THE PVRITAINE Or THE VVIDDOVV of VVatling-streete Acted by the Children of Paules Written by W. S. Imprinted at London by G. ELD 1607 The Puritaine Widdow ACTVS PRIMVS Enter the Lady Widdow-Plus her two Daughters Franke and Moll her husbands Brother an old Knight Sir Godfrey with her Sonne and heyre Maister Edmond all in moorning apparell Edmond in a Cypresse Hatte The Widdow wringing her hands and bursting out into a passion as newly come from the Buriall of her husband Widow OH that euer I was borne that euer I was borne Sir Godfrey Nay good Sister deare sister sweete sister bee of good comfort shew yourselfe a woman now or neuer Wid. Oh I haue lost the deerest man I haue buried the sweetest husband that euer lay by woman Sir God Nay giue him his due hee was indeed an honest vertuous discreet wise-man hee was my Brother as right as right Wid. O I shall neuer forget him neuer forget him hee was a man so well giuen to a woman oh Sir Godf. Nay but kinde Sister I could weepe as much as any woman but alas our teares cannot call him againe me thinkes you are well read Sister and know that death is as common as Homo a common name to all men a man shall bee taken when hee 's making water Nay did not the learned Parson Maister Pigman tell vs een now that all Flesh is fraile wee are borne to dye Man ha's but a time with such like deepe and profound perswasions as hee is a rare fellow you know and an excellent Reader and for example as there are examples aboundance did not Sir Humfrey Bubble dye tother day there 's a lustie Widdow why shee cryed not aboue halfe an houe-for shame for shame then followed him old Maister Fulsome the Vsurer there 's a wise Widdow why shee cryed nere a whitte at all Wid O rancke not mee with those wicked women I had a Husband out-shinde 'em all Syr Godf. I that he did Ifaith he out-shind 'em all Widd. Doost thou stand there and see vs all weepe and not once shed a teare for thy fathers death oh thou vngracious sonne and heyre thou Edm, Troth Mother I should not weepe I 'me sure I am past a childe I hope to make all my old Schoole fellowes laughe at me I should bee mockt so I should Pray let one of my Sisters weepe for mee I le laughe as much for her another time Widd. Oh thou past-Grace thou out of my sight thou gracelesse impe thou grieuest mee more then the death of thy Father oh thou stubborne onely sonne hadst thou such an honest man to thy Father that would deceaue all the world to get riches for thee and canst thou not afforde a little sa't water he that so wisely did quite ouer-throw the right heyre of those lands which now you respect not vp euery morning betwixt foure and fiue so duely at Westminster Hall euery Tearme-Time with all his Cardes and writings for thee thou wicked Absolon oh deare husband Edm. Weep quotha I protest I am glad hee 's Churched for now hee 's gone I shall spend in quiet Fran. Deere mother pray cease halfe your Teares suffize T is time for you to take truce with youre eyes Let me weepe now Widd. Oh such a deere knight such a sweete husband haue I lost haue I lost if Blessed bee the coarse the raine raynes vpon he had it powring downe Syr Godf, Sister be of good cheere wee are all mortall our selues I come vppon you freshly I neare speake without comfort heere me what I shall say my brother ha's left you wellthy y' are rich Widd. Oh! Syr Godf. I say y' ar rich you are also faire Widd. Oh! Sir Godf. Goe too y' are faire you cannot smother it beauty will come to light nor are your yeares so farre enterd with you but that you will bee sought after and may very well answere another husband the world is full of fine Gallants choyse enow Sister for what should wee doe with all our Knights I pray but to marry riche widdowes wealthy Cittizens widdowes lusty faire-browd Ladies go too bee of good comfort I say leaue snobbing and weeping yet my Brother was a kinde hearted man I would not haue the Elfe see mee now come pluck vp a womans heart here stands your Daughters who be well estated and at maturity will also bee enquir'd after with good husbands so all these teares shall bee soone dryed vp and a better world then euer what Woman you must not weepe still hee 's dead hee 's buried yet I cannot chuse but weepe for him Wid Marry againe no! let me be buried quick then And that same part of Quire whereon I tread To such intent O may it be my graue And that the Priest may turne his wedding praiers Een with a breath to all dust and ashes Oh out of a million of millions I should nere finde such a husband hee was vnmatchable vnmatchable nothing was to hot nor to deere for mee I could not speake of that one thing that I had not beside I had keyes of all kept all receiu'd all had money in my purse spent what I would went abroad when I would came home when I would and did all what I would Oh my sweete husband I shall neuer haue the like Sir Godf Sister nere say so hee was an honest brother of mine and so and you may light vpon one as honest againe or one as honest againe may light vpon you that 's the properer phrase indeed Wid. Neuer oh if you loue me vrge it not Oh may I be the by-word of the world The common talke at Table in the mouth Of euery Groome and Wayter if e're more I entertaine the carnall suite of Man Mol. I must kneele downe for fashion too Franck And I whom neuer man as yet hath scalde Ee'n in this depth of generall sorrow vowe Neuer to marry to sustaine such losse As a deere husband seemes to be once dead Mol. I lou'd my father well too but to say Nay now I would not marry for his death Sure I should speake false Lattin should I not I de as soone vow neuer to come in Bed Tut Women must liue by th' quick and not by th' dead Wid. Deare Copie of my husband oh let me kisse thee How like him is their Model their briefe Picture Drawing out her husbands Picture Quickens my teares my sorrowes are renew'd At their fresh sight Sir Godf. Sister Wid. Away All honesty with him is turn'd to clay Oh my sweete husband oh Franck My deere father Exeunt mother and daughters Mol. Here 's a puling indeede I thinke my Mother weepes for all the women that euer buried husbands for if from time to time all the Widdowers teares in England had beene bottled vp I do not thinke all would haue fild a three-halfe-penny Bottle Alasse a small matter bucks a hand-kercher and somtimes the spittle stands to nie Saint Thomas a Watrings well I can mourne in good
haue no rule with him oh wicked Edmond I might well compare this with the Prophecie in the Chronicle tho farre inferior as Harry of Monmouth woone all and Harry of Windsor lost all so Edmund of Bristow that was the Father got all and Edmond of London that 's his sonne now will spend all Sir Godf. Peace Sister wee le haue hem reformd there 's hope on him yet tho it be but a little Enter Frailtie Frail. Forsooth Madam there are two or three Archers at doore would very gladly speake with your Ladyship Wid. Archers Sir Godf. Your husbands Fletcher I warrant Wid. Oh Let them come neere they bring home things of his Troth I should ha forgot 'em how now Villaine which be those Archers Enter the suters Sir Andrew Tipstaffe Sir Oliuer Much-hill and Penny-dub Frail. Who do you not see 'em before you are not these Archers what do you call 'em Shooters Shooters and Archers are all one I hope Wid. Out ignorant slaue Muck Nay pray be patient Lady We come in way of honorable loue Tipst. Penny Wee doe Muck. To you Tipst. Penny And to your Daughters Widdow O why will you offer mee this Gentlemen indeed I will not looke vppon you when the Teares are scarce out of mine Eyes not yet washt off from my Cheekes and my deere husbands body scarse so colde as the Coffin what reason haue you to offer it I am not like some of your Widdowes that will burie one in the Euening and bee sure to another ere morning pray away pray take your answeres good Knights and you bee sweete Knights I haue vow'd neuer to marry and so haue my daughters too Penny I two of you haue but the thirds a good wench Muck. Lady a shrewde answere marry the best is t is but the first and hee 's a blunt wooer that will leaue for one sharpe answere Tip. Where bee your daughters Lady I hope thei le giue vs better encouragements Wid. Indeed they le answere you so tak 't a my word thei le giue you the very same answere Verbatim truly la Penny Mum Moll 's a good wench still I know what shee 'le doo Muck. Well Lady for this time wee le take our leaues hoping for better comfort Wid. O neuer neuer and I liue these thousand yeares and you bee good Knights doe not hope t will bee all Vaine Vayne looke you put off all yours suites and you come to me againe Fray Put off all their suites qua tha I that 's the best wooing of a Widdow indeed when a man 's Nonsuted that is when he 's a bed with her Going out Muckhill and sir Godfrey Muck. Sir Godfrey here 's twenty Angells more worke hard for me there 's life in t yet Exit Muckhill Sir Godf. Feare not Sir Oliuer Muckhill I le stick close for you leaue all with me Enter George Py-boord the scholler Pye By your leaue Ladie Widdow Wid. What another suiter now Py. A suiter no I protest Ladie if you 'de giue me your selfe I de not be troubled with you Wid. Say you so Sir then you 're the better welcome sir Pie Nay Heauen blesse mee from a Widdow vnlesse I were sure to bury her speedily Wid. Good bluntnesse well your businesse sir Pie Very needfull if you were in priuate once Wid. Needfull brother pray leaue vs and you sir Fray I should laugh now if this blunt fellow should put 'em all beside the stirrop and vault into the saddle himselfe I haue seene as mad a trick Exit Frailtie Enter Daughters Wid. Now Sir here 's none but we Daughters forbeare Pyb. O no pray let 'em stay for what I haue to speake importeth equally to them as to you Wid. Then you may stay Pyb. I pray bestow on me a serious eare For what I speake is full of weight and feare Wid. Feare Pyb. I i ft passe vnregarded and vneffected Else peace and ioy I pray Attention Widdowe I haue beene a meere stranger for these parts that you liue in nor did I euer know the Husband of you and Father of them but I truly know by certaine spirituall Intelligence that he is in Purgatorie Wed. Purgatorie tuh that word deserues to bee spit vpon I wonder that a man of sober toung as you seeme to be should haue the folly to beleeue there 's such a place Pyb. Well Lady in cold bloud I speake it I assure you that there is a Purgatory in which place I know your husband to recide and wherein he is like to remaine till the dissolution of the world till the last generall Bon-fire when all the earth shall melt into nothing and the Seas scalde their finnie labourers so long is his abidance vnlesse you alter the propertie of your purpose together with each of your Daughters theirs that is the purpose of single life in your selfe and your eldest Daughter and the speedie determination of marriage in your youngest Moll How knowes hee that what h 'as some Deuill told him Wid. Strange he should know our thoughts Why but Daughter haue you purposede speedy Marriage Pyb. You see she tels you I for shee sayes nothing Nay giue me credit as you please I am a stranger to you and yet you see I know your determinations which must come to mee Metaphisically and by a super-naturall intelligence VVid. This puts Amazement on me Franck Know our seacrets Mol. I de thought to steale a marriage would his tongue Had dropt out when he blabt it VVid. But sir my husband was too honest a dealing man to be now in any purgatories Pie O Do not loade your conscience with vntruths T is but meere folly now to guild hem ore That has past but for Copper Praises here Cannot vnbinde him there confesse but truth I know he got his wealth with a hard gripe Oh hardly hardly Wid. This is most strange of all how knowes he that Pie He would eate fooles and ignorant heires cleane vp And had his drinck from many a poore mans browe E'en as their labour brewde it He would scrape ritches to him most vniustly The very durt betweene his nailes was Il-got And not his owne oh I groane to speake on 't the though't makes me shudder shudder VVid. It quakes me too now I thinke on 't sir I am much grieu'd that you a stranger should so deeply wrong my dead husband Pie. Oh VVid. A man that would keepe Church so duly rise early before his seruants and e'en for Religious hast go vngarterd vnbuttend nay sir Reuerence vntrust to Morning Prayer Pie. Oh vff VVid. Dine quickly vpon hie-dayes and when I had great guesse would e'en shame me and rize from the Table to get a good seate at an after-noone Sermon Pie There 's the diuill there 's the diuill true hee thought it Sanctity ynough if he had kild a man so tad beene done in a Pue or vndon his Neighour so ta'd beene nere ynough to 'th Preacher Oh a Sermon 's a fine short cloake of an
sweete bed-fellow for any Lady I le haue it so Enter Frailtie Frail. O Mistris Gentlemen there 's the brauest sight comming along this way Wid. What braue sight Frai. Oh one going to burying another going to hanging Wid. A ruefull sight Pyb Sfoot Captaine I le pawne my life the Corporal 's coffind and old Skirmish the souldier going to execution 't is now full about the time of his walking hold out a little longer sleepie potion and we shall haue exlent admiration for I le take vpon me the cure of him Enter the Coffin of the Corporall the souldier bound and lead by Officers the Sheriffe there Frail. Oh here they come here they come Pyb. Now must I close secretly with the Souldier preuent his impatience or else all 's discouered Wid. O lamentable seeing these were those Brothers that fought and bled before our doore Sir Godf. What they were not Sister Skirm. George looke toote I le peach at Tyburne else Pyb. Mum Gentles all vouchsafe mee audience and you especially Maister Sheriffe Yon man is bound to execution Because he wounded this that now lyes coffind Shir. True true he shall haue the law and I know the law Pyb. But vnder fauour Maister Sheriffe if this man had beene cured and safe agen he should haue been releasde then Shir. Why make you question of that Sir Pyb. Then I release him freely and will take vpon mee the death that he should dye if within a little season I do not cure him to his proper health agen Shir. How Sir recouer a dead man That were most strange of all Franke comes to him Frank. Sweete Sir I loue you deerely and could wish my best part yours oh do not vndertake such an impossible venture Pyb. Loue you me then for your sweet sake I le doo 't Let me entreate the corps to be set downe Shir. Bearers set downe the Coffin this were wonderfull and worthy Stoes Chronicle Pyb. I pray bestow the freedome of the ayre vpon our wholsome Arte masse his cheekes begin to receiue naturall warmth nay good Corporall wake betime or I shall haue a longer sleepe then you Sfoote if he should proue dead indeed now he were fully reuengd vpon me for making a property on him yet I had rather run vpon the Ropes then haue the Rope like a Tetter run vpon mee oh he stirs hee stirs agen looke Gentlemen he recouers he starts he rises Shir. Oh oh defend vs out alasse Pyb. Nay pray be still you le make him more giddy else he knowes no body yet Corp. Zounes who am I couerd with Snow I maruaile Pyb. Nay I knew hee would sweare the first thing hee did as soone as euer he came to his life agen Corp. Sfoote Hostesse some hotte Porridge oh oh lay on a dozen of Fagots in the Moone parler there Pyb. Lady you must needs take a little pitty of him yfaith and send him in to your Kitchin fire Wid. Oh with all my heart sir Nicholas and Frailtie he'pe to beare him in Nich. Beare him in quotha pray call out the Maides I shall nere haue the heart to doo 't indeed la Frai. Not I neither I cannot abide to handle a Ghost of all mē Cor. sbloud let me see where was I drunke last night heh Wid. Oh shall I bid you once agen take him away Frai. Why we 're as fearefull as you I warrant you oh Wid. Away villaines bid the Maides make him a Cawdle presently to settle his braine or a Posset of Sack quickly quickly Exeunt pushing in the corpes Skir. Sir what so ere you are I do more then admire you Wid. O I if you knew all Maister Shiriffe as you shall doe you would say then that here were two of the rarest men within the walls of Christendome Shir. Two of 'em O wonderfull Officers I discharge you set him free all 's in tune Sir Godf. I and a banquet ready by this time Maister Sheriffe to which I most cheerefully enuite you and your late prisoner there see you this goodly chaine sir mum no more words t was lost and is found againe come my inestimable bullies wee le talke of your noble Acts in sparkling Charnico and in stead of a Iester wee le ha the ghost i th white sheete sit at vpper end a' th Table Sheriff Exlent merry man yfaith Exit Franck Well seeing I am enioynd to loue and marry My foolish vow thus I casheere to Ayre Which first begot it now loue play thy part The scholler reades his lecture in my heart Actus 5. Scen. 1. Enter in hast Maister Edmund and Frayltie Ed. This is the marriage morning for my mother my sister Frail. O me Maister Edmund we shall ha rare doings Ed. Nay go Frayltie runne to the Sexton you know my mother wil be married at Saint Antlings hie thee t is past fiue bid them open the Church dore my sister is almost ready Fra. What already Maister Edmond Ed. Nay go hie thee first run to the Sexton and runne to the Clarke and then run to Maister Pigman the Parson and then run to the Millanor and then run home agen Frail. Heer 's run run run Ed. But harke Frailty Fra. What more yet Edm. Has the maides remembred to strew the way to the Church Frail. Fagh an houre ago I helpt 'em my selfe Ed. Away away away away then Frail. Away away away then Exit Frailty Edm. I shall haue a simple Father inlawe a braue Captaine able to beate all our streete Captaine Idle now my Ladie Mother wil be fitted for a delicate name my Ladie Idle my Ladie Idle the finest name that can be for a woman and then the Scholler Maister Pie-boord for my sister Francis that wil be Mistris Francis Pie-boord Mistris Francis Pie-boord thei ll keepe a good table I warrant you Now all the knights noses are put out of ioynt they may go to a bone setters now Enter Captaine and Pie-boord Harke harke oh who comes here with two Torches before 'em my sweete Captaine and my fine Scholler oh how brauely they are shot vp in one night they looke like fine Brittaines now me thinkes here 's a gallant chaunge ifaith slid they haue hir'd men and all by the clock Cap. Maister Edmund kinde honest dainty Maister Edmond Edm. Fogh sweete Captaine Father inlaw a rare perfume ifayth Pie What are the Brides stirring may wee steall vpon 'em thinkst thou Maister Edmond Edm. Faw there e'en vpon reddines I can assure you for they were at there Torch e'en now by the same token I tumbled downe the staires Pie Alas poore Maister Edmond Enter musitians Cap. O the musitians I pree thee Maister Edmond call 'em in and licquour 'em a little Ed. That I will sweete Captaine father in law and make ech of them as drunck as a common fiddeler Exeunt omnes Enter Sir Iohn Penidub and Moll aboue lacing of her clothes Pen. Whewh Mistris Mol Mistris Mol Mol. Who 's there Pen T is I Mol. Who Sir
houre long and wil hide the vpper-part of a dissembler Church I he seemed al Church his cōscience was as hard as the Pulpit VVid. I can no more endure this Pie, Nor I widdow Endure to flatter Wid. Is this all your businesse with me Pie, No Lady t is but the induction too'te You may beleiue my straines I strike all true And if your conscience would leap vp to your tongue your selfe would affirme it and that you shall perceiue I knowe of things to come as well as I doe of what is present a Brother of your husbands shall shortly haue a losse Wid. A losse marry heauen for-fend Sir Godfrey my brother Pie Nay keepe in your wonders till I haue told you the fortunes of you all which are more fearefull if not happily preuented for your part your daughters if there be not once this day some bloud-shed before your dore wheerof the humaine creature dies two of you the elder shall run mad Mother and Franck Oh Mol. That 's not I yet Pie And with most impudent prostitution show your naked bodies to the veiw of all beholders Wid. Our naked bodies fie for shame Pie Attend mee and your yonger daughter bee strocken dumbe Mol. Dumbe out alasse t is the worst paine of all for a Woman I de rather bee madde or runne naked or any thing dumbe Pie Giue eare ere the euening fall vpon Hill Bogge and Meadow this my speech shal haue past probation and then shal I be belieued accordingly Widdow If this bee true wee are all sham'de all vndon Mol. Dumbe I le speake as much as euer I can possible before euening Pie But if it so come to passe as for your faire sakes I wish it may that this presage of your strange fortūes be preuēted by that accidēt of death bloud-shedding which I before told you off take heed vpō your liues that two of you which haue vow'd neuer to marry seeke you out husbands with all present speede and you the third that haue such a desire to out-strip chastitie looke you meddle not with a husband Moll A double torment Pyb. The breach of this keepes your father in Purgatorie and the punishments that shall follow you in this world would with horror kill the Eare should heare 'em related Wid. Marry why I vowd neuer to marry Franke And so did I Moll And I vowde neuer to be such an Asse but to marry what a crosse Fortune 's this Pyb. Ladies tho I bee a Fortune-teller I cannot better Fortunes you haue 'em frō me as they are reueald to me I would they were to your tempers and fellowes with your blouds that 's all the bitternesse I would you Widdow Oh 't is a iust vengeance for my husbands hard purchases Pyb. I wish you to be-thinke your selues and leauem Wid. I le to Sir Godfrey my Brother and acquaint him with these fearefull presages Franck For Mother they portend losses to him Wid. Oh I they doe they doe If any happy issue crowne thy words I will reward thy cunning Pyb. 'T is enough Lady I wish no higher Exit Mol. Dumbe and not marry worse Neither to speake nor kisse a double curse Exit Pyb. So all this comes well about yet I play the Fortune-teller as well as if I had had a Witch to my Grannam for by good happinesse being in my Hostisses Garden which neighbours the Orchard of the Widdow I laid the hole of mine eare to a hole in the wall and heard 'em make these vowes speake those words vpon which I wrought these aduantages and to encourage my forgerie the more I may now perceiue in 'em a naturall simplicitie which will easily swallow an abuse if any couering be ouer it and to confirme my former presage to the Widdow I haue aduizde old Peter Skirmish the Souldier to hurt Corporall Oth vpon the Leg and in that hurry I le rush amongst 'em and in stead of giuing the Corporal some Cordiall to comfort him I le power into his mouth a potion of a sleepy Nature to make him seeme as dead for the which the old souldier beeing apprehended and ready to bee borne to execution I le step in take vpon me the cure of the dead man vpon paine of dying the condemneds death the Corporall will wake at his minute when the sleepy force has wrought it selfe and so shall I get my selfe into a most admired opinion and vnder the pretext of that cunning beguile as I see occasion and if that foolish Nicholas Saint Tantlings keepe true time with the chaine my plot wil be found the Captaine deliuered and my wits applauded among schollers and souldiers for euer Exit Py-boord Enter Nicholas Saint Tantlings with the chaine Nic. Oh I haue foūd an excellent aduantage to take away the chaine my Maister put it off e'en now to say on a new Doublet and I sneak't it away by little little most Puritanically wee shall haue good sport anon when ha's mist it about my Cozen the Coniurer the world shall see I 'me an honest man of my word for now I 'me going to hang it betweene Heauen Earth among the Rosemary branches Exit Nich. Actus 3. Enter Simon Saint Mary-Oueries and Frailty Frai. Sirrah Simon Saint my Mistris sends away all her suiters and puts fleas in their their Sim. Frailty she dos like an honest chast and vertuous womā for widdowes ought not to wallow in the puddle of iniquity Fra. Yet Simon many widdowes wil do 't what so comes on 't Sim. True Frailtie their filthy flesh desires a Coniunction Copulatiue what strangers are within Frailty Frai. Ther 's none Simon but Maister Pilfer the Tailer he 's aboue with Sir Godfreie praysing of a Doublet and I must trudge anon to fetch Maister Suds the Barber Simon Maister Suds a good man he washes the sinns of the Beard cleane Skir. How now creatures what 's a clock Enter old Skirmish the soulders Frai. Why do you take vs to be Iacke at 'h Clock-house Skir. I say agen to you what 's a clocke Sim. Truly la wee goe by the clocke of our conscience all worldly Clockes we know goe false and are set by drunken Sextons Skir. Then what 's a clock in your conscience oh I must breake off here comes the corporall hum hum what 's a clock Enter Corporall Corp. A clock why past seuenteene Frai. Past seuenteene nay ha's met with his match now Corporall Oth will fit him Skir. Thou doost not bawke or baffle me doost thou I am a Souldier past seuenteene Corp. I thou art not angry with the figures art thou I will prooue it vnto thee 12. and 1. is thirteene I hope 2. foureteene 3. fifteene 4 sixteene and 5. seauenteene then past seauenteene I will take the Dyals part in a iust cause Skir. I say 't is but past fiue then Corp. I le sweare 't is past seauenteene then doost thou not know numbers canst thou not cast Skir. Cast dost thou speake of my casting
i th' street Draw Corp. I and in the Market place Sim, Clubs clubs clubs Simon runs in Frail. I I knew by their shuffling Clubs would be Trumpe masse here 's the Knaue and hee can doe any good vppon 'em Clubs clubs clubs Enter Py-boord Cap. O villaine thou hast opend a vaine in my leg Pyb. How now for shame for shame put vp put vp Cap. By yon blew Welkin 't was out of my part George to bee hurt on the leg Enter Officers Pyb. Oh peace now I haue a Cordiall here to comfort thee Offi. Downe with 'em downe with em lay hands vpon the villaine Skir. Lay hands on me Pyb. I le not be seene among em now Cap. I me hurt and had more need haue Surgeons Lay hands vpon me then rough Officers Offi. Goe carry him to be drest then This mutinous Souldier shall along with me to prison Skir. To prison where 's George Offi. Away with hem Exeunt with Skir. Pyb. So All lights as I would wish the amazd widdow Will plant me strongly now in her beleefe And wonder at the vertue of my words For the euent turnes those presages from em Of being mad and dumbe and begets ioy Mingled with admiration these emptie creatures Souldier and Corporall were but ordaind As instruments for me to worke vpon Now to my patient here 's his potion Exit Pyboord Enter the Widdow with her two Daughters Wid. O wondrous happinesse beyond our thoughts O luckie faire euent I thinke our fortunes Were blest een in our Cradles we are quitted Of all those shamefull violent presages By this rash bleeding chance goe Frailtie run and know Whether he be yet liuing or yet dead That here before my doore receiu'd his hurt Frail. Madam hee was carryed to the superiour but if he had no money when hee came there I warrant hee 's dead by this time Exit Frailtie Franck Sure that man is a rare fortune-teller neuer lookt vpon our hands nor vpon any marke about vs a wondrous fellow surelie Moll I am glad I haue the vse of my tongue yet tho of nothing else I shall finde the way to marry too I hope shortly Wid. O where 's my Brother sir Godfrey I would hee were here that I might relate to him how prophetically the cunning Gentleman spoke in all things Enter Sir Godfrey in a rage Sir Godf. O my Chaine my Chaine I haue lost my Chaine where be these Villains Varlets VVid. Oh has lost his Chaine Sir Godf. My Chaine my chaine VViddow Brother bee patient heare mee speake you know I told you that a cunning man told me that you should haue a losse and he has prophicied so true Sir Godf. Out he 's a villaine to prophecy of the losse of my chaine t was worth aboue three hundred Crownes besides t was my Fathers my fathers fathers my Grand-fathers huge grand-fathers I had as liue ha lost my Neck as the chaine that hung about it O my chaine my chaine Wid. Oh brother who can be against a misfortune t is happy t was no more Sir Godf. No more O goodly godly sister would you had me lost more my best gowne too with the cloth of gold-lace my holiday Gascoines and my Ierkin set with pearle no more Wid. Oh Brother you can reade Sir Godf. But I cannot reade where my chaine is what strangers haue beene here you let in strangers Theeues and Catch-poles how comes it gonne there was none aboue with mee but my Taylor and my Taylor will not steale I hope Mol. No he 's afrayde of a chaine Enter Fraylty Wid. How now sirrah the newes Fray O Mistres he may well be cald a Corporall now for his corpes are as dead as a cold Capons Wid. More happinesse Sir Godf. Sirrah what 's this to my chaine where 's my chaine knaue Fray Your chaine sir Sir Godf. My chaine is lost villaine Fray I would hee were hang'd in chaines that has it then for me Alasse sir I saw none of your chaine since you were hung with it your selfe Sir Godf. Out varlet it had full three thousand Lincks I haue oft told it ouer at my praiers Ouer and ouer full three thousand Lincks Frayl. Had it so sir sure it cannot be lost then I le put you in that comfort Sir Godf. Why why Frayl. Why if your chaine had so many Lincks it cannot chuse but come to light Enter Nicholas Sir Godf. Delusion now long Nicholas where 's my chaine Nich. Why about your Neck i st not sir Sir Godf. About my neck Varlet My chaine is lost T is stole away I me robd Wid. Nay Brother show your selfe a man Nic. I if it be lost or stole if he would be patient Mistres I could bring him to a Cunning Kinsman of mine that would fetc ht againe with a Sesarara Sir Godf. Canst thou I will be patient say where dwells he Nic. Marry he dwels now Sir where he would not dwell and he could choose in the Marshalses sir but hee 's an exlent fellow if he were out has trauyld all the world ore he and beene in the seauen and twenty Prouinces why he would make it be fetcht Sir if t were rid a thousand mile out of towne Sir Godf. An admirable fellow what lies he for Nic. Why hee did but rob a Steward of ten groats tother Night as any man would ha done and there he lies for t Sir Godf. I le make his peace a Trifle I le get his pardon Beside a bountifull reward I le about it But fee the Clearkes the Iustice will doe much I will about it straight good sister pardon me All will be well I hope and turne to good The name of Coniurer has laid my blood Exeunt Enter two seriants to arrest the Scholer George Pyeboord Put. His Hostesses where he lies will trust him no longer she has feed me to arest him and if you will accompany me because I know not of what Nature the Scholler is whether desperate or swift you shall share with me Seriant Rauen-shaw I haue the good Angell to arrest him Rauen. Troth I le take part with thee then Sariant not for the sake of the mony so much as for the hate I beare to a Scholler why Seriant t is Naturall in vs you know to hate Scholers naturall besides they will publish our imperfections Knaueryes and Conveyances altars vpon Scaffolds and Stages Put. I and spightfully to troth I haue wounderd how the slaues could see into our brests so much when our doublets are buttond with Pewter Rauen. I and so close without yeelding oh their parlous fellows they will search more with their wits then a Cunstable with all his officers Put, Whist whist whist Yeoman Dogson Yeoman Dogson Dog Ha what saies Sariant Put. Is he in the Pothecaryes shop stil Dog I I Put. Haue an eye eye Rauen. The best is Sariant if he be a true Scholler he weares no weapon I thinke Put. No no he weares no weapon Rauen. Masse I