His Hoft the Tapfter to turn him out of Doors

;

And have been fince with all your Friends and Tenants, And on the Forteit of your Favour charg'd them, Though a Cruft of mouldy Bread would keep him from ftarving,

Yet they fhould not relieve him. This is done, Sir. Over. That was fomething, Marral, but thou must go farther;

And fuddenly, Marrall.

Mar. Where, and when you please, Sir.

Over. I would have thee feek him out: and, if thou Perfuade him that 'tis better steal, than beg.

[canft,

Then if I prove he has but robb'd a Henrooft,
Not all the World fhall fave him from the Gallows.
Do any thing to work him to Despair,

And 'tis thy Masterpiece.

Mar. I will do my best, Sir.

Over. I am now on my main Work, with the Lord Lovell,

The Gallant-minded, Popular Lord Lovell;

The Minion of the People's Love. I hear

He's come into the Country; and my Aims are

To infinuate myfelf into his Knowledge,

And then invite him to my Houfe.

Mar. I have you.

This points at my young Miftrefs.

Over. She must part with

That humble Title, and write Honourable,
Right Honourable, Marral! My Right Honourable
Daughter!

If all I have, or e'er fhall get, will do it,

I will have her well attended; there are Ladies

Of Errant Knights decay'd, and brought fo low,
That for caft Cloaths and Meat will gladly serve her.
And 'tis my Glory, though I come from the City,
To have their Iffue whom I have undone,

To kneel to mine, as Bond-Slaves.

Mar. 'Tis fit State, Sir.

Over. And therefore, I'll not have a Chambermaid That ties her Shoes, or any meaner Office, But fuch whofe Fathers were Right Worshipful. 'Tis a rich Man's Pride! there having ever been More than a Fewd, a ftrange Antipathy, Between us and true Gentry.

Enter Wellborn.

Mar. See who's here, Sir?
Over. Hence, Monfter! Prodigy!
Wellborn. Sir, your Wife's Nephew;
She and my Father tumbled in one Belly.

Over. Avoid my Sight! thy Breath's infectious, Rogue!

I fhun thee as a Leprofy, or the Plague.

Come hither, Marrall, this is the Time to work him.

Mar. I warrant you, Sir.

[Exit Overreach.

Wellborn. By this Light, I think he's mad.

Mar. Mad! had you took Compaffion on yourfelf,

You long fince had been mad.

Wellborn. You have took a Course,

Between you and my venerable Uncle,

To make me fo.

Mar. The more dull-fpirited you,

That would not be inftructed. I fwear deeply

Wellborn. By what?

Mar. By my Religion.

Wellborn. Thy Religion !

The Devil's Creed !-But what would you have done?
Mar. Had there been but one Tree in all the Shire,
Nor any Hope to compafs a Penny Halter,

Before, like you, I had outliv'd my Fortunes,
A Withe had ferv'd my Turn to hang myself;
And presently, as you love your Credit.

Wellborn. I thank you.

Mar.

Mar. Will you ftay till you die in a Ditch, or Lice devour you?

Or if you dare not do the Feat yourself,

But that you'll put the State to Charge and Trouble,
Is there no Purfe to be cur? Houfe to be broken?
Or Market-Women with Eggs that you may murder,
And fo difpatch the Bufinefs?

Wellborn. Here's Variety,

I must confefs; but I'll accept of none

Of all your gentle Offers, I affure y

you.

Mar. Why, have you Hope ever to eat again? Or drink? or be the Mafter of Three Farthings?

If you like not Hanging, Drown yourfelf: Take fome Courfe

For your Reputation.

Wellborn. Twill not do, dear Tempter:

With all the Rhetorick the Fiend hath taught you.
I am as far as thou art from Despair,

Nay, I have Confidence, which is more than Hope,
To live, and fuddenly, better than ever.

Mar. Ha! ha! thefe Caftles you build in the Air
Will not perfuade me, or to give, or lend

A Token to you.

Wellborn. I'll be more kind to thee.

Come, thou fhalt dine with me.

Mar. With you?

Wellborn. Nay more, dine gratis.

Mar. Under what Hedge, I pray you? Or at whofe
Coft?

Are they Padders, or Abram-men, that are your Conforts?
Wellborn. Thou art incredulous, but thou fhalt dine
Not alone at her Houfe, but with a gallant Lady;

With me, and with a Lady.

Mar. Lady! what Lady?

With the Lady of the Lake, or Queen of Fairies?
For I know, it must be an enchanted Dinner.

Wellborn. With the Lady Allworth, Knave.
Mar. Nay, now there's Hope

Thy Erain is crack'd.

Wellborn.

Wellborn. Mark there, with what Refpect I am entertain'd.

Mar. With Choice no doubt of Dog-whips. Why doft thou ever hope to pafs her Porter?

Wellborn. 'Tis not far off, go with me: Truft thine own Eyes.

Mar. Troth, in my Hope, or my Affurance, rather, To fee thee curvet, and mount like a Dog in a Blanket, If ever thou prefume to pafs her Threshold,

I will endure thy Company.

Wellborn. Come along then.

SCENE II.

[Exeunt.

Allworth, Waiting-woman, Chambermaid, Order, Amble, Furnace, Watchall.

Woman. Could you not command your Leifure one
Hour longer?

Chamb. Or half an Hour?

Allworth. I have told you what my Hafte is: Befides, being now another's, not mine own, Howe'er I much defire to enjoy you longer, My Duty fuffers, if to please myself

I should neglect my Lord.

Woman. Pray you do me the Favour

To put these few Quince-Cakes into your Pocket,
They are of mine own preferving.

Chamb. And this Marmulade;

'Tis comfortable for your Stomach.

Woman. And, at parting,

Excufe me if I beg a Farewell from you.

Chamb. You are ftill before me. I move the fame

Woman. Ours wait on you!

Chamb. And fhall do ever.

Order. You heard my Lady's Charge, be therefore

That you fuftain your Parts.

Woman. We can bear, I warrant you.

[careful

[Exeunt Woman and Chambermaid.

Furnace. Here, drink it off; the Ingredients are CorAnd this the true Elixir; it hath boil'd

Since Midnight for you. 'Tis the Quinteffence

[dial,

Of five Cocks of the Game, ten Dozen of Sparrows,
Knuckles of Veal, Potatoe-roots, and Marrow;
Coral, and Ambergrife: Were you two Years older,
And I had a Wife, or gamefome Mistress,

I durft trust you with neither: You need not bait
After this, I warrant you; though your Journey's long,
You may ride on the Strength of this till To-morrow
Morning.

Allworth. Your Courtefies overwhelm me: I much

grieve

To part from fuch true Friends, and yet I find Comfort; My Attendance on my Honourable Lord

(Whofe Refolution holds to vifit my Lady)

Will speedily bring me back.

[Knocking at the Gate; Marrall and Wellborn

within.

Mar. Dar'ft thou venture further?

Wellborn. Yes, yes, and knock again.

Order. 'Tis he; difperfe.

Amble. Perform it bravely.

Furnace. I know my Cue; ne'er doubt me.

Watchall. Beaft that I was to make you ftay: Most

[They go off feveral Ways.

You were long fince expected.

[welcome;

Wellborn. Say fo much

To my Friend, I pray you.

Watchall. For your Sake, I will, Sir.

Mar. For his Sake!

Wellborn.