dead man Dreames quoth a and he will not beleeue a dreame he 's an Infidell One night I dream't that I found gold at a play Next day I came thither flatter'd with these hopes Zlid before the Prologue had done I had lost my purse Coz if you ha' no faith in dreames farewell I would not dreame of heauen lest I find hell Exit Ben. This charme has cast him off now to my morgage Oh Vaster thou art dead thy haplesse issue Expos'd to the bleake ayre of these cold times I haue no meanes to expiate the wrongs My cruell Father and my selfe more bloudy Haue done thee but by charitie to thine All the poore pieces that remaine of thee So with the plaisters of our broken good We hide the wounds first hauing shed the bloud Within there Hoh Enter Robert and Anne Vaster Rob. Thou com'st vpon thy death infectious issue of the worlds plague if thy bloud stained foote enter these dores Our parents are from home Till their returne I le keepe possession Or lose it with my life Ben. Incensed Youth Thou fight'st 'gainst power with a sword of straw As good cope with the diuell as with the Law Anne Me thinks Sir there should dwell some pittie in your looke Oh cast an eye of mercie on the woes Of two most wretched Orphans doubly lost First in their Parents miseries but oh most In their vntimely deaths for we doubt sore We neuer shall behold their faces more Ben. My griefe requites you both No matter had it so pleas'd the high powers If that my Father had excused yours Ann. Good Sir forget your strength and do not triumph ouer the prostrate fortunes of two wretches Expos'd to vnresisted tyrannie Behold a Mayden begging on her knee Ben. Rise that 's heauens due These armes now thee entwine That wish for euer to be called thine A strange new influence runs through my affections Into my panting heart and there inthron'd Commands my lower faculties to loue This poore distressed Virgin I am flam'd With pittie and affection whether more Yet let my senses some coole reason gather What loue the daughter and haue slaine the father I must heauen knowes I must See my lov'd friends My comming to you is for other ends My Father sent me to inuade your lands A while stand free redeemed with my hands There 's money to relieue you that done you shall haue more Despaire not heauen will not forsake the poore Rob. Right noble sonne of so profest a foe Heauen be as kinde to you as you t' our woe Ben. I burst if I containe my passion Fairest Virgin If thou dar'st credite me I loue thee Rob. Hold Here take your kindnes back Though we are poore My sister was not bred to be a whore Forbeare to touch her Ben. Fond Youth thy rage is vaine Th' art young thy errour doth thy vertue staine I loue her as a wife Anne Oh doe not mock me How can I thinke you to such fortunes borne Will looke vpon a Mayd so poore forlorne Ben. Alas that pouerty should vertue smother Not in my brest No I le still honest be Vertue in rags are gold's all one to me Censure me both as you shall finde me true I le be your father and your brother too Enter old Gripe brought in a chaire by Nice and Thirsty Grip. So let me downe till I haue seene my new morgage How now son Beniamin ha' you taken possession Ben. Of that you cannot dispossesse me Sir Grip. No knaue what wilt thou take my lands before I 'm dead You are a braue son indeed But this is the world If the father be poore the sonne would be ridde of him to saue charges If rich he must haue his lands ere his bones be cold Thir. They may be cold for they ha' been rotten these dozen yeeres Nic. I am very hungry Thir. I am very thirsty Ni. But dare not eate because I was dream'd to night of choking Ann. Now brother w' are vndone The damned father will peruert the son Rob. Gowt dropsie lamenesse rotten legges can hasten T' vndoe the poore Vsurers that sit Bound to their chaires with charms cannot moue But by their porters can to ill bestirre them He needs make haste that is at hell before them Grip. Ha for 3. Moneths Ben. Indeed Sir by that power you put me in In charity to their miserable state Orphan'd of Parents and of meanes to liue I gaue them 3. moneths profite of the lands Grip. Out Villaine Charitie 's a begger as thou wut be 3. moneths three weekes 3. dayes 3. houres had been more charity then euer I shew'd or will shew to such beggers Come Nice Thirsty list me I le take possession my selfe Ben. I hope Sir you 'l not nullifie my deed Exit Thirst Grip. Deed mee no deedes I le nullifie thee from being mine heire Come helpe me I say Nic. Indeed Sir I dare not lift you against the poore Grip. Where 's my man Thirsty Nic. He 's gone in to drinke Sir Grip. Oh he 's a good knaue he has got possession ot'h house Thir. Of nothing master but the Buttry I Grip. As lame as I am I le in my selfe Rob. Sit still you lethargie y' had better drop Ben. Containe your selfe young friend He is my father Let not the warme nest of my loue to you Hatch vp encouragement to my fathers wrongs Rob. You are my sterne Sir at your pleasure guide This tempest-beaten vessell Ben. Good Sir confirme This worke of pietie which I presum'd On faith of your good nature to affoord Grip. Sirrah your good nature will bring you to th' Almeshouse Thou shalt not inherit a doyt of mine And for you two Kitlins I le make you mew i th Iayle and there be any law in England So this chasing fit hath got me the vse of my legges againe Oh excellent Surgion would thou wert here againe for the other 25. pounds Ben. Strange that same Quack-saluer has done him good against his will How fare you Sir Grip. The worse for thee Bastard Th' hast too much charitie in thee to be the sonne of old Gripe Ann. Deare brother yeeld possession wee 'l begge rather Then this our worthy friend should lose his father Rob. Sir be not so incens'd resume your sonne Into your former loue and I resigne All right that his free promise hath made mine Grip. Come then Nice Thirsty Oh braue Surgion I can goe Oh braue morgage I can enter Exit Nic. M. Beniamin a sober word in priuate If this wench want harbour I care not if I giue her a nights lodging Ben. I haue inuited her with her brother to supper this night Will you Ni. Oh it 's Fry-day and I know you haue flesh Ben. Thou wouldst take her any night Is she not flesh Nic. Sweet Cousin I would not eate her If you please to commend me to her let me see for what I leaue that to you Exit Ben. Goe in let me alone This petulant
neither my tongue nor heeles Nor nailes from scratching out a Leachers eyes Sure I am composd most of the nimbler elements But little water in me farre lesse earth some aire To keepe me humid mutable and tender And apt for convolution but their mixture Is scarce discernible th' are so dispers'd For my predominant qualitie is all fire Pure radiant subtle fire Vast. I haue oft seene a couple of light heeles Carry a sober head a womans tongue Reade lectures of ciuilitie her face A printed booke each dimple a sweet line That doth to good the Readers eye incline Neuer till now a body forc'd to doe What the poore mind loaths to consent vnto She danceth weeping laughes and sighes in paine So I haue seene me thinkes Sun-shine in raine Marm. Enough I long to imploy her Cousin here 's the mony She 's mine What 's your name Vast. Florence Marm. Florence I like the name well It s a good lucky name to make a whore on You 'l stay with me Florence Wife Till you are weary of me I le but take leaue of my brother and follow you Exit Marmaid Vast. What with me Wife Am I not worthy of one kisse Vast. There now be gone Wife Be gone Death could not speake a word more fatall Yet one more so now farewell Vniust vnkind my woe-diuining heart By this we first embrac'd by this we part Exit Wife Vast. I am a villaine but she makes me weepe Why doe I thinke she 's false I neuer saw 't Tut all bels ring that tune It is too true I told her that this fiftie pound should carry me to the warres But I haue a battle to fight ere I goe Old Gripe that has the morgage of my lands Lies sicke of the Goute and seldome stirres abroad Some of that race I le kill or leaue my owne life In pawne I would haue done 't I ha' chalenged Beniamin Gripe the sonne whom the world cals The Honest Lawyer He comes Enter Beniamin Gripe Y' are the sonne of a villaine Ben. If I were I could not helpe it Vast. Thy selfe's a villaine Ben. It s a ranke lie Vast. Lie Thou exasperatst One mad already that would haue hazard heauen To make this earth drunke with thy bloud Ben. Its deare so bought T wil not redeeme your soule Say with deepe sluces all these liuely springs That runne through the soft channels of my veines Should be exhaust by thee or thine by me And burning malice should be quencht in bloud He that speeds best wins what he should abhorre And glories to be curst a conqueror Vast. Let Sophisters alone with these distinctions Our moderators are our swords the question That cals vs forth as warlike disputants Beyond decision of the gowne-furr'd peace Draw then thy argument and let 's talke indeed We cannot reason soundly till we bleed Ben. Let 's thinke the tearmes on which we venture bloud Th' ffects are waighty let the cause be good Vast. Thy father hath vndone me and mine issue The law affords no succour what remaines But onely to let him bleed through thy vaines Ben. How haue I wrongd thee Vast. Aske no more The State Of our strife is thou art his Sonne I hate Ben. No helpe let fury arbitrate the rest This passion must but center in one brest Yet let 's embrace and pardon and euen loue In hate O suffer not the dying blood To preiudice the sad suruiuours good They fight Enter Curfew the Abbot Curf. What vnexpected clangor frights the peace Of my delighted solitary walkes What sonnes of mischiefe in their fury tread These vnfrequented pathes stay hold My sonnes heare age but speake wisedome is old Vast. Peace Dotard Curf. On my knees which doubling age Hath scarce left able to support my corps By the remaining teares of fortie yeares Spent in this penitentiall order the last drops The drying hand of age hath left to dew This witherd garden I implore beseech Vast. Father you speake to rocks or the surd waues Curf. Then on this innocent bosome turn your swords And ease a weake soule of her tedious portage Some houre before her time O do not flie me Let the few drops of my slow-pacing blood That stands in my cold channels expiate yours Oh let a falling trunke redeeme two plants sight still No remedie let me exclaime for helpe The diuell part you if I should now ha' paid for my charitie well t was this Church-coate that sau'd me Exit crying helpe Vast. Oh thou hast slaine me hold thy conquering hand Heauens you are too iust pay-masters Thy sword With a fate-sign'd direction hath cut short My hoped fortunes in a longer breath But I forgiue thee Flie stay I haue two Orphans in this houre depriu'd Of a bad Parent For their mother nothing She has a trade to liue on O let my dying breath Beg this one mercie at thy bloud-staind hands Releeue them with now thine once their owne lands Ben. Forgiue my deed and by that mercie I Depend on for my sinnes my mercy shall Raise vp the children for the fathers fall Farewell Vast. He 's gone Now vp againe My wounds Exit Ben. Are slight yet through their windows heare I breath Out all my malice Noble youth I loue thee How little of thy father hast thou in thee Now for some strange disguise till time I find To pleasure him that was to me thus kind Exit Enter Valentine Valen. Well I see there 's no liuing in London The foure winds haue conspirde to blow all the villany of the world thither When I returnd from my short trauell I inquir'd for the knot of my old companions But like an old Ladie that has much vsd painting how suddenly are they broken I heard of three or foure in Bedlam Fiue or sixe in Bridewell Halfe a score i th' Counter a whole dozen at Tyburne But Oh numbers numbers vnder the hands of Barber-Surgions Some turnd Squires to a Brothell Others walke New-gate lane Some cheating in Ordinaries Others prigging in crowds And the rest either swomme ouer sea or drownd vpon a hill Well I do not like these proceedings there bee so many rubbes I could now begge in Dutch but it s no speeding language Now my villanie failes on the sea I le trie what cheates the land has to worke on I learn'd some scuruie medicins of our Surgion of the ship had no sooner set vp my bils in Bedford here but a Goutie cure comes halting to mee Fifty pounds I must haue to heale him Fiue and twentie I haue in pawne for the rest I le leaue it with the next Quacksaluer that with more skill shall doe him as little good Enter Gripe halting Nice and Thirsty Grip. Cousin Nice and my man Thirsty Thirst. Shall I fetch you some drinke Sir Grip. No Thy mind runs all o th' pot Thirst. So 't had need for you keepe mee Thirsty spight o' my teeth Gripe Goe you two to the vnder-Sheriffe and bid him by vertue of
this morgage giue you possession of Vasters lands The beggerly slaue has broken with me and I le take the forfeit Go quicke quicke I will not lose an houre Nic. I le but goe to the Church for a little holy-water Grip. Be drownd in holy-water Nic. No but a little sprinkled Sir We shall haue the better successe in our businesse Grip. I pree thee good Nice dispatch dispatch Thir. I come come master Nice There 's good licour it h' house You may sprinkle your throte with that Its better then holy-water Nic. One thing Sir I do not like going to day Sure t is not a luckie time For the first Crow I heard this morning cryed twice This Euen Sir is no good number Grip. Poxe o' Crowes and numbers If thou hadst giuen her a peece of carrion she would ha' cryed againe Away Nic. I go Sir stay what if there be a Rauen about the ground Shall we then take possession Oh t is an vnluckie bird Grip. Why let her croke the downfall of his house What 's that to me prethee good Nice make haste Nic. Nay too much haste will make one stumble and that 's no good signe Grip. Now Valentine Hast all things ready how now againe Nic. A toy comes in my head Valen. Poxe o' that head more toyes yet Ni. How if a Catte sits on the Buttry hatch Thou we'st proceed no further My Grandam told me that a Cat sitting on the hatch was an ill signe Grip. Mew Beate her off dash out her braines Good Nice be not so curious Ni. Oh Sir it 's good doubting the worst Exeunt Nice Thir. Grip. Are all things ready Valentine this foole troubles mee worse then the gowte Val. Sir the remedie is verie painfull I could giue a tedious course of physicke worse then any sicknesse Keepe you fasting sixteene dayes together saue the dyet I giue you Binde you to the post of patience euery day tenne houres and haue one still poure scaulding water on you purge your very heart out send your eyes out of their holes to see how your feete doe make your guttes barke worse then an hundred dogges at a beare-bayting But my medicine is sharpe and short but passing sure Sir there be foure kindes of gowte Gripe No more of kinds There 's no gowte kind to any man I thinke but to Physicians Your remedy short-short Val. Sir nothing specially of no cost Do y' see this ten-penny naile Gripe Yes What of that Val. This naile I must driue through your great toe Grip. What through the bone Val. Yes bone flesh too Grip. Oh-oh-giue me my money This medicine 's worse then any gowte Oh good Valentine your tent 's too long too long Val. Then sit and rot be rack'd still I le be gone Grip. Nay good Valentine would not a sixe-penny naile serue Val. You 'l be Physician will you If you 'l sit downe and be cur'd so if not farewell Grip. Nay good Valentine euen do thy will Val. Endure it manfully It 's but a brunt so nailes him You shall sit but a quarter of an houre till I ha' been at the Apothecaries and then I le loose you Now farewell gowty foole Thou took'st no purge yet hast a most sharpe stoole Pray heauens this kill him not Well let him sit he takes away his purse with his keis And this shal go with me I pray Sr take your case This plot has tooke try if some new may hit Exit Val. Grip. Come-come-Valentine Oh never was man so farre in my bonds as I am in this Physicians H' has nayl'd me to him That euery whore in London were but i' my case now Why Valentine Enter Nice panting Thirsty Oh he 's come How now are you return'd where 's my morgage out Villaines where 's my morgage Oh my toe oh my morgage I 'm vndone Thirst. Me thinkes you are too fast Sir Ni. Plague o' you and your morgage Oh my heart-it beats so that it has broke my buttons I would not bee so frighted againe to be made your heire puffe Grip. What 's the newes Thirsty what what good Thirsty Thir. Let me vndoe you Master Grip. No not till I heare of my morgage What 's the matter oh Ni. The matter I would not ha' such another crosse for all the crosses i' your purse Grip. What oh what Is my morgage safe Hath the vnder-Sheriffe done a miracle and playd the honest man what good Thirsty Thirst. Nothing Sir but a Hare cross'd the way and hee poore timorous soule durst goe no further for feare of sprights Grip. Oh rogues pernicious villains you conspire to couzen me get out the naile Thirsty Hares and Rauens and Diuels Enter Beniamin Ben. Who has abus'd you thus Sir could you be so credulous to thinke this a receyte good for the Gout Sir giue me leaue to helpe you Grip. Do good Ben but not in this Ben not in this Oh my morgage man my morgage run I shall lose a dayes fruits of my morgage Ben. Come Sir respect your health aboue your gaine I would not for your wealth haue halfe your paine looseth him Go in Sir get some broth looke to your wound Your morgage leaue to me I le keepe that sound Grip. Take my cousin Nice with you Come Thirsty helpe Thirsty Ben. Now for some cleanly tricke to shift my hands Exit Of this same shallow superstitious foole Now couzen I 'am sure you are not without an Erra Pater i' your pocket They say this is like to be a very strange yeare Nice Most strange and full of preposterous prodigious turbulent dismall fatall amazing terrifying Ben. Blesse vs What Nic. Wonders The effects whereof wil appeare in risings partly biformed and partly circular on mens forheads and womens mountaines Ben. Is there no sad mortality to ensue Ni. Yes my Almanacke speakes of a most fearefull pestilence especially to happen amongst Taylors and Gold-end-men Ther 's a statute-lace shall vndoe them ifayth A Taylours Bill shal be no more so deadly as the plagues Ben. Sirrah Nice I had a dreame to night Nic. Passion o' my heart a dreame what I do not like these dreames Ben. I le tell thee what Me thought my troubled fancie Led me into a Garden proudly deckt With Natures glory and the sweetest flowers That ere my breath suck'd vp where the greene grasse Tempted my sleepy spirits to soft repose There came me thought a friend dead now long since And shooke me by the hand and question'd me Of many sad euents whose conference So vex'd me that I woke Why stand'st amaz'd Thou wilt not leaue me Coz Nic. Yes and you were ten Cousins Dreame of a garden and greene rushes and a dead friends salutation Cousin make your will be rul'd and make your will you cannot liue Ben. Wilt thou be a foole of fate who can Preuent the destinie decreed for man I le on Nic. So will not I Good Coz I leaue you to your destinie The next newes I heare the Lawyer 's a
th' fashion a great deale of pocket but no lining Vast. This is the rocke that split me Oh good fate That thou hadst now about thee halfe my state Is 't sinne to rob the Theefe by vsurious course He once robd me now I rob him by force No difference but this twixt him and me I ha' not such protection as had he Grip. Oh I am a poore man a verie poore man Vast. Thou art indeed wealth without vse doth free No soule from the bleake stormes of pouertie Who cannot natures requests satisfie Out of his wealth his coffer 's rich not he Val. Be they all bound to the good forberance Vast. Thus farre quits my reuenge The Vsurer lies As fast in mine as I am in his tyes Now let me kill him No bloud shall not die My other sinnes in purple Lye there Loe That the wise lawe would serue all vsurers so How few in thy bonds didst thou ere vntie Now bound thy selfe so without mercy lie Curf. Come let 's retire to our refuge Secedunt Nic. Vncle vncle I would this all were but a dreame too Grip. Oh coz I am damnd damnd my mony 's gone Elstow morgage is lost Wallow to me Nice Nic. Oh vncle it s dangerous tumbling snakes i' the grasse Grip. Wallow to me Thirsty Thirst. Master I 'm so drie I cannot stirre my feet Grip. Helpe Enter Vasters wife Wife More robberies yet t is strange how villains swarme Mischiefes hold close to keepe each other warme Three ranke corruptions make their neere abode An Abby Bawd'house and a Theeuish rode Where be these men distressed how my Vsurer Shall I vnbind him that hath bound my husband In mercilesse fetters Yes I 'm bidden still With good deeds to requite my enemies ill Come diuell I le vnlose thee Grip. Oh how I 'm crost My mony and my morgage all all lost Nic. Masse a prety wench If she lay thus bound before mee I would not loose her but vpon some conditions Wife VVill you go in Sir and refresh your selfe Grip. I le follow thee sweete girle Would I could cope This morgage though my other be past hope Thirst. Doe they brew wine here Exeunt Vast. See how this woman still me quits and crosses I rob and binde and she releeues their losses Why doth she thus It s but a tricke of hers By charitie to draw in customers I am now patient but more Cuckold still I helpe her to supply gainst my owne will Curf. Shall we retire to my chamber and share Enter Beniamin Val. Tarry Here comes another Iack-daw let 's plucke him and take his feathers with vs stand Ben. Thou durst not say so were we on iust tearmes Valen. You should bee some Lawyer you stand so on your termes Faith we must change professions with you you must giue 's our fees Ben. You le earne them first Val. Braue Sir so do not Lawyers alwayes But when you 'r payd your selfe you 'l giue 's our due Vast. Hold Gentlemen this is my friend Curf. Thine noble Valoys thou shalt begge his ransome then Vast. Hee stands secure Haste to your chamber There I le meet you presently and then wee 'l share Exeunt Ben. Are thy ends good in this giuen libertie Or dost it here alone to murder me Vast. Not with my sword but with a tale shall wound thy amazed heart come let 's sit downe Ben. What tale good friend be plaine and short Woe to a heart by expectation centuples the smart Vast. I haue commendations to you from one Vaster For by 's description you should be the man Ben. Liues Vaster then Vast. 'Las Sir you know he 's dead And by your bloudy hand was murdered Ben. By me Vast. Is not your name Sir Beniamin Gripe Ben. What then Vast. You kill'd him Sir Poore man he dy'd With penitence to heauen to you remission Sayd that you did it like a man prouok'd By his intemperate rage Fate gaue that I Keeping his walke came to close vp his eye Ben. Heauen pardon me What sayd the dying Vaster Vast. He charg'd me seeke you out and gaue me gold To bury him in secret lest his death Should hazard yours and charm'd my silent breath Ben. His loue giues fire to my greene pile of sorrowes May his bones rest in peace in griefe I liue Lesse he and heauen do my blacke fault forgiue Vaster He hath forgiuen you only this he begges That to the scatter'd pieces of himselfe Left to suruiue his miseries vncomplete His Widow and his Orphans you would yeeld Some pittie for your owne heauens and his sake And teach that hand from which he hop'd some good To succour theirs that tooke away his blood He bad me tell you now all meanes were gone To expiate that sinne saue only one To hold those vp that on the worlds sea swimme Since he had them vndone you vndone him That you would be to them as he should be This he bequeath'd you as a Legacie Ben. I le be a iust Executor of his will Good friend great thankes my purse th' hast spar'd to ceaz But what is worse hast robb'd me of my peace Vaster th' art dead if thy transformed soule Could from the battlements of you high Tower Behold the vow'd endeuours of my heart To satisfie thy will and my huge debt In thee to thine thou wouldst my merit set 'Mongst thy best friends yet narrow are my bounds To giue them plaisters that first gaue them wounds Exit Vast. Farewell Sir thinke on Vaster Ben. Friend adieu To Vaster and my vowe I will be true How thicke the sharpe pulse of my conscience beares How strangely my distracted Phantsie threats Oh vnappeased murder that still keepes The sensitiue committer from fast sleepes And murmurs in the eares a fatall knell Of restlesse thoughts on earth of worse in hell How deepe thou strik'st me with a silent blow Be patient heart to thy fate humbly bow Fetch him againe I cannot oh his sowne Is too too mortall Why then hurl'd I downe My sinking spirits Let me slye to mirth And burden cares with wine to make them sinke The worlds rule is Who feels the lode of conscience let him drink But oh importunate griefe too hard it is To counterfet a false and forged blisse Yet once I le force a tryall I haue here an Inne I heare and wonder is turn'd house of sinne I le see if the loose sprawles with their sharpe wit Can giue my mind a medicine for this fit Whores I abhorre as Gardiners Iayes no matter Once for experiment I le heare them chatter Enter Vasters Wife Preuention I thinke here 's one of the iourney-women come to proffer me her seruice Black prostitution that any such face should euer waite vpon thee Sister what seeke you Wife What is hard to find An honest man or els my eyes are blinde Ben. Fut if I say I 'm one I then fall short Of the occasion I intend for sport I 'm such a foole in this
mammocks raise My losses from their carcases turn'd Mummy Ann. Good Sir a word Brom. Now Kitlin what would you haue Ann. Sir remember we are the miserable children of lost Vaster whom once you seru'd Brom. What 's that to me Ann. I hope Sir you can spare somewat to vs distressed Brom. This is plaine begging Minion fall to worke And earne supply to wants with diligent labour For Vasters sake I will not vrge the Statute Rob. The Statute Iudas w' are no Beggers though We try'd thy courtesie Cursed be thy fate Thou from our father gott'st thy whole estate Yet grudgest vs some fragments Hence out Dogge If thou stay'st miscreant Brom. Boy I le smoke you for 't Rob. Do thy worst diuell An insatiate worme strike deepe into thy conscience sile thy heart strings with rubbing frets And turne thy derogated name On foggy blastings of eternall shame Exit Enter Gripe Ingratitude is gone and in his roome Extortion and a fiend is hither come Grip. I 'm going to see my morgage Ann. Good Sir shew mercy on two wretched Orphans Grip. Out beggers mercie what dost talke to me of mercy I 'm going to let my grounds I haue no leasure for mercy Rob. Goe thou accursed Cain in miserie When thou begg'st mercy be 't as farre from thee Ann. Sir y' have vndone our Parents pittie vs Grip. I cannot stay to heare you I haue businesse Exit Rob. Heauen be as deafe to thee when thy soule breath Shall begge some respite at thy violent death Enter Nice This fellow sure will succour vs Nic. Iune Iuly August September the first day Ann. Sir raise our prostrate fortunes with some helpe Some little helpe you know vs Nic Yes yes I remember I haue seene you Let 's see The fourteenth day bad I must do no deed of charitie to day I haue president for it 't is lost Rob. Now I remember when I went to schoole I read of one Vespasian a good Emperour That told his Courtiers if a day out-slipt him Wherein he did nor good that day was lost The next he would redeem 't with double cost Ill colour'd sinne how shamefull dost thou looke In them that plead thy warrant from their booke Nic. Fourteenth day A good turne forgotten Oh here 's learning from the starres Though I do little good ere I am rotten Like citizens I would not ha 't forgotten Yet let me study on 't though a man may not giue he May buy I hope without danger Faire sister What shall I giue you for your maiden-head Rob. Thus much a broken head Ni. Oh Oh Forgiue me good Calender I perceiue now thy counsel 's true It 's an euil day indeed I should neither haue bought nor sold on 't exit Rob. Hence skie-consulting Gypsie men commit Sinnes darke as night and blame the starres for it Enter Sager Another passenger Oh this is Sager His wife was once a seruant to our mother Alas when these built from our ruinous woe Releeue vs not what should this poore man doe Sag. I long to heare from London how my suite Ends or depends if lost I 'm lost with it Who would trust any barres this tottring world Can plot to fortify our wheeling states When the strong dores of Iustice may be broke Or lifted from the hinges by the force Of politike engines or the safest locke Be pickt with a false key An. Sir dwels there any mercie in your heart Sag. Yes or of mercy I must hope no part I know you and your wants My wife was once your Parents seruant An. True but that time is past And in her seruice now I would be plac't Sag. That were too lauish yeelding to your woe I am but poore troubles haue made me so Yet of that small life-blood which my drencht state H 'as left it by the Lawes sharpe surgerie Embrace a portion as your needs require Enter Beniamin And I may giue Here comes your enemies Sonne Ben. I haue bene seeking all you three with nowes Good newes friend Sager the day 's yours Sag. It 's welcome I haue the better meanes to succour these Ben. You haue preuented my request I purpos'd To beg that kindnesse of you Robin I would Intreat you to accept my seruice but I meane the name of it for in deed I le vse thee As my most equall and respected friend Nan in thine armes I throw and locke my selfe My fortunes be all thine the key 's thy loue Let this kisse be the seale Ye sacred powers Make indissoluble this knot of ours Now master Sager giue her that respect You would my wife all charges are my debt Robin you know the house conduct your sister thither that done conuey these letters to the widdow Sorrow that 's her borrowed name she lies at my fathers Rob. With iust hands I 'm prouder of thy loue then of thy lands Ann. Oh pure quintessence of thy profession How many hast thou robd thus to make vp Thy perfect godnesse as if wiser nature Had made an extract of ten thousand Lawyers And thrise refin'd it with immortall fires Then set it like a sanctified Lampe On th' Altar of thy soule to giue exemplar light In the dull darkenesse of this sinne-borne night Exeunt Ben. Bromley 's growne mad with rage I 'm iealous of him You know the hopes of your posteritie dwell on your present fortunes all which burne with the short Taper of your singular life Say he should quench it Sag. How Sir murder me Ben. I cannot tell it 's but my jelaousie T is not amisse to keepe preuentions eye Open and wary Instruments of death Stand ready prest to a malicious arme And policie like a cunning Iesuite Watches behind that Arras for a call The deed once done helpe it who can or shall Sag. What ground for this suspition find your thoughts Ben. The fury of his madnesse Enuies some That surges from the poyson'd auarice Of his swolne heart his broken resolutions Wherein his traitor-tongue can scarce forbeare The protestation Giue me leaue to feare Sag. What will you counsell me Ben. That must be study'd Thus Listen We 'll trie what mischeefes he can warpe With woodden wasters learne to play at sharpe Exit Sager Enter Gripe Nice Thirsty Grip. Oh my backe my backe Ben. How do you Sir Grip. Oh sonne sonne worse then euer The Gowt was but a stitch to this Oh the Collicke the Collicke and stone Thirst. There be two of them master aske the widdow else Grip. Sure it will rend my bowels out Ben. It 's iust The stone i th' bladder now should make him smart That has so long bene sicke of stone i th' heart Grip. Oh that I knew where my old Physician liu'd Enter Vaster and Curfew Vast. Keepe on your habite Our walke 's turn'd Pouls I thinke Curf. Zlid if our third party were here wee would venter on 'hem all Th' are but welsh freeze they would shrinke at the sense of yron Vast. Let 's muffle vp our villaines with
the shadow Of some great conference if a cheate be offer'd We 'll not refuse but now to compasse it Must not be done by force of armes but wit Grip. Sonne Beniamin you must to Goldington To view yong Brusters lands th' are offer'd me This morne in morgage Harke you Nic. Thirsty come hither Thirst. Ha' you any drink there Nic. No but come drinke thy selfe drunke with Poetrie Thirst. Faith Poetrie now a daies will scarce make a man drink I had as liefe be a pot as a Poet then I should sometimes be full of good liquour Nic. Oh your Poet is too full of that it makes him thred bare Sirrah I ha' made a Sonnet here to my Mistresse she n'ere wrought such a one on her Samplar Lay thine eare close to my musicall tongue I shall rauish her Thirst. You shall be hang'd for 't then Ni. Open thine eares like an Oyster a sunning Euen as the bird which we Camelion call doth liue on aire for aye So my kinde heart euer like a stocke-Doue shall feede on thy loue all day Thirst. I and all night too Nic. I and all night too but that night would make the verse too long Now I talke of night let me see what time of day it is I haue businesse must not be rim'd away Curf. Pray y' Sir how speakes your watch One mine lies inclining to two You haue a prettie interpreter of the time there Who made it French or Dutch You need not doubt me Sir I am the new Parson of Saint Peters in Bedford Nic. Sir then as I may say haue ioy in your new Benefice for belly-peece you must ha' none Pray' le ts peruse your watch see you mine Vast. Fezz Sir y' haue a braue wash there I hill warrant the Kings wash-maker made it Beseech you master Nice let me see master Parson wash Master Parson will you zell your wash I hill giue you good cash for it Curf. No my honest friend I will not sell it Vast. Will you runne with me for it Grif. Runne no Vast. Cheuore ye runne for 't you shall nere ha 't else Excurrit Curf. Oh my watch Nic Oh my watch Curf. Stop the theefe stop the theefe Vaster runs away with Curfews watch Curfew with Nices Nic. Stop the Priest stop the Priest Thirst. Let him go he runs for a wager Ben. How now is my cousin Nice playing at Bace I know one of them well by his sad tale Of Vasters death for that I le not pursue him Grip. Son I did rest me hoping to go forward But so increase my paines I am not able Suruey you Brusters lands and speed returne All 's for your good for I am now out-worne Ben. I goe Sir All 's for me yet while she liues And his hydroppicke spirits can looke through His bodies loope-holes and conuey the pleasure Of his contemplate gold his lusts sole God Through those windowes to th' admiring heart Nothing comes from him not the superfluities Of basers things not being first improu'd I am his onely issue and on me I thinke he meanes to settle all his state It 's the onely way to giue me curst and poore To build my nest on such extorted store Those fathers that distress'd mens ruines vse As scaffolds to build vp their racked wealth Proue in the end like citie-houses that On small foundations carry spacious roofes When the incensed heauens in tempests frowne Their owne top-heauy weight tumbles them downe The first or second generation spils By ryot what by wrong the father fils In this I le be a mirror to these times And by the hand of charitie returne To euery man what by his couetous rape Their states are rauish'd of so worke my rest Th' ill gotten gone that which remaines is blest Exit Grip. Oh Thirsty honest Thirsty Thy old master is but a dead man I cannot pisse man my vrine 's stop'd Thirst. You should drinke hard master all this comes with pinching your selfe of your liquour This is the reason that so few Dutchmen are troubled with the stone Your miserable Churle dribbles like the pissing Conduit but his iouiall sonne with a streame like Ware-water-spout This is the cause the Vsurer falling sicke so seldome rises by the staffe of Physicke for he has no water for the Physician to cast Enter Nice blowing Nic. Now the Gowt Dropsie Lethargie take possession of their legs I ha' lost my wind and my watch and I feare my wench too Thirst. You haue watch'd faire sure that Parson was some Irishman Nice Some hangman vncase him I ha' bene at the Parsons and he 's no such manner of man Enter Marre-maide Constable with Valentine Grip. What crew 's this Mar. Blesse your worship I am your Worships sonnes Tenant I ha' brought a rogue to your worship to be examin'd Grip. What fault hath has he committed Clarke to your office take his examination Now neigbour Sleepy are you Constable Thirst. A good harmelesse Constable a theefe may take him napping Marm. An 't please your worship the rude Raggamuffin comes into my house cals for drinke and when the Tapster came with a reckoning he broke the pot about 's head because he had not a cleane Apron on Val. No because he misreckoned me Mar. Whose fault was it to wipe out the score Val. Not mine Indeede I anointed the score with butter and the Tapsters owne dog lick't it out Nic. Vncle vncle as sure as my watch is lost this is master Valentine the Physician Grip. Oh Coz that it were true Pray' Sir let me mooue a question Val. You may command my answer Sir y' are a Iustice Grip. Were not you the man that heald me o' the Gowt Val. Troth Sir I haue done so many cures that I forget a number of my patients Th' other day I cured a lunaticke Cobler pitifully run out at soule when hee was giuen ore by the Physicians I let him bloud tooke three Hen-egges suck'd 'hem out into the shels I put his bloud set them vnder a brood-Goose When she had hatcht the rest I gaue these three putrified egges to a Dogge the Dogge grew madde the Cobler sober And now my memorie runs backe I call to mind one of Bedford sicke of the Gowt whom I cured Grip. I am the man my renowned Paracelsian thou shalt haue the other 25. pound Constable I discharge you Ostice I 'le see you payd set your recknoning on my score trouble me no further leaue vs leaue vs Now my deepe diuer into the secrets of nature I haue a cure for thee more desperate then the former Exeunt Val. What is 't Sir that my Art cannot extend to Grip. The stone the stone I am pittifully grip'd with the stone I ha' lost my pissing Val. Sir the disease is somewhat dangerous Yet if that your expulsiue facultie Retaine true force I 'le warrant to make you pisse I must awhile withdraw to study Sir Now am I puzzled bloud what medicine Should I deuise to do 't It
witte or strength hold tacke I haue a medicine Sir to coole your backe Exit Grip. 'Las poore wench now shee 's got into my Closset she hugges her hopes as a Polititian his ayery plotte and cryes a prize a prize She shall be double cony-catch'd Wel it growes Fairy-time Oh the fine dapper laddes how they friske about my chamber when at euery step here droppes a grote there a teston Many drops make a floud Sure I 'm some wonderfull honest man that they loue me thus I must to bed Tarry how then shall I keepe touch with the widow Tha't I le sit downe in my chaire and faine my selfe in a slumber Oh 't will be a golden waking dreame Enter Vaster Valentine Curfew like Fairies dancing antickes pinching Gripe as they passe by him Oh-oh-th are angry Would I were rid of 'hem Oh sweet spirit oh doe not terrifie mee thus What haue I done to prouoke you Vast. Confesse thy sinnes Th' hast some wench in a corner Grip. I haue I haue oh but I le not meddle with her Vast. Whiles thy house was cleanly swept And thy conscience chastly kept Neat linnen fire and water ready And thy purpose good and steady Whiles thou neuer sentst the poore Vnrewarded from thy doore Whiles thou wakendst with the chimes Because thou wentst to bed betimes We brought thee wealth but t was in vaine For now we 'll fetch it backe againe Come deliuer the keys of your trunkes Grip. Oh theeues you 'll robbe me you 'll vndoe me Curf. No Gowtie blister well bind thee vndoe thee who will Val Open thy iawes thou yawning sepulcher Here is a morsel for an Vsurer Gagge him Vast. A peece of Cheese of the Low-country Dairies This is the vsuall diet of the Fairies Curf. Now we will rip the lining of thy trunkes Better the Fairies haue it then thy punkes Val. Lucke more then we can carry hath assign'd vs Curf. Each horse his lode we 'll leaue the rest behind vs Thou greedy Panther Val. Sauage Wolfe Vast. Man-eater Thou setting Canker Val. Cōmons horsleech Cur. Cheater Vast. Whose belly has iust cause to sue an action Of trespasse gainst thy couetous lusts exaction For destinie of many hundred meales Which it from others and thy selfe too steales The Gowt Val. The Dropsie Curf. Collicke Lunacie Like Sprites and Fairies haunt thy company And as thou gap'st now let some Batte or Owle Spet backewards i' thy mouth Vast. No more If thou do not Repent restore turne good sit till thou rot Val. What does Vsurie sticke in thy teeth spet out Dog spet out Now thou gap'st for a morgage Dost Vast. Fare-ill To those that aske how came this euill Giue answer thus The Fairies robd the Diuell Grip. Oh Oh Oh Exeunt Enter Bromley Nice Vasters wife Bro. Ho master Gripe what your chamber doore ope thus early how now bound gagg'd what rogues ha' bene here Nic. Speake to mee vncle speake the gagge 's out Grip. Saue the gagge I will hang the whole shire but I le find 'hem Iugglers Fairies incarnall sprites My money my heart my guts my soule Let me curse my selfe into the ground and saue a Dirge Run cry ride charge the Constables with 'hem Brom. Where be they Sir Grip. Gone to the Diuell Runne to a Coniurer cast me a figure Nic. Oh Sir all the Coniurers are o' their owne trade A mischiefe on 't I thought there was some scuruy luck towards the Crickets did so cry i th' Ouen yesterday And this verie houre as we came in there was an Owle whoo-whooping in the top of the chimney and iust at the threshold master Bromley here stumbled Signes signes Grip. Plucke downe the signes I le vndo all the Innes in the towne they harbour the theeues Brom. You said they were Fairies Nic. Now in sinceritie I heard a great ratling of chaines Wife This makes mee wonder such a robbery and I not heare it Brom. Come bridle vp this furie What will you say if I can produce you the plotter abbettor or at least accessary to this villanie What if the pick-locke can open the chest of all this stratagem Grip. 'Las poore widdow she was fast I warrant you Brom. No she was loose I warrant you how could we haue got in if she had not open'd the dore Your cousin Nice and I came from a hurly-burly i th' Iaile Your sonnes man has broke from his keeper And as we were comming wee met this woman verie supitiously stealing out Wife My heart misgaue me thus this diuels tongue Would worke my misdeem'd innocence some wrong Grip. No more words Cousin neighbor take her to the next Iustice I must not deale in my owne businesse Let her bee examin'd soundly soundly sent to the Iayle roundly roundly Wife Sir I beseech you Grip. No more Do not you know I know you for a whore Away with her I will not heare her speake My gold my siluer Oh my heart will breake Exit Brom. Come will you walke I le leade widdow come you next Master Nice you 'll follow Nic. As close as beggery followes drunkennesse Let me see your hand widdow Oh the case is cleare A yellow spot doth on your hand appeare Gather vp your heeles widdow Iustice Surly dwels hard by Enter Robert Vaster Rob. How now my mother guarded with two rogues Sword thou didst faine to kill her but Sirrah you deliuer me this woman or I le make thy yellow starch'd face serue me for a cut-worke band Brom. Oh Sir y' are well met you broke from the Iayle last night Apprehend him master Nice Nic. I 'am somewhat dainty and shy on him Sir He lookes vile sharpe on 't Brom. Let him looke as sharpe as an Apparitors nailes we 'll blunt him I warrant ye Sirrah I charge you stand Rob. Sirrah you see I stand charg'd already Will you haue me run Brom. Oh helpe helpe Exit Nic. Hold hold I ha' not made my will Rob. No matter for thy prayers dispatch it quickely then Nic. You 'l giue me leaue Sir to make my will Rob. Yes Nic. Then my will is to runne away Exit Wif. Thankes sonne but now do you not like the Lion Saue the distressed Lambe from the Wolfes pawes For sacrifice to his owne bloudie lawes Rob. Deare mother pardon be secure Enter Bromley Nice Beniamin Sager disguised Anne Vaster Brom. This way this way here Oh haue we found you Ben. How do these mischiefes flutter in thicke heapes And cloud my vnderstanding from the light I look'd the Sunne should shine find it darke night I cannot stand t' examine circumstances Now master Bromley whither are you bound Brom. Your father gaue vs charge to haue the widdow To master Iustice Surly's he suspects her To haue some hand i' th robberie to night Sir it concernes you he has lost 300. pound Ben. Vmh My father robd the widdow charg'd with it Her sonne vniayld himselfe these are harsh turnes Well go you two before prepare the Iustice You haue my