Thr. Haue you drawn 't at length haue you dasht it out According to your name Das. Some scauen-score sheetes Thr. Is the demurror drawne twixt Snip and VVoodcock And what doe you say to Peacocks pittifull bill Das. I haue drawne his answer negatiue to all Thr. Negatiue to all The plaintiue sayes That VVilliam Goose was sonne to Thomas Goose And will a sweare the generall bill is false Das. A will Thr. Then he forsweares his father 't is well Some of our clients will go prig to hell Before ourselues has a paide all his fees Das. A lest them all with me Thr. Then trusse my points And how thinkst thou of law Das. Most reuerently Law is the worlds great light a second sunne To this terrestriall Globe by which all things Haue life and being and with-out which Confusion and disorder soone would seaze The generall state of men warres outrages The vlcerous deeds of peace it curbes and cures It is the kingdomes eye by which shee sees The acts and thoughts of men Thr. The kingdomes eye I tell thee foole it is the kingdomes nose By which she smells out all these rich transgressors Nor i st of flesh but meerely made of wax And t is within the power of vs Lawiers To wrest this nose of waxe which way we please Or it may be as thou saist an eye indeed But if it be t is sure a womans eye knocke within That 's euer rowling Das. one knocks Thr. Go see who t is Stay my chaire and gowne and then go see who knocks Thus must I seeme a Lawyer which am indeed But meerly dregs and offscumme of the Law En. Bou. Dash and Consta. I tricesimo primo Alberti Magni T is very cleere Bou. God saue you sir Thr. The place is very pregnant Maister Boucher Most harty welcome sir Bou. You study hard Thr. No I haue a cushion Bou. You ply this geere You are no trewant in the law I see Thr. Faith some hundred bookes in folio I haue Turnd ouer to better my owne knowledge But that is nothing for a studient Bou. Or a Stationer they turne them ouer too But not as you doe gentill Maister Throat And what the Law speakes profit does it not Thr. Faith some bad angells haunt vs now and then But what brought you hether Bou. Why these smale legs Thr. You are conceited sir Bou. I am in Law But let that goe and tell me how you doe How does Will Smalshankes and his louely bride Th. Introth you make me blush I should haue ask't His health of you but t is not yet to late Bou. Nay good sir Throat forbeare your quillets now Thr. By Heauen I deale most plaine I saw him not Since last I tooke his Morgage Bou. Sir be not nyce Yet I must needs herein commend your loue To let me see him for know I know him wed And that a stole away Sommerfields heire Therefore suspect me not I am his friend Thr. How wed to ritch Sommerfields onely heyre Is old Sommerfield dead Bou. Do you make it strang Thr. By heauen I know it nor Bou. Then am I greeued I spake so much but that I know you loue him And is reseru'd for grose and hungry stomackes Bou. You much mistake me Taff. Come in faith you do And let me tell you that 's but ceremony For though the Pye bee broken vp before Yet sayes the prouerbe the deeper is the sweeter I should intreat your secresie sir fare you well Thro. Nay good sir stay if ought you can disclose Of Maister Smale-shankes good let me pertake And make me glad in knowing his good hap Bou. You much indeere him sir and from your loue I dare presume you make your selfe a fortune If his fayre hopes proceede Thr. Say on good sir Bou. You will be secret Thr. Or be my tongue torne out Bouch. Measure for a Lawyer but to the poynt Has stole Somerfields heyre hether a brings her As to a man on whom a may rely His life and fortunes you hath a named Already for the Steward of his lands To keepe his Courts and to collect his rent To let out Leases and to rayse his fines Nothing that may or loue or profit bring But you are named the man Thr. I am his slaue And bound vnto his noble curtesie Euen with my life I euer said a would thriue And I protest I kept his forfeit morgage To let him know what t is to liue in want Bour. I thinke no lesse one word more in priuate Con. Good Maister Dash shall I put you now a case Dash. Speake on good Maister Page Con. Then thus it is Suppose I am a Page he is my Maister My Maister goes to bed and cannot tell What monei 's in his hose I ere next day Haue filcht out some what action lies for this Dash. An action boy cald firking the Posteriors With vs your action sildome comes in question For that t is knowne that most of your Gallants Are sildome so well stor'd that they forget What mone'i 's in theyr hose but if they haue There is noe other helpe then sweare the page And put him to his oath Con, Then fecks-law Dost thinke that he has conscience to steale Has not a conscience likewise to deny Then hange him vp ifayth Bou. I must meete him Thr. Commend me to them come when they will My dores stand open and all within is theirs And though Ramme stinks with Cookes and ale Yet say ther 's many a worthy lawyers chamber Buts vpon Rame-alley I haue still an open throte If ought I haue which may procure his good Bid him command I though it be my blod Ex. Actus Secundi Scena Prima Enter Oliuer Smaleshanke Thomas Smale Shanke S. Oli. Is this the place you were appoynted to meete him Tho. S. Soe Boutcher sent me word Si. O. I find it true That wine good newes and a young holsome wentch Chere vp an old mans bloud I tel thee boy I am right harty glad to heare thy brother Hath got so great an heire now were my selfe So well bestowed I should reioyce ifaith Th. S. I hope you shall doe well S.O. No doubt no doubt A sirra has a borne the wentch away My sonne ifaith my very sonne ifaith When I was young and had an able backe And wore the brissell on my vpper lipe In good Decorum I had as good conuayance And could haue ferd and ferkt y'away a wench As soone as eare a man a liue tut boy I had my winks my becks treads on the toe Wrings by the fingers smyles and other quirkes Noe Courtier like me your Courtiers all are fooles To that which I could doe I could haue done it boy Euen to a hare and that some Ladies knowe Th. S. Sir I am glad this match may reconcile Your loue vnto my brother Si. O. T is more then soe I le seeme offended still though I am glad Enter Willian Smals-shanke Francis Beard booted Has got rich Sommer-fields