If you can bring certificate that you were gull'd of 'em, Or any formal writ out of a court, That you did cozen yourself, I will not hold them. By me, in troth. Upon these terms they are yours. What should they ha' been, sir? turn'd into gold all? Mam. No: I cannot tell. It may be they should. What then? Love. What a great loss in hope have you sustain❜d! Mam. Not I, the commonwealth has. The city new, and made a ditch about it That, every Sunday in Moorfields, the younkers, Sur. Must I needs cheat myself, With that same foolish vice of honesty! Come, let us go, and hearken out the rogues. That Face I'll mark for mine, if e'er I meet him. Face. If I can hear of him, sir, I'll bring you word Unto your lodging:-for, in troth, they were strangers To me:-I thought them honest as myself, sir. Trib. 'Tis well, the saints shall not lose all yet. Go, [They come forth. And get some carts Love. For what, my zealous friends? Ana. To bear away the portion of the righteous Out of this den of thieves. Love. What is that portion? Ana. I am strong, And will stand up, well girt, against an host Love. I shall send you Against thy house: may dogs defile thy walls, Face. No, this was Abel Drugger.-Good sir, go [To the Parson. And satisfy him; tell him, all is done: He staid too long a-washing of his face. The doctor he shall hear of him at Westchester; And of the captain, tell him, at Yarmouth; or Some good port-town else, lying for a wind.If you get off the angry child, now, sir Kast. Come on, you ewe, you have match'd most sweetly, ha' you not? Did not I say, I would never ha' you tupp'd [To his Sister. But by a dubb'd boy, to make you a Lady-Tom? 'Slight, you are a mammet! O, I could touse you now. Death, mun' you marry with a pox! Love. You lie, boy; As sound as you; and I'm aforehand with you. Kast. Anon! Love. Come, will you quarrel! I will seize you, sirrah. Why do you not buckle to your tools? This is a fine old boy as e'er I saw ! Love. What, do you change your copy now? Proceed, Here stands my dove! stoop at her if you dare. Kast. 'Slight, I must love him! I cannot chuse, i'faith, Ana. The goods, sometime the orphans, that And I should be hang'd for't.-Sister, I protest the brethren I honour thee for this match. Love. O, do you so, sir? Kast. Yes; and thou canst take tobacco, and drink, old boy, I'll give her five hundred pound more to her marriage Than her own state. Love. Fill a pipeful, Jeremy. Face. Yes, but go in, and take it, sir. I will be rul'd by thee in any thing, Jeremy. Kast. 'Slight, thou art not hide-bound! Thou art a jovy boy!— Come let's in, I pray thee, and take our whiffs. Love. Whiff in with your sister, brother boy.— That master And kind spectators, if I have outstripp'd Face. So I will, sir.-Gentlemen, Yet 'twas decorum.-And though I am clean [Exeunt. RULE A WIFE AND HAVE A WIFE. BY FLETCHER. PROLOGUE. : Pleasure attend ye, and about ye sit SCENE I. ACT I. Enter JUAN DE CASTRO and MICHAEL PEREZ. Nor will be this month yet, as I reckon ; Mich. We pick up still, and as our monies hold out, We have men come: about that time I think We shall be full too; many young gallants go. Juan. And unexperienced. The wars are dainty dreams to young hot spirits, Time and experience will allay those visions; We have strange things to fill our numbers. There's one Don Leon, a strange goodly fellow, Recommended to me from some noble friends, For my Alferes; had you but seen his person,. And what a giant's promise it protesteth. Mich. I have heard of him, and that he hath serv'd before too. Juan. But no harm done, nor never meant, That came to my ears yet; ask him a question, Good promising hopes; I never yet heard certainly Of any gentleman that saw him angry. Mich. Preserve him, he'll conclude a peace, if Enter Servant, Donna CLARA, and ESTIFANIA, need be ; Many as strong as he will go along with us, That make the drunken Dutch creep into molehills. Juan. 'Tis true, such we must look for: but Michael Perez, When heard you of Donna Margarita, the great heiress? Mich. I hear every hour of her, though I never saw her, She is the main discourse: noble Don Juan de Castro, How happy were that man could catch this wench up, And live at ease! she is fair, and young, and wealthy. Infinite wealthy, and as gracious too And that comes seldom without wantonness. veiled. like me; But in a strange place, to a stranger too, Mich. I shall love you dearly, And 'tis a sin to fling away affection; I know not, you have struck me with your modesty (She will draw sure ;) so deep, and taken from me All the desire I might bestow on others: Quickly, before they come. Estif. Indeed I dare not : But since I see you are so desirous, sir, To view a poor face that can merit nothing But your repentance Mich. It must needs be excellent. Estif. And with what honesty you ask it of me, Dost thou see how thou pull'st thy legs after When I am gone, let your man follow me, And view what house I enter; thither come, Enter JUAN, CLARA, a Servant. I shall be able to give welcome to you. She has done her business, I must take my leave, sir, Mich. I'll kiss your fair white hand, and thank you, lady. My man shall wait, and I shall be your servant. Sirrah, come near; hark. Serv. I shall do it faithfully. [Erit. Juan. You will command me no more services? Clara. To be careful of your noble health, dear sir, That I may ever honour you, And kiss your hands. Wait on the ladies down there. [Exeunt Ladies and Servants. Mich. You had the honour to see the face that came to you? Juan. And 'twas a fair one: what was yours, Don Michael? thee, as they Hung by points? Alon. Better to pull 'em thus than walk on wooden ones: Serve bravely for a billet to support me. Sanch. Fy, fy, 'tis base. Alon, Dost thou count it base to suffer? Why you desire to stay; the orient heiress, Alon. I would I had her. Sanch. They say she will marry. Sanch. And marry suddenly, as report goes too. She has a greedy eye, that must be fed Alon. Would she were mine, I would cater for her well enough; but, Sanchio, |