I must intreat I must.

Sir, he would have me swear affection to him ere I have made least Tryal of Love.

No peace flattering Women, did not I swear Cadeedlo to thee.

And i'l swear the like to you by and by if you'l be pati­ent.

Well, then I am content, if you do not your Father has Ears.

And you have a tongue, I make no question you'l re­member my Taffaty, will you not.

When you have sworn much may be thought upon.

Come gallants will you in, Calumney, is the meat come from the Cooks.

'Tis gone for Sir,

After dinner finish your discourse, and make an end of all, come my dear Sons welcome.

Scene the First.

WHat an Ass is he that waits a hum, hum, leasure, fa la, hum, hum, hum, fa la hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, umph, hum, hum, hum, pleasure hum, hum, happis may be rob'd

of hope, and treasure, hum, in­constancy.

A third man, a third man, a third man.

VVhat untuned tones of mandrakes, drills my ears.

I 'tis an untunable air, I must confess noble Captain Penny­less, as I take it.

No you are much mistaken, your ordinary friend Penny­less the Noble, is brought to nine pence I assure you, prethy Frank (if thy infatiable gain by winnings have not converted thy free soul to avarice, lend thy friend Pennyless half a peece.

Half a peece.

I, I, half a peece, no more, when fortune betters my abi­lity I will repay thee double.

Two Crowns.

I, I, two Crowns though they want weight Frank, 'tis no matter I know thou guessest my occasion ha thou knowest, they will go there.

Thou would'st be prodigal agen.

No I assure you Frank I will be very frugal go with me, and see else, i'l only bet small bets man, I have a conceit beyond thy apprehension I have been taught it since poverty seiz'd upon me.

Ten shillings.

VVhy, I, but ten shillings, it may do me ten pounds worth of good, for my luck comes in to day, have mark't it, i'l warrant thee a peece, within this two hours.

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I have not seen half a peece, two Crowns, or ten shillings these ten days.

Pheu i'l nere believe that, lend me a Crown then, or half a Crown.

Eighteen pence would not do much amiss.

Since thou art so sparing lend me that.

Faith I want sixpence on't.

Pox lend me that twelve-pence, then.

Art not thou a mad Rogue to abuse thy friend thus.

How abuse thee.

Why in offering to borrow money of me.

Say you so, i'st now grown to an abuse, it has not been so Frank in my Golden Age, I have been your Exchequer, Oh what a saving age (ere long) will be when Prodigals, imbrace frugality, fare­well

to you Sir, thus your abuser vanisheth.

No, no, prethy do not vanish yet.

Why thou Son of incredulity, can thy Conscience beget so evil a thought, that (if I had but half a peece) (although dispos'd of) I would not lend it thee.

You would not be abus'd so.

Oh my life, and my disguized Gentility.

Canst thou imagine I would content my Corps with this unsavory stuff, that girds my loins,

Why art thou monyless.

As sure as thou art Captain Pennyless.

Hath in, and in, confounded thee too.

I, the curse of Orphants light on't.

And thou must make me amends, ere I part with thee, tell me has not despair, hung plummets on thy Soul, too heavy for a hope to keep't from sinking.

I am almost discouraged.

A Captain and discouraged— away— do not make me out of conceit with thee, I tell thee, I have wheels a going in this Noddle, beyond the power of Forrune, do thou be but one of my [Page 10] Engines, I dare warrant thee peece upon peece, Boy.

Oh those sweet words, peece upon peece begets more courage in me, then Sack or Medea,— command me I am thy in­strument.

Thy very words are musick to me, dost thou know whose house this is.

Yes, old Clutches, a fellow for nothing so fit as to stand for a Statue, in Mammons counting house, and appears to me like a Devil, that did weekly counterfeit Man, meerly made for deceptius visus, marry ther's a pretty Virgin in this enchanted Castle would I were her Knight.

Why who bid thee tell my tale, before me, thou more then Edipus, of wit that canst expound before the Proposition, yet since you have discharg'd my Theam, let me extemporize, there are in this Castle, two Virgins who now are solicited, by two commanding Gyants, o'th time Money and Credit, so powerful that unless we do prefer, Pollicy before strength of Limb, we are like to be vanquished.

I very likely, for I am not of Ability to keep the Devil from dancing in my pocket.

Nor I,

No we shall be wise Politians I make no question, this is not the way (four ought I know) to get peece upon peece, yet thou tell'st me their strength, I know they are able, to put an hun­dred of us to the sword.

Thou wilt with one edge, is it not Policy, first to rumi­nate upon the Enemies strength, before we can make preparation, for the conspiracy which now shall be demonstrated, look there I have compleatly counterfeited the hand of Credit in a Letter, to some of his Creditors, where we shall be sure of Cloaths, rich, neat, and all things correspondent.

I do begin to relish thee now, this is next door to peece upon peece, forward my Mercury.

Being thus habited I know where to procure some Cash.

Now 'tis coming.

And so well arm'd, we'l watch the time we may approach this Castle.

But may we have admittance.

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Fear it not, from rich Imbrodery, unto the plainer Sat­tin, all may be welcome, he does maintain his Family, with their Sutors, though his cheif end, is to match them to Money and Credit.

There is a great Operation in this Plot, and may a Jew beat me out of my Gentility: if I do not applaud thee fort, shall we put it in practise, come, Oh I long to exchange my habit, me thinks I walk in state agen.

But you shall be true to me you Rogue, and not in the midle of a Project leave me and return to your old confusion gaming.

If I doe, may I dye Shirtless, and be buried in the high­way twixt St. Iohns-street and Islington.

I take you at your word, come goe with me.

With as much Joy, as the wild beasts had when they followed the Thra­cian

Fidler, what an Asse is he that waites a Womans leisure.

Will you be gon so soon Ladds.

Sir. our occasions are so urgent, you must excuse us.

And whether do you wend I faith.

But to the Exchange,

Oh you, expect good tydings Mr. Money.

A little Barbery durt.

Hum, Barbery durt, I would I were up to'oth knees in't, oh how happy are the Fishes in Pagus Chanel, when will you return again.

To morrow this time,

A year of Torments, Daughter, come hither Daugh­ter, thou caust prevail with him, promise him any thing, though it be the thing (though it be) thou understandst me, the thing ye wot on, so he will stay this night with us, Ile have a Parson early in the morning, shall make all good.

O hell bread, Avarise,— I will sir— Sir a word with you.

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Your pleasure Mrs.

My Father earnestly desires your stay, but trust me, whilst you are here I can resolve on nothing, but your absence this short time will beget in me some resolution.

I will obey you Lady.

Sir you have forc'd an Oath from me would make a Vir­gin tremble to relate, But to you my tongue should neer pro­nounce it.

Well we are one then and I would give you now, a nearer name then Mrs, a name given at the first sight.

Please you sir, Call me Spouse.

Tis a most fitting tearm; Spouse it shall be— and do you call me— head.

Nothing but head Sir.

No, nothing but head, till we are married.

Then Ile exalt your name Sir.

Gramercy Spouse,

But sweet head, be not prolix in your designes, each hour will be to me a long olympiad.

But hark you Spouse I do not love you should talk so like a Conjurer I cannot understand your prolix nor your Olympy­ads.

I shall studdy more easie phrases Sir.

Prithee do, farewel sweet Spouse, come Ningle you are too tedious.

Youl stay Sir, will you not.

Indeed I cannot.

One hugg sweet friend.

Farewel Sir— farewel Ladies'

Ile see you out of Doors Gentlemen.

We thank you Sir—

How now Ningle ist a match is this the Ne plus ultra, of men, when do you Comit as they say, when must the dangerous words (I will) Be pronounced.

Do you speak to me Sister.

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To you, who else, I do not use to talk to my self.

Preethy be not angry, your words carry a sence concerns me so little, I thought you had.

Are you minded to marry, sweet Lady.

Marry, yes.

This Man.

What Man.

The Gold, and Silver man.

I know not what thou meanest.

Hey da, the wench is mad (why Mr. Money.

Oh the Trash my Father brought— I had almost for­gate him.

That's very well I faith no sooner out of sight but out of mind, he is much beholden to you, I care not much if I run after him and tell him so.

No prethe, my Father will be angry.

Uds me do ye cry, this is not time to jest, why weep you Sister.

Sure you deceive your self.

Most sure I do not.

Tis but a duty my Eyes ow to my Fathers name.

Ye are a dutiful Child I protest, but is there not som­thing else, belongs to't more then your meer duty, how long hath this been a custome with ye.

Not long.

Nay prethe tell me Fe. did you not withall, think of that young Gentleman, that brought the morgage, to my Father, whom you did praise so much, and look upon so often, when you did wish, would you had such a Brother.

Beshrew your tongue, you'l try if I can weep.

Was that the Master Vein, had you not rather have him, then Mr. Money, de you smile I can't blame you, come tell me, ye are grown close brested, now, there was a time when I knew all your secrets.

That time is still Feminia, go in with me and ile reveal more, then thou shalt believe if thou hast love and duty in thy Soul, thou shalt be angry with me for my news and though (heaven knowes) I will speak nothing but truth, thou wilt call [Page 14] me Forgeresse notorious Lyar, think me a Bastard born, and be­got when lust and mischeif were incorporate, it is a truth so strange.

'Tis very strange, indeed, come ile attend you.

Cut's throat, poyson him, that will not do the Rogue hath rich Friends, I shall be sure to truss fort, and 'tis a question, whether she'l beg me from the Gallows, clip him, make him uncurrant thats worse, 'tis petty Treason, I shall have my Limbs devided, and hung up for Crowes meat, set his house a fire and melt him in the flame that's pritty well, but if I should be disco­vered danger would approach, and few will speak a good word, for Callumny, was ever Lover so perplext as I, there is no way left but with toyes of love to solicite the Lady, I have been held a handsome good conditioned man, among the Iewes, marry the Gentiles hate me, yet I was the illigitimate of a Gentleman my Mother said.

Callumny, Callumny.

Well— now Faustus calls his Mephostophilis.

Scene First.

THo'art the impatientest Ass I have convers'd with.

Right.

What though this project fail, are there no more shall we give up the Cardes, ere, we have play'd a trick.

A trick.

I tell thee I [have a brain, never barren of invention.

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No, no.

Though I have mis'd the first (as wonder 'tis) think'st thou my Sconce, quite empty of fegaries.

Fegaries.

Yes tricks, inventions, and fegaries, you Slave enough to undo a generation of Matchevils, for all my first comes off with a hiss, thou shalt applaud me ere, I come to my Exit.

And we shall be sure of Cloaths, neat, rich and all things correspondent.

Well do but follow my Counsel, i'l make true my words i'l warrant thee.

peece upon peece.

Why thou despairing varlet: if thou wert not a Captain I would beat thee to pin dust, thou dost put me to more vexation, then my own unhappiness.

Was that Mony, came Jingling by us in Cheapside.

Why who should it be else prethy.

I scarce knew him i'th old stamp, I have not seen him, in Trunks a long time— tother was Credit, was it not,

Marry was it.

He's chang'd too, he was in a Gentile habit not long since, now he's become a Citizen again.

Why I, he was no company for you Gallants long, and when he saw his simpleship abused, he made return unto his City friends, where I faith the Merchant's hugg him.

Where doth he keep house.

Within the compass of the City Walls, hic & ubique.

Think you, he would smell a courtier in such disguize as this.

O Pox, I he'l know him by his hard words (man) he will trust no body, but those he understands, without Security, which is more then thou understand'st I am sure, (besides) thou hast been one of his notorious abusers, and he will be cheated in the way of Friendibility, (as your word is,) no more, but a Pox on this incre­credulous Mercer, that will trust no body, without Money or Cre­dits self, these are fellows, whose compositions are, a Grain of Conscience, a Dram of Suits (and I was about to say) a Scruple of Religion, but i'l leave that out, 'tis an unusal Drugg, yet it [Page 16] may in, 'twil scarce be tasted amongst a pound of Lies, as much of Oaths besides odd ounces of equivocating protestations— as I am an honest man,— and such like— may they live to see their Sons made courtiers, that's enough I make no question then, but that they will come into our order (or worse) and curse the next o'th brood, as we do.

Yet you were confident, sure (as you said) of Cloaths, rich, neat, and all things else correspondent— raiz'd me from a shallow desperation to lay me deeper.

Give ear to me now Ben. (let me see) we are not in such extraordinary rich cloaths but that we may pass for Servingmen.

Had you said for Sharks, we might have both gone toge­ther.

Right, We must Shark our Melancholy Mounsiere (but as I was saying,) I left off at Serving-men.

Yours have left off, i'm sure.

As Serving-men, to Money and Credit.

I'l be hang'd, if they give such bad Liveries to their Lackeys.

Thou run'st before me still, hang Liveries, hear me out, by this means we will have access unto the VVenches, this is the house, i'l knock and to e'm straight, whilst the conceit is hot.

I is this your project, prethy come away, and leave your Fooling.

Stay but a minute, see me in and hang thy self.

Thank you heartily.

How now, who's there.

Stand to your business (you Rogue) all's mard else.

Not unlikely.

Is Mr. Clutch, within I pray Sir.

Within yes, what of that.

What of that, Why we would speak with him.

Modesty good Ben. this is one ef Plutres Damme's, we must through Hell to the Heaven, we hope for.

I think you come to rob him, do you not.

What a Rogue's this, my valour do's begin to rise at him do thou speak now, I shall beat him like a Dog else.

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Thou art a most valiant Rascal—

Sir, your name is Mr. Callumney as I take it.

I thought so.

Yes Sir, my name is, Mr. Callumney.

Good Mr. Callumney, you are my near Kinsman my father was a malice, and my mother a mischief, I am sure we give both one arms the three furious tongues in Sables, i'st not so Sir.

Yes, an envies head in the crest.

Very proper.

And the Motto is, avoid honesty.

Very right Sir,— I see I am a Gentleman— Sir i'l call my master instantly.

Do sweet Cozen.

Go thy ways, thou hast held a Candle before the Devil.

A ha, what think you now Ben.

Speak with me, who are they.

I know not who they are Sir, there they be.

Would you speak with me Gentlemen.

Sir, my Mr. Master Mony.

And mine Sir, Mr. Credit.

Commend their loves to you.

You are welcome, heartily Welcome.

You have two daughters Sir.

Their wives that shall be.

True Sir, we have Letters to them from our Masters to the same purpose, we were withall commanded to be speedy in the delivery.

I stay you too long then, in, in Gentlemen— Callumney Lead um in.

Well.

Now are the Woodcocks spring'd,— my plots run fine Surfeit my Soul, Money and Credits mine.

With grief I do believe you Sister, you must impute it to his Avarice, that sinks all goodness to oblivion.

That is the drugg, (whose philterous, effect, stronger then poppey, or Mandragora) charms all his vertues in a lasting sleep, oh that my prayers, could wake his deep drencht soul my words should carry a far louder sound, then does the Midnight Bell, whose ring reports to the Inhabitants some fatal fire.

Well, but you will not have my Ningle Money.

No as I hope to embrace a noble spirit.

And your mind is fixt upon that nobler spirit, you speak of.

On him or no man, — But you will have Credit will you not.

Oh, my head we are contracted woman.

Sure you but jest.

In earnest we have exchang'd sound protestations.

Protestations, how sound I pray.

Why he swore Cadeedlo to me, and I the like to him, with many other to the same purpose.— (moreover) he calls me Spouse (already) and I call him head, but the younster (Sister) the youngster.

Prethy do not talk of him, thou wilt put me to impa­tience.

Come i'l plot for thee, I have a conceit in this unhappy pate of mine, shall bring him, flying to thee,— how now who have we here.

My father and some strangers,

How now daughters so earnest, I have good news for you,— you Girls worth Gold,

Or is it new coyn'd Sir.

Note, that she harps upon your masters name already.

She's a wit I protest Sir.

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A notable girl, a notable girl.

Fairest my master Mr. Money commanded me.

Oh me my sister sinks.

Hey day I hope he hath kill'd the Gentlewoman and brought me to hang for company with him— would I were out again,

She swound for Joy, she swounds for Joy, how i' [...] daughter, how i'st daughter.

She comes again, Sister look up, here's Mr. Money.

Mistriss, Mistriss,

Oh my lov'd stranger.

Feminia, come hither, come hither, what doth she mean by stranger.

She calls Mr. Money, her stranger, sir.

Does she so, does she so. He shall be more familiar with her, mine own Girl still sure, her mother gave me leave to get this child of obedience my self.

Quickly good Ben.

Sir, shall I speak a word with you in private.

With me sir.

Yes, and your servant Calumney.

with all my heart sir, Calumney attend me sirrah.

Now I have made all clear for him, if he should transgress with both the sisters, and make the father and I his Bauds, 'twould trouble me.

What is your errand sir.

'Tis love sweet Creature.

Oh my soul, 'tis he— Love sir, (what shall I do)— I want the womans art, dissimulation— whence comes your love I pray.

But from this bosome sweetest, there is a heart fill'd with as innocent love, as is the Vestal Virgins to her Goddess, you wear the Cupid, beauty, thy Ivory bow sent your white shafts [Page 20] of vertue to my breast,

Ther's a touch.

And all this is, you love me,— is it not.

And thrice so much can but confess a truth.

Pardon me Sir, I am no Infidel.

He harbors infidelity that thinks it.

This is the spark,

Hath been so long in the Ring of her fancy and dazled the eyes of her understanding (if I may credit my own apprehension) I vow she looks upon him, as if she lov'd, (indeed) she's great with Joy.

Is this your way to raise your Fortunes think you after your fluent prodigality, (presuming on your person) to undo some weak ey'd Virgin, by your Vows and Oaths, all but to satisfie your appetite with Coyn, to game or such unthrifty Revells.

I vow she preaches— talks—talks hand somely what a fool was I to come hither, I am taken with her, if I have not al­most a mind to this honourable peice (mischief) marriage, good Company forsake me, there is a new guest come to this Inn, (cal'd honesty, commands like a Prince, and I must observe his laws) (the mor's my grief) I will be gone, one minute more un­does me, all happiness dwell with you Lady.

Pray stay and hear me Sir, although from womans fear, my words proceed, yet (trust me) I conceit so well of you, I could nor easily be won to think what my faint fears have uttered.

She talk's again, think's well of me her tongue a Cupid, and each word an Arrow, she has an excellent ayming eye, a good face fine complection, handsome breasts, a neat middle, and i'l warrant a good Foot and Legg, she wears an hundred Cupids,— and now they all discharg'd, at me together— and now they [Page 21] carry me captived to her—and now I begin to speak, hum—hum—

Hey da see if I do not talk like one of your mad Poets already.

I do not think but the youngster has Hero and Leander, at his Fingers ends I would I could hear a little more, O this.

Pray you do not you spend your serimonius jests upon so weak a wit, if you must needs love tell me so— I love the plain way best.

By thy own chaste thoughts, which were they mix'd with mine, cannot be tainted, I infinitely honour thee.

Honour, is that another term for love Sir.

It is, and by this tempting fruit, I love and honour you.

Why do you swear so rashly indeed I will not take your oath, till you advise your self.

Give me it again then ile think upon it.

Maides where are your hearts become look you what here is, look you what here is— whats there a couple of Turtles a billing, is that such a

peice of business—very good he has bethought himself, and now he swears agen theres two shillings in oathes al­ready.

I can conceal no longer, love growes great, the more I labour to deliver it— guard me my blushes.

But cannot you affect me, my Election.

Who is that behind you sir.

A Gentlewoman, what is she more sweet Lady.

Do you observe her sir.

I doe.

She is one (pray fix your eyes upon her) she is one, that can tell, that with unfeigned zeal, my soul affects you.

Indeed—shee's worth the noting—pray Lady (then take notice, with what integrity of pure affection I seal me hers for ever.

Withall my heart, your very nimble Gallants,

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What shall we doe, my Father will suspect if you stay longer.

My Friend expects me too.

Is he not your Brother Sir.

No Lady.

He is somwhat like you, and a handsome Gentleman.

I know your need, here is some Gold Sir.— make but your habit appear glorious, you may as freely have Admit­tance, as any of our Suitors.

I have hard so much, farewel my best one.

Remember Oathes.

As I will do my Soul.

Oh 'tis well, you are coming, I had spoyl'd all else — what have you, done now.

As I could wish my Boy.

Say you so, get you gone, then ile try what I can do.

Doe.

But which is your Mistress.

That Gentlewoman.

That Gentlewoman (good) I must then direct my Ser­vice to the other, pretty Rogues both— de hear Lady, are you my Frinds Mistris.

Did he tell you so Sir.

Cunning Gipsey, yes he did tell me soe forfooth.

I hope you dare believe him.

Marry doe I, is this your Sister fair one.

Yes Sir.

Can she love think you.

Faith Sir, she can best resolve you.

You say true, and ile to her, does she love verse or prose.

I think she is indifferently affected.

So then ile think upon somthing.

Ye busie Eyes, where do you carry me, why should this Stranger be your object so, yet I'me too blame to chide you, ye behold, a man proportioned for a Princess, how pretily this bluntness does become him, he makes this way, sure he would speak with me.

What is your name sweet Lady.

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Feminia Sir.

You are a woman.

I think so Sir.

'Tis true, my little peice of modesty, you can but think so, yet by your name you are.

And I think you are a man.

But think I am a man, do you not see a mark upon my forehead.

No truly Sir, me thinks it is a Cupid,

Cupid, oh blindness, Sit lazie Cupid upon a Soldiers Brow.

Cupid is Mars Coequal.

Then they are both there together— I thought so, for I could love and fight both at once, love a Mistres, and beat him, that durst abuse her and (now I think on't) are you married.

Not yet Sir.

Then theres some hopes, but if I know how to court her I am a Jew, de ye here Lady what said my Friend to ye, when he came in the way of Marriage.

Troth I have quite forgot Sir.

You have an excellent memory.

Why doe ye Question me of marriage Sir.

The Rogue has a mind to be talk'd too — pox, she might put forth her self a little more, for my brain is out of tune I am somwhat stupid, oh Sack, nothing like Sack it calls up a Parliament, of Rable in the Soul of a Poet— and too much makes em speak fustion as fast, Oh how she smirks

I would give my golden Rapier to be at her, to be at her— Ile speak to her least she talkes me to silence, She sayes shee's a woman, Cupid thou little Cub of Venus assist me, can ye love Mars my fair Sithera.

Yes if he have a Cupids Soul.

Yes he has a Cupids Soul.

Where is he.

Here in this Doublet— but hang circumstance can you vouchsafe affection, if you can tell me, ile strive to conquer my usurping nature, perhaps I may run mad, or so, if I do come but and see me in Bedlam, and I am answered.

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Are you so swain sir, is love so powerful in you at first sight.

Troth and he saies true, and now I am resolv'd, pack hence my blushes then, fly unto those conscious of crimes, and let them there disclose their corrupt nature, love so pure as mine requires, not your assistance.

The times unfit for tedious discourse, resolve your self when ere my Sister makes your friend her Bridegroom, you shall as surely call Feminia bride.

A kiss O that, Sirrah couldst not thou obtain so great a blessing, from thy Father, as four or five peieces contain, to be­friend a poor Gentleman.

That would discover all— noe— go but to Mr. Credit, call your self my brother, you shall be furnished with all those necessaries, that can acouter a compleat Gentleman.

Is he so highly taken say you,

At every sigh he breathes Felixina.

Hee's my Father — isht.

Feminias name inspires his foul with raptures.

Let him but see a beauty, though as fair as Poets painted Hellen, he will say she come but short of his Felixina.

He dotes, he dotes, oh my most happy issue.

If I could stay, Ide reckon up a thousand of these things, but sweetest fair, time will not now permit me.

Return my best affection▪

I will.

My Master sir expects me, else I would fill up your soul with wonder.

Farewell Lady.

Ile take my leave Sir, and of you fair Lady.

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Tell him your self, if he infringe his Oath I am undone farewel Sir.

Entirely welcome Gentlemen, Callumney attend them out.

These are a couple of entire Rogues, or else I wear false spectacles.

What think you of your sweet hearts now my Girls.

As of the noblest Creatures nature fram'd.

They are superlatively excellent.

You are obedient Girls, but come attend me I must in­struct you, in some unknown lectures.

Scene the First.

WEll what would you say now.

Are we free from any hearing.

Pray let me ask a question then.

Speak, but be not tedious— some weighty business sure.

Your answer shall be just.

Yes prethy speak without more conjuring.

Do you—

Out with it.

Do you love Mr. Money.

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Yes what of that.

Faithfully.

Must I needs make my faith so familiar with your know­ledge i'st my father hath made you thus inquisitive.

No (as I covet happiness) I love you, and would prevent you he is one unfit for your deserts, my heart grieves for you.

Surely the fellows honest, prethy why.

First of all you— are young, fair, and kind, he old gou­ty and churlish,— you vertuous, wise, and loving, he vicious damdable vicious, he has tane in Baudy-houses night, by night— who but money— he makes the Old bauds beautiful the Whores Caper naked at his appearance, marry they have reason for it, he secures them from all troubles, he is acquainted with all the terrible Iustices about the Subburbs (& wondrous well beloved too, theyl take his word before the bond of an Alderman, then is he very foolish, for he prefers the cloath of Tishue, and Plush before noble Hospitality, and a hater of all vertue.

You say I am vertuous, why doth he love me then.

He doth not, I know he doth not.

Why doth he swear he loves proves it by guests, would marry me.

He says so, i'l answer, with a question, why doth the Devil feed with liquorish meats, spiritful Wine, high pride, hot lechery, and feathered ease, those that he means to damn, he marry ye, fy, fy, he shall but like the greedy Tree-worm, suck the sap of Reputation from you, and leave you wither'd.

These words carry a sence to be observed, though to me needless the Jenius that doth guard the Reputation, my chast soul affects hath preinform'd me thus, this sheweth his honest though, since thou art so chary of my honour, (and wilt I hope, persist in't, I shall invite thy Judgment to a greater difficult, for which I will not be a light rewarder,

Here's harmony.

You are my Vertuous Mistriss, I am your vessal, your very eye commands me.

Go send my Sister to me.

I shal forsooth I am all

Amorous

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The very contemplation of my Love, exhilirates my heart, his name exiles all passion, what an infusious Love— when I was free and with impartial eyes, vew'd every one (Eagle like) could I dare the Summer Sun now one slight beam hath dimn'd me here come my sister she is

fetter'd (too) my helping hand was not wanting (Gramercy jea­lousie, for I thinking my own choice best fearing with my eyes, she should look on him, have ta'ne occasion (as my surest preven­tion) to make her cover (by my pray appear most worthy.

Did you send for me Sister.

Yes, Mrs. Simper I did send to you.

What would you (pray).

Talk and prattle, nothing else, what dost thou think of my choice.

'Tis a deserving one, is this all.

No when dost thou think I shall see him again.

I cannot tell, pray heaven they both prove constant.

Is that thy meditation— dost thou fear it.

Yes, and my fears hold Angry.

That they'l be false, forbid it heaven if mine be capable of Oaths I cannot.

Nay I will hope the best, you have most cause to grieve if it prove so— you will loose the richest prize.

Not in your eye I hope

How rich I prethy, thine's a Iove to mine.

I am the happier

Iuno then.

Prethy stay.

I am invited by a difficult subject requires my meditati­ons for a while prethy excuse me.

I am invited by a difficult subject requires my meditati­ons for a while, prethy exuse me, this is a Riddle learn or turn Sorceress and raise up the Ghost of Edipus to unfold it.

If you derive your Pedigree from the antient house of the Monies, ther's some affinity between us.

I'l assure you Sir we came in with the Conqueror my mo­ther was a Pecunia.

What kin to the Argents,

Twas my fathers name.

Well said Frank bring me into the kindred too.

My mother was an Argent, my father an Aurum.

Why then your name is Gold Sir.

Yes sir, the best of my kindred lived in Barbery.

Then by that name I must salute you never noble couzen Gold.

Sweet couzen Money,— pray be acquainted with my Bro­ther Iewel.

Bright Mr. Iewel. I pray salute my Ningle Credit.

Ningle Sir.

I sir, tis a familiar Term passeth betwixt us.

Good Mr. Credit. I salute you.

I return your salute pretious Mr. Jewel.

Indeed Sir, pretious is my Christen name.

Whether go you Gent. (if without offence I may desire it.)

Ye are married Gentlemen.

Married, yes, and I believe you know our wives— we married two Sisters, I the Lady Portion, and my Brother, the younger Sister, beauty.

Indeed the Lady Portion is my neer Kinswoman.

Yet more kindred

I am her fathers elder Brother.

Then Gentlemen we dare reveal our Voyage we are going to do, what you it seems have done.

Marry a couple of Virgins i'l lay my life.

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And since happily we have met we shall desire you two, for Witnesses to such agreements as their Fathers, and we shall con­clude upon.

Then you have the Wenches consents.

Firm, firm.

And yet were distrustful, Jealous of your friends.

No not Jealous.

Who is here my rival Money, and his Ningle Credit, with two Caveliers— the Old man is taking his Noons Nap, ile wake him with this news suddainly, hoping he will run out off his wits for Joy— master, master awake here are both your Son's Mr. Money and Mr. Credit.

Where my loyal Callumney, where where—

Look here Sir, look here, unless you stay them speedily two golden unthrifts (in whose clutches they now are) will car­ry them from your sight for ever.

Forbid it Mammon, ile call to them, what if a man leap'd down Callumney— ile leap, may a man break his neck hear think'st thou.

His Neck scarce hurt his foot.

Do thou leap first good Calumny, to satisfie my fear, a little lead me the way.

Alas Sir, I appear so black and horrid I shall quite scare them from you.

Thou saiest true ile call, ile call, they will be gone ere I can moderately go down staires.

Call, fy leap Sir— 'tis but a squelch I have a kinsman an excellent bone setter.

Shall I, shall I, Callumny, I can have but a squelch thou sayest.

No, no.

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I but twill be a Devilsh squelch— wilt thou be acces­sary to thy good Masters death.

You might have been down by this time.

That I might I faith for ever rising. I might have had my last squelch— Vh, if I were sure my legs would come first to ground I would not care— well I will call, Son Money, Son Credit, Gentlemen whether go you.

O Father Clutch, no further then your house.

My faithful Sons— that I were within an embrace, but ile come immediately, imediately Gentlemen— you'l stay a while.

Yes wee will wait you sir:

Open the door Callumny.

I cannot find the key sir.

Not find the key, dainty fine tricks, where hath your Devil-ship laid it, break open the door, you Hell-hound.

I have found it now.

Did I call thee Hell-hound, forgive my passion gentle Callumny.

You are well beloved here Gentlemen.

Yes faith the Old man dotes upon us.

Act Fourth Scene Third,

HEe may be proud of yee, ye are the best Suitors, have craced his House, since his Daughters entred into their Teenes.

We are men (you know) the world thinks well off.

Yee are your selves, the world, in spight of the flesh and Devil.

You do ecclips us with your praise, and your affection, yeilds a partial censure.

They are here still, Oh my right noble Sons, Son Mo­ney let me enjoy an armful of thee— and of thee— trust me Son Credit, my youngest Daughters sickness is for thee — and Son Money did your man tell you how my elder Daughter swounded in your absence— I thought I should have lost her, nothing but your name could quicken life in her.

My Man Sir.

And my Son Credits man (too) Indeed Gentlemen I am infinitely engaged to you, you are noble Lovers I see you doe respect your Ladies.

We sent no men good Sir, bethink your self, sure hee's Transported.

True tricks of Nobility, see if they will acknowledge their good actions

But who are these Gentlemen, who are these I pray.

Two worthy friends of ours.

Their names (I pray) I may salute em.

This Gentlemans name is Gold.

Mr. Gold.

And this Mr. Iewel.

He is in my eare allready, Illustrious Mr. Iewel— glorious Mr. Gold— you are both entirely wel­come

Gold and Iewel— oh for a couple of Daugh­ters more, what a wealth Clutch might I bee, I would Bigamy were lawful, I must enjoy these two Gentlemen, Callumney and I will knock our Jouls together about it Gentle­men will you draw near.

Pray lead the way Sir.

Indeed ile follow you, nay pray Sir— Mr. Gold, Mr. Iewel—

How is our house enobled— had my Master but two Daughters more, what marriages should we have M. Money and M▪ [Page 32] Credit ('tis resolv'd) must marry the two Virgins— say you so— but what sayes Mr. Callumny to that, by your leave, Clutch you promised him the Elder—and Money like a trade Rogue you will defeat him, but mark what followeth (my aged Sig­nior) he like a more cunning Rogue, hath that in practice will defeat you both— I am strangely lost, what should these fellows be that came with letters— Money and Credit said they sent none such— I have it, I know I have it, (without all doubt) they are servants to these fresh Mamoratto's Gold and Iewel—here will be some scuffling for the wenches. I may prevent you Mr. Gold or Mr. Iewel if you solicite my Lindabradez.

Callumny my best Callumny, why thus melancholly, Sirrah my Daughter dotes upon thee, upon the Devil—

I vow she does, I know it— she flouts Money beyond measure.

This is the preambulation to more mischeif cunning Sir, I apprehend you, I do expect I should encourage on Gold and Iew­el to your daughters— when you are hang'd,

you know the proverb sure Sir. my mean desert weigh'd with their noble Suitors must appear most worthless.

She thinks thee honest, them but flatterers.

Well what would your Sir.

Methinks I see thee walk in cloath of Tishue whilst I in Furres in an imperious chair sit and prolong my hours with gazing on thee, my delightful darling.

Notable Rogue, but whats your will, declare it pray sir.

This is day thou knowest, Money and Credit obleige their whole Estates, to me on condition I give my free consent, that they may match my Daughters, mark ye, my free consent, but if their free consents they cannot get they are like to stand the hazard, Gold for thee my boy— now Sirrah, oh that I had two Daugh­ters more.

You would fetch over the new Guests Gold and Iewel,

Thou art all apprehension, thou wert composed of Craft and Subtilty.

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Do thou but cheer them on, let me alone in time to work the Catastrophe, I have a Plot, (not altogether perfected, that shall make thee mine, ne're fear it, in the mean time, be thou their Genious encourage them, my Boy, encourage them I cannot stay, I must about my profit.

I apprehend the Rogue, he has given Money and Credit, his full consent, now Sir, will he marry them to Gold and Iewel, and at the last appear as ignorant, as they that never knew, and wher's my Mistress then, kind Sir expect (if you be wife) nothing from me may make addition to your happiness— But who comes here i'l step behind the hangings.

What plentious happiness my soul enjoys in seeing you my wished one, nothing shall now I hope (if Hymen smile) delay our Nuptialls.

Hey day, what have we here— sure these are Eyes, and Ears.

Sweetest it is my firm resolve, to hearts sincere, nothing so happy as the marriage hour.

Good agen.

You know my mind, lets in again your father will suspect else, I shall declare my plots to you, at large when time shall be auspitious.

You are full of constancy.

Very pretty, this is one of them (as I take it) I should en­courage, she hath plaid my part upon her self and given him a large encouragement—agen.

Why prerty sweet one can thy thoughts be won to think my tongue has been the Orator of a disloyal heart.

But could you not affect my Sister dearer.

This is the second part to the same Tune what courtly Roguery may a man descern behind Arras.

What my friends choice, unclasp an amity in whose fair Bonds, are fetter'd nought but love and sweet indulgence, did not that claim a share in my best thoughts my Amorous Soul, crea­ting you it's object says you excel in merrit.

Think me not loveless for my easie fear.

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Indeed I do not.

Be wary or all's mar'd.

I'l warrant ye come, let's withdraw agen.

Am I designed for a better end then hell, the Devil keeps no truer touch with me, Love may be thus reciprocal, in as short a Season, but such aged familiarity call's marvail in my sconce— Oh for a Jury of Witches to find the guilt of this bu­siness out, 'tis now as the Devil my aged Signior would have it, ye shall have Gold and Iewel, to your Sons, ne're fear it, if I do not cross the business, ther's a business unthought off, I think of it though and will endeavour it to my power, I'l do my good will, Mr. Clutch, ye can have but a mans heart, here they are all, work work, my brain.

Look ye Gentlemen, this is fair inconsideration of your estates I give my full consent, that you may marry my two daugh­ters.

We acknowledge so much.

Well said, I think you need not doubt theirs.

Theirs we are confident.

Coxcombs you are, if you knew all

I know you do consider I am old.

Why I may dye to morrow, Not these threescore years I hope, and then you will be blest with all my store, these Girls must reap the fruit of all my care.

Well, their free wills we doubt not.

O you little Rogue I have thy consent, have I not Spouse.

I Cadeedlo, Head.

Cadeedlo Head, those words come so prettily from thee.

I am glad

they please you Sir.

Sir here's, Sir here's two Gentlemen, and their wives are come to visit you, and my mistresses.

What are they.

Mr. Silver the monyer, and his mistress.

Light heel, keep such a stamping, that we shall nere be able to endure the house, what's the tother.

Mr. Hammer-head, the Goldsmith, Sir, he has a very handsome wife.

O then by all means let them in.

Do, do, Callumy, their worthy friends, and necessary members in a Common wealth, Mr. Silver, my

illustrious friend wel­come, most welcome, and couzen Hammer-head, let me imbrace you.

Gentlemen pray salute your friends, Mr. Silver, you

and I are familiar friends your hand, Ningle Credit, bid him welcome.

Fair mistress welcome and may choycest delight, ever crown your wishes.

The like to you.

Frank has borded one, and I like a coward stand and fear to assault the other, but I am a Captain, and will fear no colours mrs. your welcome as I may say.

I thank you Sir.

Is that your husband forfooth.

Yes Sir. why do ye ask.

Because I would know.

A very merry Gentleman.

'Tis as I tell you Sir, Mr. Mony, and Mr. Credit, has engaged their whole estates to me, inconsideration of my full con­sent, that they may marry my daughters.

Why then we shall have weddings two or three at.—

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Least, for here's my friend Mr. Silver, has stole his Mi­stress forth and means to marry her presently.

Why then he's one of our rank.

He is, but Gentlemen so many weddings towards, and nere a dance, come, come, each take his mistress and dance, and foot it a little for the satisfaction of these spectators.

Ha, ha, ha,—are these your Kinsmen Gentlemen, ha, ha, ha, I am a little absur'd, ha, ha, ha, pray pardon me.

Our kinsman, yes, why dost ask.

They are a couple of crafty merchants, ha, ha, ha, they may well be confident of the consents of their mistresses.

Not unlikely, why They are your Kinsmen you say.

Yes.

Whose Credits you respect.

As our lives.

I vow ye should not know it else pray make no words on't.

Well, speak.

If these two tuff blades, are of ability, they have made all sure, i'l warrant them.

Ha— ha, sure prethy be plainer.

I do conjecture something, the Rogues breath smells worse than Garlick, it

ascends from the same of some unsavoury secret, I fear 'twil choak us.

A trick of youth, and partly in fashion, a slight mi­stake, made use. O'th Bridal night, before the wedding morning, do ye understand me now Gentlemen— no hurt, onely.

Foah, now 'tis out—the Devil choak thee for't.

How cam'st thou to know it.

Their Baud i'l lay my life.

Very easily Sir, I was a Servant to them, and had good cash to learn silence with many fair promises.

I, I knew't would come too't.

Why what a Rogue art thou to discover then.

I but I know to whom, their friends and kinsmen, all the Devils in Hell, could not have wrinched it from me but you.

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We are much ingaged to you—

Does not their Father know it:

Not yet Sir.

Well let it go no further.

Not for a World.

Come hither Frank.

Felix. Feminia, let me talk with you a little.

Yes Sir.

Mr. Money, Mr. Credit, Gentlemen when must we have Gloves, when is the time prefixt, I perceive you are wel prepared,

To morrow, ist not to morrow Ningle.

To morrow, let me see to morrow, I to morrow a very fit day— yes, yes, to morrow Callumney.

And are you sure you have the consent of my young Mistresses.

Sure dost take us for Asses, dost think we are now to make Sure, and must be married to morrow.

Come I know you are not sure, you have both most foo­lish lost your whole estates.

How.

Be these two yonder your Kinsman.

Yes.

You are sure ont.

Yes.

So sure am I, they are contracted both unto your Brides, that should be, and (let me tell you for tis frindship bids me) the old man cares not it is (in part) his policy.

How.

Nay it must out, although my Masters secret conscience will have it so, do ye but mark his words, I give ye but my con­sent (saith he) having reserv'd to himself thus to delude you force­ing his daughters privately which indeed he need not, they are themselves too willing to give their free consents to marry your rich Kinsmen.

And will my Spouse turn Baggage, is there no hone­sty in Cadeedlo.

But is this truth.

Why will you here me swear.

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Any thing but Cadeedlo, that hellish Oath.

These eyes and ears are witnesses to their contract.

It cannot be they are married.

So am I, am I not, they married— pist— Ile be more o­pen to you did not my Master tell yee, ye sent your two men to his Daughters.

I perfectly remember't we sent none.

True they were servants to your kinsman, and to my knowledge brought them letters, but as forerunners to their vi­sits.

What will become of this is there no prevention what an unconscionable misers this.

Gentlemen, now hearken to me since I have opened the Sore I will apply a remedy, therefore (ingeniously) observe from me, allwayes come short of this, I have been industrious for yee.

Honest Callumny.

With resolv'd confidence, call them aside and in the way of frindship make known you have enjoyed the Daughters, laugh­ing it out (like some Familiar action) or ye make your boast (as thus) that as aged as ye are) you can yet overcome young Vir­gins, I need not teach ye to bounce I am sure, there are twenty wayes to divulge it, swear it, rather then loose your main estates.

By my Credit (an Oath I fear I shall nere swear agen) 'tis a peice of rare Rogurie, and I must hug thee for't.

I like it (too) weel put in practice strait.

Least it be to late, they are now in consultation, be sure you bear up stifly, think on your Estates, go not a word more, lest we be observed.

Those Gentlemen Sir.

Yes you know my mind, ile win your oppertunity.

Fy in a passion for her, let her pass, think your self happy that you know it, 'twould have troubled ye more after marriage.

Well ile do somthing.

Come Gentlemen will ye in, your Dinners are prepa­r'd, by this I am sure, discourse the rest at table, 'twill make your fare digest.

Wee'l wait upon you Sir.—

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Scene the First▪

IMpudent Slaves Joy in your sordid Acts, your peices of Lascivious Gravity, hath Age taught you to be but wise in sin, must you be revereced cause you are become high in Ini­quity, bravely Audacious, yet pardon my rash words, ye are to me my better Jenious, I should honour ye, call ye the Patrons of my happiness for you have told me that, (had it been kept till I had wedded this intemperate Woman creature) had ruin'd me for ever, crewel woman, what Cupids did you see in wrinkled brows, sunk Eyes, and whithered cheeks, should make your blood with such a flame, kindle your appetite, hide me some happy mist, for here she comes would tempt another Adam.

Oh my heart the killing Basalisk is more courteous, his visage doth pretend no less than death, but here's a Ram shap't in Inno­cence.

What so private: I have strange news to tell you.

Shee will offend no more, hath heard, I know it and will fain penitence (death) I must [...]peak to her, though I perish by it, Oh divinity, defend me from this peice of beautious Magick, and I will be thy Anchorite— is your news good Felixina.

Exceeding good to me Sir.

Goo [...] come to thee, is Hell and Heaven met, or is incon­tinency proved no crime

as our wise Sophisters maintaine with good my sweet.

My Father gives us free consent to marry.

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Does he indeed, a peice of pleasing mischeif,

what joy have we Felixina.

Will not you kiss me for my newes now.

Joy so transported me I had forgot

Oh Hespirides, thy garden yeilds such fruit, that I must pluck it though the Dragon seaze me—

her breath excels perfumes, and on her lip lies such a pleasing warmth, might melt the souls of devout Hermets, — Oh you dangerous sweet one, might I be promised to enjoy thee thus, when our two souls are doubled to the Abiss, ide pass through this Elizium of sins and bless my Temptress.

What do you mean Sir.

Nothing, why dost thou ask sweet heart.

You talk so strangely.

Indeed I do to talk of bliss in Hell.

Oh sister now I fear you.

But when must wee be married fair Felixina.

Do you prefix the time Sir— you will not want a Bride.

Thou wilt be shee I warrant, hum what do ye blush would we were married now, there is an amorus flame crept in my blood, makes every limb a wanton, prethee kiss me agen,— tell mee— dost not thou

find a mutiny in thy blood, relish my pulss. I am not aged but can meet thy fire with heat more active then that flames desire.

What do you mean Sir, saying heat and fire, give your strange Dialect some Demonstration, I apprehend you not.

Venus will be a Nun, and preach Virginity, Oh were should Devils get such Angels shapes

Ile tell thee then— thy beauty and my love (too potent Tempters) envite me to that Lilly bed thy brest, where I might banquet on thy curious body. Lets imitate the warm em­bracing Turtles instruct each other how our Parents did, when by their Amorous play we were create and propagate the world, with love born Creatures, what do ye gaze on mee— I am turn'd Devil too, Devil too, and will conspire with thee in loose im­braces to beget a race of Tempters, say do I not look like a most amorous Incubus.

You scare me with your words.

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But did that bosome harbour Innocence, thou wouldst (undaunted) hear me.

That Innocence protect me.

Nay fly me not, I am as bad as thee, I am surprized nere fear it— Oh my gross essence.

Sweet Sir, unfold your discontents, do you not think me chast, pray look on me.—

Oh no, thy eyes, will make my Judgment stagger, ye are all innocence in shew, but that frail man, that by your species, shall (like me) imagine some inferior vertue, shall close himself within a den of thraldomes, I did believe thee innocently good as rich in Soul, as feature, I did think each sentence that thy tongue did utter me some,

Pray Sir be more particular, does my indulgence of you tell you so, or my bold love declare my Levity, was I too easie won, or else too free, being won too.—

Oh, I stop there, that kindness is my torment hadst thou repulst me, with a brave disdain, when for thy love I was an Ora­tor, I had become a gross Idolator, in paying Adoration to thy name.

Shall I not know the nature of my guilt.

Incontinency.

Incontinency—oh

Oh me she swounds, as if within that word, lay rigorous Thunder, in me an Earth-quake is, shivering my Joynts, like (too aged) building, I could out sigh rough Eolus, what a stormy vile, lust does make in calm Lovers bosoms, how like a Virgin in con­tented Urn, (that living knew not, what man call'd a crime) lies this Deceptio visus, since she is false it will be piety, to raise her to repentance, I am resolved, if I did warm this Viper in my breast, and onely have her sting for recompence, welcome my fate, she stirs, sure she'l prevent me.

Oh never wake sir, if she be false, may she thus die unpittied— let her not have a Grave, preserve her body and vile memory, to fright Mortality, when Maidens plight their faith, and do enfringe [Page 42] let their wrong'd Lovers, curse my wandring spirit, who living here, was but their base example.

Bless me good Powers, how these strange dangerous words, do operate in my fidelity. I scarce believe her false now.

Sweet Gentleman (the name of Love you cancel) who hath possessed your noble spirit thus.

Faith I scarce think thou know'st— his names Mony.

What the Grand Devil of Rank, Callumney, would you belive him Sir.

'Twas spoke in such a way.

If in your brest any credulity, you ever lodg'd to receive Virgins Oaths, let mine a while appease you, and encourage that noble spirit, which you bear within you, unto an Act by my in­vention fram'd shall make this Incurrer truly confess, his words, to be gross scandal.

But did you do it bravely.

For speech, and action Rosius might have learn'd, had been living.

And how did they take it—ha.

Very contentedly— they were not mov'd.

Made slight (as men of actions not concern them)

They are subtile Rogues, and preserv'd, all in thought yea have prevented them ne're fear it, for if they marry them, Callum­ney is your bondman.

Oh noble Callumney.

If they should question more, be you still confident, re­member your estates, be that your Ienius, I speak from my love, I would not have such noble Spirits ruin'd come lets be gone.

But I hope, they'l urge no more.

You cannot tell, be you prepar'd for't, to seem but daunted were [Page] to open all, and so you may become ridiculous Beggars [...] you were in state belov'd of all, all then will reckon you but [...] counterfeits.

And then we are fit for no place, but new England.

Come follow me and be victorious.

Come, I dare swear they are chast.

Oh I, as vertuous as waiting Gentlewomen, who will not deny the Grooms a courtesie, to shew they are free from Pride, or they which serve antient rich Batchellors, that in their Candles mix cantarides, to raize Rebellious Spirits, Midwives at thirty, Widdows at Nineteen, as Hellens Maid that wrote the Book, De arte Venerea.

Oh fy upon thee, thou wilt make them Monsters, come, come, follow my Directions, i'l warrant thee, we'l prove them honest Maids, ere we have done.

Will you so, i'l say you are further read in Dialectica, then a great many of your fore-fathers, no, i'l trouble my self no further— e'ne those that broke them, sodder u'm.

If thou dost anger me, i'l beat thee into, belief (and that's a strange kind of Rhetorick) come they have, they have Golden Portions think of that.

If thou dost lead me to damnation.

I'l be burn'd for thee, come follow me.

But do they entertain your loves, so willingly good Girls you have done bravely (my own flesh) let me kiss you both i'l make ye Goddesses, yea little wantons.

I Sir, but Money and Credit.

For them let me alone, Money is an Ass, Credit his [Page 44] Ningle, let um pass I have ore reach'd their Gravities, my sub­tilety shall make perdition, their inhabitary Mansion, me thinks I hear them curse and rail on Clutch, whilst I content me with the Foxes Proverb (better when he's curst, a ha Mrs. Gold, and Mrs. Iewel.

But ther's a scandal laid upon our fame.

What's that, what scandal i'st, if it hinder not our ends, no matter Mony will buy good tongues.

It hinders our hope to marriage.

What with Gold and Iewel, declare it, ha, with Gold and Iewel, speak it, oh my sweet hopes.

Mony and Credit (joyn'd with Callumney) Proclaim us both their Whores.

Iewel and Gold this hearing, casts us off exposing us to Contumelius laughter.

Oh Callumney, thou art mischievous, and hast out-reacht me, this will bring madness on me Gold and Iewel (my illustrate hopes) banished to live in desperations desert, Mammon (thou God of our adored earth) why dost thou suffer such events to th'wart me.

Sir a devise (by me already fram'd, and well approv'd off) shall our humours gain and we match with our liking.

Gold and Iewel.

Yes Sir.

But hear me out Sir, these as they are rich, will not be brought i'th compass of defraud, if as our Portions you'l deliver up, half those estates, Mony, and Credit own'd, we have wrought them to ingage theirs unto you, in witness of each other, then they are ours, if this may not be done, 'tis their resolves, to leave us to the hazard of our Fortunes.

Oh as I could wish— i'l do't, i'l do't, where be they i'l be ingaged immediately.

In that withdrawing Room, they wait your Answer.

'Tis well I am contented.

So this is contriv'd, to purpose, is it not, now our de­sires will finish (my Feminia) am I not worthy applause, be free to me.

Thou hast dispos'd things rarely bur (in brief) tell me wer't thou perswaded I would be thy rival.

By Love I was, but prethy pardon me.

Pardon thee, yes upon condition you'l return the like, I had as much of foolish Jealousie, as love could let them claim.

I hope it will prevent that Plague, in Marriage I would not entertain it a whole year for more then the Worlds riches.

But are not we obedient Children, to gull our Father thus.

Heaven pardon us, 'tis not our greatest Crime, in such a cause as this.

But dost think she is with child.

I cannot tell I did my best endeavour. you may imagine how a man inspired by such a beauty may be stir himself.

I warrant she is a Bedfellow for a Iove.

Faith I would scarce exchange her, for his Juno, why Nector is extracted from her lips, her breath excells sweets of Ara­bia.

She hath infused Poety in you.

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Have not I been at her Helicon— now I speak to pur­pose.

And is she pliable in her sports to you.

As is the Fish unto the Anglers bait, playes to beget desire.

Very Wanton.

As Leda, in the arms of Iupiter, I could not think my memory could—

Bless my tongue with so many good words to my purpose, but my estate that does it — Oh noble Callumney.

What desperate Vow, won her, to credit you mee thinks she's nice, and very proudly coy.

To strangers she is, to me she was, but that she saw my faith in my great Oathes.

What were they pray Sir.

Marry Sir, the greatest and surest was Cadeedlo.

Indeed then she might well believe you — Cadeedlo quoth a —

And now we play and sport as familiarly as puppies, I call her spouse, shee calls me head—

A most firm Conjunction, her Father doth not know it you say.

Not yet, and I hope you will not tell Sir.

You need not care, since his consent is given.

That's all one (poor soul) she would blush her self to death, if she but thought he knew it.

Why doe ye expose your secrets to my bosome, I am a very blab, I shall disclose.

Will you undoe your kinsman.

Hearken to me.

They are at it, I must make one, on both sides — now my part comes in, what Gentlemen retired, I am too bold to in­terrupt your privacies.

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You are not Sir, pray stay— are the doors to lock.

They are most strangely barracaded—

No stay till to morrow, then Revel at large, I would be married first.

Noe. prethee be perswaded, I would fain see how the old man would relish his Daughters forwardness, he knowes hot constitutions must be abated.

Break your discourse off, I would not have the old man guess out this private deed, he is a peice of dangerous subtilety.

Then all is true you tell mee.

If you be incredulous, ask my Ningle Credit.

No, no, ile take your word, as you shall mine, you are a peice of dam'd impiety, sent but to teach the world Idolatry: the Peasants wisdome, the vain Citties Pride, the Misers luxury, the only guide to Fools and worldlings, you were made to shew Hells broadest entrance.

Think not I am a patient Auditor, I am not passive cause I dare not Act, but keep your breath till I am charg'd with it, nor then prepare for stormes as violent, as the just Heavens shower upon impious Seamen after black imprecations.

Bless me these words are worse then sympathize or con­cur, what do you mean Sir.

Now it works— are ye at difference Gentlemen.

If ever you had fear, express it now be not so ignorant as to believe, I will not vindicate that Ladies Honour, you by your guilded witchcraft have deprived, tell me you Chaos of confusion, what Negromancy from Gehenna brought, wrought this white innocence unto a deed, black, as your sorded entrails.

Son Money, what's the matter.

Alas I know not Sir (oh cursed Callumny) what is your will Sir, with me?

Thou hast by Magick and Pretigious Charms Effussinated such a Noble Creature, that all Excrutiations, Hell invents will be too sweet a Guerden for the deed.

The wonderful words of man, if I know what he means more then I tell would I were burn'd pray Sir be plainer.

How go the Squares Son Credit, draw, draw.

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Keep my swords length

Sir, they are past a Rescue, you ought to be my Agent in this Cause.

My purpose is to make amends with Marriage.

Is that my satisfaction, Know sir by oath she was contracted mine, and had not violated that decree, but by some (Hell wrought) witchcraft, therefore knovv no vvay but this, shall right me—if you think brief repentance can obtain abatements in your Torments, take your time, I vvill

attend some minutes.

Oh hold, take my confession she is (for ought I knovv more Man then vvoman, if ever I toucht more then hand, or—lip— Cadeedlo, there's my oath, my undoing oath, may I not thrive vvithout honesty.

But are you serious.

Hang me if I be not.

You may believe these oaths.

Knovv Sir, vve are ingaged to your daughters, and vvill our Contracts Consumate vvith speed. But your consent is sold, to those that shall but little by it

Since you have of this, craft and that I see the vvomen are Auditors, vveel resign our intrest up, injoy the fruit of your ill labour'd brain.

Do you hear this Sir.

But are my daughters contented.

Sir happiness, and these are so nere kin: enjoying them all happiness is ours, and pray Sir tell me, you that durst lay claim to that Pure Maides prize bove all earthly treasure, hath my tongue, ever been so vile to vovv any affection to you, clear me, and your self.

You might have been so vvise.

And you Sir, like an Image in black Chalk vvhat vovvs, or oaths can you lay claim to novv, more then Cadeedlo.

Oh that Cadeedlo—that had been enough for any Chri­sten'd vvoman to have svvorn.

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Well since 'tis thus, and that you are well agreed marry my Daughters, take my Blessings with them, be witness all.

Oh curst attonement, terror to mine eyes is all my plot­ting projects come to this confusion separate your conjunctions.

What my true Servant Calumny, give me thy hand, thou man of discontent, what think you of my eldest daughter now sir— you must hatch projects then—ha, look, look, see if Mr. Gold, and Mr. Iewel have not prevail'd, Mony and Credit were but shallow Lovers,— Sirrah — sirrah, have I not riches in abundance, Money and Credit, Gold and Jewel.

May thy Gold, (moulten choak thee.

Not yet Callumney, not yet,— prethy be more chari­table, thou shalt have my eldest daughter.

Spawn of iniquity, whose infectious breath carries more horror to the bearers Ears, then doth the sentence of just Rada­manth, unto the black offenders— what is this Lady false, spit out your gall, and tell me.

If she be not, she's not to old to learn, too learn, and as young stock, as you may have a Graft, the City keeps a Nursery thank the Court Gardners.

How durst thou speak thus.

Oh good Sir, Fools and Cynicks, talk by Pattent, I am a fool or you had gone to wrack, with your fair brides (that must be) weak hearted Gentlemen wher's your estates, you were all, deluded Prisoners, you shall be till the Devils dead, (my good old Master, and after (too) unless some Prodigal succeed him which is the best your hopes can promise.

Come Gentlemen mind him not, all he can do is rail, will you to Church, these my obligatory Gentlemen, shall be the witness to your sacred contract.

We are content

I do not envy much, my couzen Gold by birth doth claim presedency of me—Let him en [...]oy it.

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I yeild so too, Iewel commands his Credit.

We thank you Gentlemen, and are ingaged to your sub­limed vertues.

How now what's this.

Nothing Sir, but the Golds uncurrant.

And the Iewel's counterfeit.

Hath Featherbrain.

And Pennyless.

Daughters these are Counterfeits, shake um off, these are, nor Gold nor Jewel—how am I couzened.

Ha, ha, ha.

As true as I live Sister, they are handsomer men now their beards are off, by ten parts (beshrew me Sir) we will not part from them, for all this, I love a counterfeit Iewel as well as ere a Lady in the Land.

Ye have the writings.

I, I warrant thee wench.

Say you so too.

Yes truly Sir, I am of my Sisters mind.

The writings Sir are firm, Pray think upon the Covenants.

You shall have honest dealing of us, we will perform.

Why these were your men.

Yes truly Gentlemen, we spoke, and pleaded for you.

They are two Prodigals, his name is Featherbrain, his Pennyless.

Featherbrain, (passion of my heart) his name I do (al­most) remember, have not I a morgage of yours Sir.

Yes truly Father, and I hope you'l return it when I have married your Daughter.

Hell and vexation on you.

Oh do not curse, do not curse, we'l prove true blades, nere fear it.

Oh for a couple of daughters more.

Hell take thee for a Iewel, how am I cheated set on by spend-thrifts, whose licentious games wast in a year, more then their Ancestors got in five ages.

Come rail not on us, nor disturb your thoughts, what we have been we are not, poverty the Prodigals excrutiation, hath [Page 51] been a Caveat to admonish us, how being blest agen (as now we are) we spend our time in such loose revellings.

I cannot speak in Golden Numbers, like my Ningle Money, but I mean as well, let that pray have acceptance.

I never had (in my life) a fit so strange as this which in my bosome opperates me thinks that these attonements please me well, and all the world could not perswade my mind, to better choyces, than my Daughters make, accept them pray, with them my most of wealth.

We thank you Sir.

Come lets to Church, you Callumney I banish, you were my evil Jenius prompted me to deeds most vile.