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Enter Lucy.
Pert. Thou bast a heart of the right stamp;
I find

Lucy. Pallatine, for heaven's sake keep in your It is not comely in thine eyes, to see

voice; Us sons of war walk by the pleasant vines My cruel aunt will hear, and I am lost. Of Gascony, as we believed the grapes

Y. Pal. What can she hear when hier old ears Forbidden fruit; sneak through a tavern with

are stuff'd Remorse, as we had read the Alcoran,

With as much warm wax as will seal nine leases? And made it our best faith.

What a pox does she list'uing upon eartb? Meu. And abstain flesh,

Is't not time for her t' affect privacy, As if our English beef were all reserved To creep into a close dark vault, there gossip For sacrifice.

With worms, and such small tame creatures as Pert. Whilst colon ? keeps more noise

Heaven Than mariners at plays, or apple-wives

Provided to accompany old people? That wrangle for a sieve.

Lucy. Still better'd unto worse ! but that my Alea. Contribute, come.

hcart Y. Pul. Stand there, close, on your lives : here, Consents not to disfigure thee, thou would'st be

in this house, Lives a rich old hen, whose young egg (though not to pieces, numberless as sand, or as Of her own laying) I have in the embers : The doubts of guilt or love, in cowards are. She may prove a morsel for a discreet mouth, Y. Pal. How now, Luce! from what strange If the kind fates have but the leisure to

coast this storm ! ha? Betray the old one.

Lucy. Thou dost out-drink the youth of NorPert. Pallatine, No plots upon generation; we two

Their marriage feasts, out-swear a puny gamesHave fasted so long, that we cannot think

ter, Of begetting any thing, unless,

When his first misfortune rages out in quarrel; Like cannibale, we might eat our own issue. One that rides post, and is stopt by a cart :

Y. Pal. I say close; shrink in your morions;} go. Thy walking hours are later in the night
Mca. Why hidden thus ? a soldier may appear. Than those which drawers, traitors, or constables

Y. Pal Yes, in a suttler's hut on the pay-day; Themselves do keep; for watchmen know thee But do you know the silence of this house,

better The gravity and awe? here dwells a lady, Than their lanthorns; and here's your surgenn's That hath not seen a street since good king Harry

bill, Called her to a mask; she is more devout Your kind thrist (I thank you) bath sent it me Than a weaver of Banbury, * that hopes

To pay, as if the

poor

exhibition To entice heaven, by singing, to make him lord My aunt allows for aprons, would maintain Of twenty looms. I never saw her yet; You in searcloths.- (Gives him a Paper. And to arrive at my preferment first

Mea. Can the daughters of Brabant In your sweet company, will (I take it)

Talk thus, when Younker-gheck leads them to a Add but little to my hopes. Retire; go.

stove? [They step uside, whilst he calls between the Pert. I say, Meager, there is a small parcel hangings.

Of man, that rebels more than all the rest Pert. We shall nbey; but do not tempt us now of his body; and I shall nced (if I With sweetmeats for the nether palate; do not. Stay here) no elixir of beef to exalt Y. Pal. What Lucy! Luce ! now is the old Nature, though I were leaner than a goat. beldam

Y. Pal. This surgeon's a rogue, Luce; a felMisleading her to a cushion, where she

low, Luce, Must pray, and sigh, and fast, until her knees That hath no more care of a gentleman's Grow smaller than her knuckles. Lucy! Luce! Credit, than of the lint he hath twice used. No hope ; she is undone; she'll number o'er Lucy. Well, sir, but wbat's that instrument he As many orisons, as if she had

names? A bushiel of heads to her rosary.

Y. Pal. He writes down here for a tool of in Lucy! my April love! my mistress, speak !

jection,

2 Colm-The colon is the greatest and widest of the human intestines. S.
3 Morions--or murrions. See note 11 on The 20 Part of the Ionest Whore, Dodsley's edit
* Thun a ueaver of Banbury-See note 30 to The Ordinary, ditto.

Kiss ine.

Luce, a small water-engine, which I bought Lucy. Aye, there's your business.
For my tailor's child to squirt at 'prentices. Y. Pal. It is the business of the world : injuries
Lucy. Aye, sir, he sins more against wit than

grow
Heaven,

To get it; justice sits for the same end; That knows not how t'excuse what he hath done : Men are not wise without it, for it makes I shall be old at twenty, Pallatine;

Wisdorn known; and to be a fool, and poor, My grief to see thy manners and thy mind, Is next told achs and bad fame; 'tis worse Hath wrought so much upon my heart.

Than to have six new creditors, they each Y. Pal. I'd as lieve keep our marriage-supper Twelve children, and not bread enough to make Iu a church-yard, and beget our children The landlord a toast, when he calls for ale lo a coffin, as hear thee prophesy.

And rent. Think on that, and rob thy aunt's Luce, thou art drunk, Luce; far gone in almond

trunks milk:

Ere she hath time to make an inventory.

Pert. A cunning pioneer; he works to the Pert. Now I dissolve like an eringo.

bottom, Mea. He's ploughing o' the Indies; good gold Lucy. Ilast thou no taste of heaven? wert thou appear!

beyot Y. Pal. I ani a new man, Luce; thou shalt In a prison, and bred up in a galley ?

Y. Pal. Luce, I speak like one that hath seen In a Geneva band, that was reduced

the book From an old alderinan's cuff; no more hair left Of fate : I'm loth, for thy sake, to mount a Thaii will shackle a flea : this debosh'd 5 whine

cuach yard

With two wheels, whilst the damsels of the shop I will reclaim to comely bow and arrows, Cry out a goodly strait-chin’d gentleman ! And shoot with haberdashers at Finsbury, He dies for robbing an attorney's cloak-bag And be thought the grandchild of Adam Bell: ? Of copper seals, foul night-caps, together And more, my Luce, hang at my velvet girdle With his wife's bracelet of mill-testers. A book wrapp'd in a green dimity bay,

Lucy. There, sir- [Flinys him a Purse. And squire thy untooth'd aunt to an exercise. 'Tis gold; my pendants, carcanets, 8 and rings; Lucy. Nothing but strict laws and age will My christ’ning caudle-cup and spoons, tame you.

Are dissolved into that lump. Nay, take all, Y. Pal. What money hast thou, Luce? And with it as much anger as would make

find me

9

5 Debosh’d.—The 4to and folio read debash'd; debosh'd has the same meaning as debauch'd, and the
word occurs in 'The Wandering Jero, 1640, p. 27.
“ The more I strive to love my husband, the more his deboish'd courses begets my hate.”

Again iu Fennor's Compters Commonwealth, 1617, p. 27. :-For most commonly some koave or de-
boisht fellow, lurch the fooles their sons,” &c.
See also Mr Sleevens's note on The Tempest, A. 3. S. 2.
Whinyard, a sword. So in Edward the Third, A. 1. 5. 2:

“ Nor from their button d, tawny, leathern belts,
“ Dismiss their biting rohinyards, -till your king

“ Cry out enongh,” &c. ? Adam Bell,—an outlaw, celebrated for his skill in archery. See Dr Percy's Reliques of Ancient Poetry, vol. I. p. 143.

8 Curcanets,—" A carcanet seems to have been a necklace set with stones, or strung with pearls." It is derived from the old French word carcan, whose diminutive was carcanel. See Cotgrave voce carcan. Carcanets are frequently mentioned by our ancient dramatic writers as in Cynthia's Revels, Induction :

“ Dlakes her dote upon bim, give him jewels, bracelets, carkenets," &c. Ibid. A. 4. S. 3. :

“ If your ladyships want embroidered gowns, tires of any fashion, rebatues, jewels, or carkanets, any thing whatsoever," &c. Marston's Antonio and Mellida, p. 2. A. I. S. 2. :

No, Lucio, my deare lord's wise, and knowes
“ That tinsill glitter, or rico purtled robes,
Curled haires, hung full of sparkling carcanets,

“ Are not the true adornemenis of a wife.” Massinger's City Madam, A. 4. S. 4. :

-your carkanets,

“ That did adorn your neck of equal value." See also the notes of Dr Johoson, Mr Steevens, and Mr Warton on The Comedy of Errors, A. 3. S. 1.

9 Spoons.“ It was the custom formerly for the sponsors at christenings, to offer gilt spoons as a piesent to the child. These spoons were called apostle spoons, because the figures of the apostles were heirs ;

me ?

Thy mother write thee illegitimate.

I seek him now; meet and triumph! See me no more; I will not stay to bless

Mea. Pert. King Pall! | Exeunt omnes. My gift, lest I should teach my patience suffer Tiil I convert it into sin.

Enter Sir MORGLAY THwack, Elder PALLATINE,

[Exit. new and richly clothed, but toning themselves. Y. Pal. Temptations will not thrive. This

E. Pal, Sir Morglay, come! the hours have baggage sleeps

wings, and you Cross-legg'd, and the devil has no more posver

Are grown too old to overtake them : the town O'er that charm, than dead men o'er their lewd Looks, methinks, as it would invite the country

To a feast. I must marry her, and spend my revenue

Thwack. At which serjeants and their yeomen In cradles, pins, and sope;

10 that's the end of Must be no waiters, Pallatine, lest some all That 'scape a deep river and a tall bough.

O'the guests pretend business. How dost like Mea. Pallatine, how much?

E. Pal. As one old women shall no more Pert. Honourable Pall!

avoid, Y. Pal, Gentlemen, you must accept without Than they can warm furs or muskadel. 'gaging

Thuack. Pallatine, to have a volatile ache, Your corporal oaths to repay in three days. That removes oftener than the Tartars' camp; Pert. Not we, Pall, in three jubilees; fear To have a stitch that sucks a man awry, not,

Till he sbèw crooked as a chesnut bough, Y. Pal. Nor shall you charge me with loud Or stand in the deformed guard of a fencer; vehemence

To have these bid in flesh, that has lived sinful (Thrice before company) to wait you in

Fifty long years, yet husband so much strength My chamber such a night; for then a certain Drover of the south comes to pay you money.

As could convey me hither, fourscore miles,

On a design of wit and glory; may Mea. On our new faiths.

Be register'd for a strange northern act. Pert. On our allegiance, Pall.

E. Pal. I cannot boast those noble maladies Y. Pal. Go then shift, and brush your skins As yet ; but time, dear knight, as I have beard, well; d’you hear?

May make man's knowledge bold upon himself. Meet me at the new play, fair and perfumed: We travel in the grand cause.

These smooth There are strange words hang on the lips of cu

rags,

These jewels too that seem to smile ere they Pert. Language of joy, dear Pall.

Betray, are certain silly snares, in which Y. Pal. This day is come

Your lady-wits, and their wise compeers-male, To town, the minion of the womb, my lads, May chance be caught. My elder brother, and he moves like some Assyrian prince ; his chariots measure leagues;

Enter Younger PallarINE. Witty as youthful poets in their wine;

Y. Pal. Your welcome, noble brether, Bold as a centaur at a feast, and kird

Must be hereafter spoke, for I have lost, As virgins that were ne'er beguiled with love; With glad haste to find you, much of my breath

mour.

TO

carved on the tops of the handles. Such as were at once opulent and generous gave the whole twelve;
those who were either more moderately rich, or liberal, escaped at the expence of the four Evangelisis ;
or even sometimes contented themselves with presenting one spoon only, which exhibited the figure of
any saint, in honour of whom the child received its name." Ár Steevens's note to King Ilenry VIII,
A. 5. S. 2. where several instances of the mention of these spoons are exhibited.
Iạ cradles, pins, and sope.-So in The Lover's Progress, A. 4.:

_66 Must I now
Have sour sauce after sweet meats ? and be driven
To levy half a crown a week, besides

Clouts, sope, and candles, for my heir apparent.”
Again in The Bashful Lover, by Massinger, A. 3. $. 1. :-.

“ Should you put it too for sope and candles, though he sell his flock for it, the baby must bare bis dug." 4 Chast Mayd in Cheape-side, p. 25. :

“ Halfe our gettings must run in sugar sops,
And nurses wages now, besides many a pound of sope
And tallow: we have need to get loynes of mutton still,
To save suet to change for candles,"

ship in't.

to see

E. Pal. Your joy becomes you, it hath court, I deny the major.

Thwack. Resist principles ! Y. Pal, Sir Morglay Thwack! I did expect E. Pal. Good faith, though you should send

me more epistles The archer Cimbeline, or old king Lad

Than young factors in their first voyage write Advance his falchion here again, ere you, Unto their short-haired friends; than absent 'Mongst so much smoke, diseases, law, and noise.

lovers · Thwack. What your town gets by me, let them Pen near their marriage week, to excuse the Jay up

slow For their orphans; and record in their annals. Arrival of the licence and the ring; I come to borrow where I'll never lend,

Not one clipp'd penny should depart my reach. And buy what I'll never pay for.

Y. Pal. This doctrine will not pass; how shall 1. Pal. Not your dehts?

I live? Thwack. No, sir, though to a poor Brownist's E. Pal. As we intend to do by our good wits. » widow;"

Y. Pal. How, brother, how? Though she sigh all night, and have the next E. Pal. Truth is a pleasant knowledge ; morning

Yet you shall have her cheap; Sir Morglay here, Nothing to drink but her own tears.

My kind disciple, and myself, have leased, E. Pal. Nor shalt thou lend money to a sick Out all our rents and lands for pious uses. friend,

Y. Pal. What, co-founders ! give legacies ere Though the sad worm lie mortgaged in his bed

death! For the hire of his sheets.

Pallatine the pious, and Saint Morglay! Y. Pal. These are resolves

Your names will sound but ill i'the calendar. That give me newer wonder than your clothes; How long must this fierce ragirig zeal continue ? Why in such shining trim, like men that come E. Pal. Till we subsist here no more by our From rifled tents, loaden with victory?

wit,
E. Pal. Yes, brother, or like eager heirs new Then we'll renounce the town, and patiently
dipp'd

Vouchsafe to re-asume our mother earth,
In ink, that seal'd the day before in haste, Lead on our plows into their rugged walks
Lest parchment should grow deat. Know, youth, Again, grope our young heifers in the flank,

And swagger in the wool which we shall borrow To be the business of all eyes, to take

From our own flocks. The wall of our St George on his feast-day. Thwack. But, cre we go, we may, Thwack. Yes, and then embark at Dover, and From the vast treasure purchased by our wit,

Leave here some monument to speak our fame. The like to St Dennis: all this, young sir, I have a strong inind to re-edify Without charge too, I mean to us; we bring The decays of Fleet-Ditch; from whence I hear A humorous odd philosophy to town,

The roaring vestals late are fled, through heat That says, Pay nothing.

Of persecution. Y. Pal. Why, where have I lived ?

Y. Pal. What a small star hare I, E. Pal. Brother, be calm, aid edify; but That never yet could light me to this way! first

Live by our wits! Receive a principle : Never hereafter,

E. Pal. So live, that usurers From this warm breathing, till your last cold Shall call their monies in, remove their bank sigh,

To Ordinaries, Spring-garden, and Hyde-park, Will I disburse for you again; never.

Whilst their glad sons are left seven for their Y. Pal. Brother 'mine, if that be your argu

chance, ment,

At hazard ("'), hundred, and all made at sent;

we come

do

12

"! A poor Broicnist's ridow.- The Brownists at this time seem to have been the constant objects of popular satire. The founder of the sect was Robert Browne, a knight's son of Rutlandshire, and educaied at Cambridge. He was afterwards pastor of Aychurch in Northamptonshire, and spent great part of his life in several prisons, to which he was committed for his steady ad berence to the opinions which he entertained. He died in jail at Northampton, in the year 1630, or, according to others, 1634, when he was not less than 80 years of age. See also the notes of Dr Grey and Mir Steevens, to Twelfth Night, A. 3. S. 2.

(") Al hazard, sir: a hundred, and all maile at sent.- Folio edit.

12 At scnl.---Query cent, a game mentioned in The Dumb Knight, 1. 4. S. 1. and corruptedly written saint. S.

This game is frequently mentioned in ancient writers, and is usnally spelt saunt, probably the manner in which the French word cent was then pronounced. In Gervas Narkham's Famous Whore; or, Noble

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wits too.

Three motley cocks of the right Derby strain, 'Gainst our arrival here, together with
Together with a foal of Beggibrigge.

A certain stock of crowns in either's purse, Thwack. Sir, I will match my Lord Mayor's Is all the charge that from our proper own horse, make jockeys

Begins or furthers the magnific plot; Of his hench boys, 14 and run them through Cheap- And of these crowns, not one must be usurped side.

By you. E. Pal. What beauties, girls of feature, govern * Thwack. No relief, but wit and good counsel.

E. Pal. The stock my father left you, if your I' the town? 'tis long since we did traffick here In midnight whispers, when the dialect

Had purposed so discreet a course, might well Of love's loose wit is frighted into signs,

Have set you up i'the trade; but we spend light, And secret laughter stifled into smiles;

Our coach is yet unwheeled.—Sir Morglay, come, When nothing's loud but the old nurse's cough, Let's suit those Friesland horse with our own Who keeps the game up, ha; who misled now? strain. Thuack. Not sir, that if we wooe, we'll be at Y. Pal. Why, gentlemen, will the design keep charge

horses? For looks; or if we marry make a jointure. Thwack. May be, sir, they shall live by their Entail land on women! entail a And so much else of man as Nature did

Y. Pal. Their masters are bad tutors else: well, Provide for the first wife.

how E. Pal. I could keep thee,

You'll work the ladies, and weak gentry here, Thy future pride, thy surfeits, and thy lust, By your fine gilded pills, a faith that is (I mean, in such a garb as may become

Nut old may guess without distrust. But, sirs, A Christian gentleman) with the sole tithe The city (take't on my experiment) Of tribute I shall now receive from ladies. Will not be gulled. Thwuck. Your brother and myself bave seald Thwack. Not gulled! they dare not be to covenants;

So impudent: I say they shall be gulled; The female youth of the town are bis; but all And trust, and break, and pawn their charter too. From forty to fourscore mine own: A widow, Y. Pal. Is it lawful, brother, for me to laugh, You'll

say,

is
a wise, solemn, wary creature:

That have no money?
Though she hath lived to the cunning of dispatch, E. Pal. Yes, sir, at yourself.
Closed up nine husbands' eyes, and have the Y. Pal. Two that have tasted Nature's kind-
wealth

ness, arts, Of all their testaments; in one month, sir, And men; have shined in moving camps; have I will waste her to her first wedding-smock, Her single ring, bodkin, and velvet muff. Courts in their solemn business and vain pride; Y. Pal. Your rents exposed at home for pious Conversed so long i'the town here, that you know uses,

Each sign and pebble in the streets; for you Must expiate your behaviour here : tell me, (Alter a long retirement) to lease forth Is that the subtle plot you have on heaven? Your wealthy, pleasant lands, to feed JobnCrump Thwack. The worm of your worship’s conscience The cripple, widow Needy, and Abraham would appear

Sloath the beadsman of More-dale! then, forAs big as a conger; but a good eye

sooth, May chance to tind it slender as a grig.

Persuade yourselves to live here by your wits! Y. Pul, Amazement knows no ease, but in Thwack. Where we ne'er cheated in our youth, demands:

we resolve Pray tell me, gentlemen, to all this vast

To cozen in our age. Designinent (which so strikes my ear) deduct E. Pul. Brother, I came You nought from your revenue, nought that may, To be your wise example in the arts Like fuel, feed the flame of your expence? That lead to thriving glory; a supreme life!

E. Pal. Brother, not so much as will find a Jew Not through the humble ways wherein dull lords Bacon to lis eggs : these gay tempting weeds, Of lands and sheep do walk; men that depend These eastern stones of cunning foil, bespoke On the fantastic winds, on fleeting clouds,

seen

Courte: an, 1609, 4to, Sign. D 4, it is called mont cent.

“ Were it mont cent, primero, or at chesse,

I wan with most, and lost still with the lesse." 13 Beggibrigge. The fol. reads peggibrige. Perhaps the name of some famous borse, 14 Hench-boys.-See note 13 to The Muse's Looking-Glass.

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