EDG.

Thee? that were a ieft indeede ! Doft thou

thinke the Gentleman is foolish? where hadft thou hands,

I pray thee? Away Affe, away.

Ivs.
EDG.

away.

I shall be beaten againe, if I be fpi'd.

Sir, I suspect an odde fellow, yonder, is stealing

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OVE. Brother, it is the preaching fellow! you fhall [45] fufpect him. He was at your tother purse, you know! Nay, ftay, Sir, and view the worke you ha'done, an' you 10 be benefic'd at the Gallowes, and preach there, thanke your owne handy-worke.

Cok.

Sir, you shall take no pride in your preferment : you shall be filenc'd quickly.

What doe you meane? sweet buds of gentility.

Ivs. 15 Cok. To ha'my peneworths out on you: Bud. No leffe then two purses a day, ferue you? I thought you a simple fellow, when my man Numpes beate you, i'the morning, and pittied you

OVE. So did I, I'll befworne, brother; but now I fee 20 hee is a lewd, and pernicious Enormity: (as Master Ouerdoo calls him.)

Ivs. Mine owne words turn'd vpon mee, like fwords. Сок. Cannot a man's purfe be at quiet for you, i'the Masters pocket, but you must intice it forth, and debauch 25 it?

WAS. Sir, Sir, keepe your debauch, and your fine Bartholmew-termes to your felfe; and make as much on 'hem as you please. But gi'me this from you, i'the meane time I beseech you, fee if I can looke to this. 30 [Wasp takes the Licence from him.

Coк. Why, Numps? WAS. Why? because you are an Affe, Sir, there's a reason the shortest way, and you will needs ha'it; now you ha'got the tricke of lofing, you'ld lose your breech, an't 'twere loose. I know you, Sir, come, deliuer, you'll 35 goe and cracke the vermine, you breed now, will you? 'tis

very fine, will you ha'the truth on't? they are fnch retchleffe flies as you are, that blow cutpurfes abroad in euery corner; your foolish hauing of money, makes 'hem. An' there were no wifer then I, Sir, the trade should lye open 5 for you, Sir, it fhould i'faith, Sir. I would teach your wit to come to your head, Sir, as well as your land to come into your hand, I affure you, Sir.

WIN. Alacke, good Numps.

WAS.

Nay, Gentlemen, neuer pitty mee, I am not IO worth it: Lord fend me at home once, to Harrow o'the Hill againe, if I trauell any more, call me Coriat; with all my heart.

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QVAR. Stay, Sir, I muft haue a word with you in priuate. Doe you heare?

EDG. With me, Sir? what's your pleasure? good Sir. QVAR. Doe not deny it. You are a cutpurfe, Sir, this Gentleman here, and I, faw you, nor doe we meane to detect you (though we can fufficiently informe our felues, toward the danger of concealing you) but you must doe vs 20 a piece of feruice.

EDG. Good Gentlemen, doe not vndoe me; I am a ciuill young man, and but a beginner, indeed.

QVAR. Sir, your beginning shall bring on your ending, [46] for vs. We are no Catchpoles nor Conftables. That you 25 are to vndertake, is this; you faw the old fellow, with the blacke boxe, here?

EDG.

The little old Gouernour, Sir?

QVAR. That fame: I fee, you haue flowne him to a marke already. I would ha'you get away that boxe from

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EDG. Would you ha'the boxe and all, Sir? or onely that, that is in't? I'le get you that, and leaue him the boxe, to play with ftill: (which will be the harder o'the two) because I would gaine your worships good opinion 35 of me.

WIN-W.

He fayes well, 'tis the greater Mastry, and 'twill make the more sport when 'tis mist.

EDG. I, and 'twill be the longer a miffing, to draw on the sport.

QVAR. But looke you doe it now, firrah, and keepe your word

or

EDG. Sir, if euer I breake my word, with a Gentleman, 5 may I neuer read word at my need. Where fhall I find you?

QVAR. Some-where i'the Fayre, heereabouts.

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it quickly. I would faine fee the carefull foole deluded! of all Beasts, I loue the serious Affe. He that takes paines 10 to be one, and playes the foole, with the greatest diligence that can be.

GRA. Then you would not chofe, Sir, but loue my Guardian, Iuftice Ouerdoo, who is anfwerable to that description, in euery haire of him.

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QVAR. So I haue heard. But how came you, Miftris Welborne, to be his Ward? or haue relation to him, at first? GRA. Faith, through a common calamity, he bought me, Sir; and now he will marry me to his wiues brother, this wife Gentleman, that you fee, or else I must pay value 20 o'my land

QVAR. S'lid, is there no deuice of difparagement? or
fo? talke with fome crafty fellow, fome picklocke o'the
Law! Would I had studied a yeere longer i'the Innes of
Court, and't had beene but i'your cafe.

WIN-W. I Mafter Quarlous, are you proffering?
GRA. You'ld bring but little ayde, Sir.

WIN-W. (I'le looke to you 'ifaith, Gamfter.) An vnfortunate foolish Tribe you are falne into, Lady, I wonder you can endure 'hem.

GRA. Sir, they that cannot worke their fetters off; muft weare 'hem.

WINW. You see what care they haue on you, to leaue you thus.

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GRA. Faith the fame they haue of themfelues, Sir. I 35 cannot greatly complaine, if this were all the plea I had against 'hem.

WIN. 'Tis true! but will you please to withdraw with vs, a little, and make them thinke, they haue loft you. I hope our manners ha'beene such hitherto, and our lan[47] guage, as will giue you no caufe, to doubt your felfe, in

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GRA. Sir, I will giue my felfe, no cause; I am fo fecure of mine owne manners, as I suspect not yours.

QVAR. Looke where Iohn Little-wit comes.

WIN-W. Away, I'le not be seene, by him.

QVAR.

No, you were not beft, hee'ld tell his mother,

the widdow.

WIN W. Heatt, what doe you meane?

QVAR. Cry you mercy, is the winde there? must not

Іон. While they are paying the reckoning, Win, I'll tell you a thing Win, wee shall neuer fee any fights i'the Fayre, Win, except you long ftill, Win, good Win, sweet 20 Win, long to fee fome Hobby-horses, and fome Drummes, and Rattles, and Dogs, and fine deuices, Win. The Bull with the fiue legs, Win; and the great Hog: now you ha'begun with Pigge, you may long for any thing, Win, and fo for my Motion, Win.

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WIN. But we sha'not eat o'the Bull, and the Hogge John, how fhall I long then?

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Іон. O yes! Win you may long to fee, as well as to taste, Win: how did the Pothecarie's wife, Win, that long'd to see the Anatomy, Win? or the Lady, Win, that defir'd to spit i'the great Lawyers mouth, after an eloquent pleading? I affure you they long'd, VVin, good Win, goe in, and long.

TRA. I think we are rid of our new customer, brother Leatherhead, wee shall heare no more of him.

[They plot to be gone. LEA. All the better, let's packe vp all, and be gone, before he finde vs.

TRA. Stay a little, yonder comes a company it may be wee may take some more money.

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KNO, Sir, I will take your counfell, and cut my haire, and leaue vapours: I fee, that Tabacco, and Bottle-Ale, and Pig, and Whit, and very Vrsla, her felfe, is all vanity. 15 Bvs. Onely Pigge was not comprehended in my admonition, the rest were. For long haire, it is an Enfigne [48] of pride, a banner, and the world is full of those banners, very full of Banners. And, bottle-ale is a drinke of Sathan's, a diet-drinke of Sathans, deuifed to puffe vs vp, 20 and make vs fwell in this latter age of vanity, as the fmoake of tabacco, to keepe vs in mift and error: But the fleshly woman, (which you call Vrfla) is aboue all to be auoyded, hauing the marks vpon her, of the three enemies of Man, the World, as being in the Faire; the 25 Deuill, as being in the fire; and and the Flesh, as being her felfe.

Brother Zeale-of-the-land! what fhall we doe? my daughter Win-the-fight, is falne into her fit of longing againe.

Bvs. For more pig? there is no more, is there?
PVR. To see some fights i'the Faire.

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Bvs. Sifter, let her fly the impurity of the place, swiftly, left shee partake of the pitch thereof. Thou art the seate of the Beast, O Smithfield, and I will leaue thee. Idolatry 35 peepeth out on euery fide of thee.