Seb. Ha! life of my life Sir Guy Fitz-Allards daughter What has transform'd my loue to this strange shape Stay make all sure so now speake and be briefe Because the wolfe 's at dore that lyes in waite To prey vpon vs both albeit mine eyes Are blest by thine yet this so strange disguise Holds me with feare and wonder Mary Mines a loathed sight Why from it are you banisht else so long Seb. I must cut short my speech in broken language Thus much sweete Moll I must thy company shun I court another Moll my thoughts must run As a horse runs that 's blind round in a Mill Out euery step yet keeping one path still Mary Vmh must you shun my company in one knot Haue both our hands by t'h hands of heauen bene tyed Now to be broke I thought me once your Bride Our fathers did agree on the time when And must another bed-fellow fill my roome Seb. Sweete maid le ts loose no time t is in heauens booke Set downe that I must haue thee an oath we tooke To keep our vowes but when the knight your father Was from mine parted stormes began to sit Vpon my couetous fathers brow which fell From them on me he reckond vp what gold This marriage would draw from him at which he swore To loose so much bloud could not grieue him more He then diswades me from thee cal'd thee not faire And askt what is shee but a beggars heire He scorn'd thy dowry of 5000 Markes If such a summe of mony could be found And I would match with that hee 'd not vndoe it Prouided his bags might adde nothing to it But vow'd if I tooke thee nay more did sweare it Saue birth from him I nothing should inherit Mary What followes then my ship-wracke Seb. Dearest no Tho wildly in a laborinth I go My end is to meete thee with a side winde Must I now saile else I no hauen can finde But both must sinke for euer There 's a wench Cal'd Mol mad Mol or merry Moll a creature So strange in quality a whole citty takes Note of her name and person all that affection I owe to thee on her in counterfet passion I spend to mad my father he beleeues I doate vpon this Roaring Girle and grieues As it becomes a father for a sonne That could be so bewitcht yet I le go on This croked way sigh still for her faine dreames In which I le talke onely of her these streames Shall I hope force my father to consent That heere I anchor rather then be rent Vpon a rocke so dangerous Art thou pleas'd Because thou seest we are way-laid that I take A path that 's safe tho it be farre about Mary My prayers with heauen guide thee Seb. Then I will on My father is at hand kisse and begon Howres shall be watcht for meetings I must now As men for feare to a strange I doll bow Mary Farewell Seb. I le guide thee forth when next we meete A story of Moll shall make our mirth more sweet Exeunt Enter Sir Alexander Wengraue Sir Dauy Dapper Sir Adam Appleton Goshake Laxton and Gentlemen Omnes Thanks good Sir Alexander for our bounteous cheere Alex. Fy fy in giuing thankes you pay to deare S. Dap. When bounty spreades the table faith t' were sinne at going of if thankes should not step in Alex. No more of thankes no more I mary Sir Th' inner roome was too close how do you like This Parlour Gentlmen Omnes Oh passing well Adam What a sweet breath the aire casts heere so coole Gosh. I like the prospect best Lax. See how t is furnisht S. Dap. A very faire sweete roome Alex. Sir Dauy Dapper The furniture that doth adorne this roome Cost many a faire gray groat ere it came here But good things are most cheape when th' are most deere Nay when you looke into my galleries How brauely they are trim'd vp you all shall sweare Y are highly pleasd to see what 's set downe there Stories of men and women mixt together Faire ones with foule like sun-shine in wet wether Within one square a thousand heads are laid So close that all of heads the roome seeemes made As many faces there fill'd with blith lookes Shew like the promising titles of new bookes Writ merily the Readers being their owne eyes Which seeme to moue and to giue plaudities And here and there whilst with obsequious eares Throng'd heapes do listen a cut purse thrusts and leeres With haukes eyes for his prey I need not shew him By a hanging villanous looke your selues may know him The face is drawne so rarely Then sir below The very flowre as t were waues to and fro And like a floating Iland seemes to moue Vpon a sea bound in with shores aboue Enter Sebastian and M. Greene-wit Omnes These sights are excellent Alex. I 'le shew you all Since we are met make our parting Comicall Seb. This gentleman my friend will take his leaue Sir Alex. Ha take his leaue Sebastian who Seb. This gentleman Alex. Your loue sir has already giuen me some time And if you please to trust my age with more It shall pay double interest Good sir stay Green I haue beene too bold Alex. Not so sir A merry day Mongst friends being spent is better then gold sau'd Some wine some wine Where be these knaues I keepe Enter three or foure Seruingmen and Neatfoote Neat. At your worshipfull elbow sir Alex. You are kissing my maids drinking or fast asleep Neat. Your worship has giuen it vs right Alex. You varlets stirre Chaires stooles and cushions pre'thee sir Dauy Dapper Make that chaire thine Sir Dap. T is but an easie gift And yet I thanke you for it sir I 'le take it Alex. A chaire for old sir Adam Appleton Neat. A backe friend to your worship Adam Mary good Neatfoot I thanke thee for it backe friends sometimes are good Alex. Pray make that stoole your pearch good M. Goshawke Gosh. I stoope to your lure sir Alex. Sonne Sebastian Take Maister Greenewit to you Seb. Sit deere friend Alex. Nay maister Laxton furnish maister Laxton With what he wants a stone a stoole I would say a stoole Laxton I had rather stand sir Exeunt seruants Alex. I know you had good M. Laxton So so Now here 's a messe of friends and gentlemen Because times glasse shall not be running long I 'le quicken it with a pretty tale Sir Dap. Good tales do well In these bad dayes where vice does so excell Adam Begin sir Alexander Alex. Last day I met An aged man vpon whose head was scor'd A debt of iust so many yeares as these Which I owe to my graue the man you all know Omnes His name I pray you sir Alex. Nay you shall pardon me But when he saw me with a sigh that brake Or seem'd to breake his heart-strings thus he spake Oh my good knight saies he and then his eies Were richer euen by that which
made them poore They had spent so many teares they had no more Oh sir saies he you know it for you ha seene Blessings to raine vpon mine house and me Fortune who slaues men was my slaue her wheele Hath spun me golden threads for I thanke heauen I nere had but one cause to curse my starres I ask't him then what that one cause might be Omnes So Sir Alex. He paus'd and as we often see A sea so much becalm'd there can be found No wrinckle on his brow his waues being drownd In their owne rage but when th' imperious wind Vse strange inuisible tyranny to shake Both heauens and earths foundation at their noyse The seas swelling with wrath to part that fray Rise vp and are more wild more mad then they Euen so this good old man was by my question Stir'd vp to roughnesse you might see his gall Flow euen in 's eies then grew he fantasticall Sir Dap. Fantasticall ha ha Alex. Yes and talke odly Adam Pray sir proceed How did this old man end Alex. Mary sir thus He left his wild fit to read ore his cards Yet then though age cast snow on all his haires He ioy'd because saies he the God of gold Has beene to me no niggard that disease Of which all old men sicken Auarice Neuer infected me Lax. He meanes not himselfe i 'me sure Alex. For like a lamp Fed with continuall oyle I spend and throw My light to all that need it yet haue still Enough to serue my selfe oh but quoth he Tho heauens-dew fall thus on this aged tree I haue a sonne that 's like a wedge doth cleaue My very heart roote S Dap. Had he such a sonne Seb, Now I do smell a fox strongly Alex. Le ts see no Maister Greene-wit is not yet So mellow in yeares as he but as like Sebastian Iust like my sonne Sebastian such another Seb. How finely like a fencer my father fetches his by-blows to hit me but if I beate you not at your owne weapon of subtilty Alex. This sonne saith he that should be The columne and maine arch vnto my house The crutch vnto my age becomes a whirlewind Shaking the firme foundation Adam T is some prodigall Seba. Well shot old Adam Bell Alex. No citty monster neither no prodigall But sparing wary ciuill and tho wiuelesse An excellent husband and such a traueller He has more tongues in his head then some haue teeth S. Dap. I haue but two in myne Gosh. So sparing and so wary What then could vex his father so Alex. Oh a woman Seb. A flesh fly that can vex any man Alex. A scuruy woman On whom the passionate old man swore he doated A creature saith he nature hath brought forth To mocke the sex of woman It is a thing One knowes not how to name her birth began Ere she was all made T is woman more then man Man more then woman and which to none can hap The Sunne giues her two shadowes to one shape Nay more let this strange thing walke stand or sit No blazing starre drawes more eyes after it S. Dap. A Monster t is some Monster Alex. Shee 's a varlet Seb. Now is my cue to bristle Alex. A naughty packe Seb. T is false Alex. Ha boy Seb. T is false Alex. What 's false I say shee 's nought Seb. I say that tongue That dares speake so but yours stickes in the throate Of a ranke villaine set your selfe aside Alex. So sir what then Seb. Any here else had lyed I thinke I shall fit you aside Alex. Lye Seb. Yes Sir Dap. Doth this concerne him Alex. Ah sirra boy Is your bloud heated boyles it are you stung I le pierce you deeper yet oh my deere friends I am that wretched father this that sonne That sees his ruine yet headlong on doth run Adam Will you loue such a poyson S. Dap. Fye fye Seb. Y' are all mad Alex. Th' art sicke at heart yet feelst it not of all these What Gentleman but thou knowing his disease Mortall would shun the cure oh Maister Greenewit Would you to such an Idoll bow Greene. Not I sir Alex. Heer 's Maister Laxton has he mind to a woman As thou hast Lax. No not I sir Alex. Sir I know it Lax. There good parts are so rare there bad so common I will haue nought to do with any woman Sir Dap. T is well done Maister Laxton Alex. Oh thou cruell boy Thou wouldst with lust an old mans life destroy Because thou seest I 'me halfe way in my graue Thou shouelst dust vpon me wod thou mightest haue Thy wish most wicked most vnnaturall Dap. Why sir t is thought sir Guy Fitz-Allards daughter Shall wed your sonne Sebastian Alex. Sir Dauy Dapper I haue vpon my knees wood this fond boy To take that vertuous maiden Seb. Harke you a word sir You on your knees haue curst that vertuous maiden And me for louing her yet do you now Thus baffle me to my face were not your knees In such intreates giue me Fitz-Allards daughter Alex. I le giue thee rats-bane rather Seb. Well then you know What dish I meane to feed vpon Alex. Harke Gentlemen He sweares to haue this cut-purse drab to spite my gall Omnes Maister Sebastian Seb. I am deafe to you all I me so bewitcht so bound to my desires Teares prayers threats nothing can quench out those fires That burne within me Exit Sebastian Alex. Her bloud shall quench it then Loose him not oh diswade him Gentlemen Sir Dap. He shall be weand I warrant you Alex. Before his eyes Lay downe his shame my griefe his miseries Omnes No more no more away Exeunt all but sir Alexander Alex. I wash a Negro Loosing both paines and cost but take thy flight I le be most neere thee when I 'me least in sight Wilde Bucke I le hunt thee breathlesse thou shalt run on But I will turne thee when I 'me not thought vpon Enter Ralph Trapdore Now sirra what are you leaue your Apes trickes and speake Trap. A letter from my Captaine to your Worship Alex. Oh oh now I remember t is to preferre thee into my seruice Trap. To be a shifter vnder your Worships nose of a clean trencher when ther 's a good bit vpon 't Alex. Troth honest fellow humh ha let me see This knaue shall be the axe to hew that downe At which I stumble has a face that promiseth Much of a villaine I will grind his wit And if the edge proue fine make vse of it Come hither sirra canst thou be secret ha Trap. As two crafty Atturneys plotting the vndoing of their clyents Alex. Didst neuer as thou hast walkt about this towne Heare of a wench cal'd Moll mad merry Moll Trap. Moll cutpurse sir Alex. The same dost thou know her then Trap. Aswell as I know t will raine vpon Simon and Iudes day next I will sift all the tauerns i th citty and drinke halfe pots with all the Watermen at h