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
sober sort as well as another but where I spend one teare for a dead Father I could giue twenty kisses for a quick husband Exit Moll Sir Godf. Well go thy waies old Sir Godfrey and thou maist be proud on 't thou hast a kinde louing sister-in-lawe how constant how passionate how ful of Aprill the poore soules eyes are well I would my Brother knew on 't he should then know what a kinde wife hee had left behinde him truth and t were not for shame that the Neighbours at th next garden should heare me betweene ioye and griefe I should e'en cry out-right Exit Sir Godfrey Edmund So a faire riddance my father 's layde in dust his Coffin and he is like a whole-meate-pye and the wormes will cut him vp shortlie farewell old Dad farewe'l I le be curb'd in no more I perceiue a sonne and heire may quickly be made a foole and he will be one but I le take another order Now she would haue me weepe for him for-sooth and why because he cozn'd the right heire beeing a foole and bestow'd those Lands vpon me his eldest Son and therefore I must weepe for him ha ha Why al the world knowes as long as t was his pleasure to get me t was his duety to get for me I know the law in that point no Atturney can gull me Well my Vncle is an olde Asse and an admirable Cockscombe I le rule the Roast my selfe I le be kept vnder no more I know what I may do well inough by my Fathers Copy the Lawe 's in mine owne hands now nay now I know my strength I le be strong inough for my Mother I warrant you Exit Enter George Py-bord a scholler and a Cittizen and vnto him an old soulder Peter Skirmish Pye What 's to be done now old Lad of War thou that wert wont to be as hot as a turn-spit as nimble as a fencer as lowzy as a schoole-maister now thou art put to silence like a Sectarie war sitts now like a Iustice of peace and does nothing where be your Muskets Caleiuers and Hotshots in Long-lane at Pawne at Pawne Now keies are your onely Guns Key-guns Key-guns Bawdes the Gunners who are your centinells in peace and stand ready charg'd to giue warning with hems hums pockey-coffs only your Chambers are licenc'st to play vpon you and Drabs enow to giue fire to 'em Skir. Well I cannot tell but I am sure it goes wrong with me for since the cessure of the wars I haue spent aboue a hundred crownes out a purse I haue beene a souldier any time this forty yeares and now I perceiue an olde souldier and an olde Courtier haue both one destinie and in the end turne both into hob-nayles Pie Prety mistery for a begger for indeed a hob-naile is the true embleme of a beggers shoo-soale Skir. I will not say but that warre is a bloud-sucker and so but in my conscience as there is no souldier but has a peice of one tho it bee full of holes like a shot Antient no matter t will serue to sweare by in my conscience I thinke some kinde of Peace ha's more hidden oppressions and violent heady sinnes tho looking of a gentle nature then a profest warre Pye Troth and for mine owne part I am a poore Gentleman a Scholler I haue beene matriculated in the Vniuersitie wore out sixe Gownes there seene some fooles and some Schollers some of the Citty and some of the Countrie kept order went bare-headed ouer the Quadrangle eate my Commons with a good stomacke and Battled with Discretion at last hauing done many slights and trickes to maintaine my witte in vse as my braine would neuer endure mee to bee idle I was expeld the Vniuersitie onely for stealing a Cheese out of Iesus Colledge Skir. I st possible Pye Oh! there was one Welshman God forgiue him pursued it hard and neuer left till I turnde my staffe toward London where when I came all my friends were pitt-hold gone to Graues as indeed there was but a few left before then was I turnde to my wittes to shift in the world to towre among Sonnes and Heyres and Fooles and Gulls and Ladyes eldest Sonnes to worke vpon nothing to feede out of Flint and euer since has my belly beene much beholding to my braine But now to returne to you old Skirmish I say as you say and for my part wish a Turbulency in the world for I haue nothing to loose but my wittes and I thinke they are as mad as they will be and to strengthen your Argument the more I say an honest warre is better then a bawdy peace as touching my profession The multiplicitie of Schollers hatcht and nourisht in the idle Calmes of peace makes 'em like Fishes one deuoure another and the communitie of Learning ha's so plaide vpon affections and thereby almost Religion is come about to Phantasie and discredited by being too much spoken off in so many meane mouths I my selfe being a Scholler and a Graduate haue no other comfort by my learning but the Affliction of my words to know how Scholler-like to name what I want can call my selfe a Begger both in Greeke and Lattin and therfore not to cogg with Peace I le not be afraide to say 't is a great Breeder but a barren Nourisher a great-getter of Children which must either be Theeues or Rich-men Knaues or Beggers Skirmish Well would I had beene borne a Knaue then when I was borne a Begger for if the truth were knowne I thinke I was begot when my Father had neuer a penny in his purse Pye Puh faint not old Skirmish let this warrant thee Facilis Descensus Auerni 't is an easie iourney to a Knaue thou maist bee a Knaue when thou wilt and Peace is a good Madam to all other professions and an arrant Drabbe to vs let vs handle her accordingly and by our wittes thriue in despight of her for since the lawe liues by quarrells the Courtier by smooth God-morrowes and euery profession makes it selfe greater by imperfections why not wee then by shiftes wiles and forgeries and seeing our braines are our onely Patrimonies let 's spend with iudgment not like a desperate sonne and heire but like a sober and discreete Templer one that will neuer marche beyond the bounds of his allowance and for our thriuing meanes thus I my selfe will put on the Deceit of a Fortune-teller a Fortune-teller Skirm. Very proper Pye And you of a figure-caster or a Coniurer Skir. A Coniurer Pye Let me alone I le instruct you and teach you to deceiue all eyes but the Diuels Skir. Oh I for I would not deceiue him and I could choose of all others Pye Feare not I warrant you and so by those meanes wee shall helpe one another to Patients as the condition of the age affoords creatures enow for cunning to worke vpon Skir. Oh wondrous new fooles and fresh Asses Pye Oh fit fit excellent Skir.
very necessary thou shouldst know because thou must be imploide as an Actor Nich. An Actor O no that 's a Plaier and our Parson railes againe Plaiers mightily I can tell you because they brought him drunck vpp'oth Stage once as hee will bee horribly druncke Cor. Masse I cannot blame him then poore Church-spout Pie Why as an Intermedler then Nich. I that that Pie Giue me Audience then when the old Knight thy Maister has radge his fill for the losse of the chaine tell him thou hast a Kinsman in prison of such exquisit Art that the diuill himselfe is french Lackey to him and runnes bare-headed by his horse-belly when hee has one whome hee will cause with most Yrish Dexterity to fetch his chaine tho t were hid vnder a mine of sea-cole and nere make Spade or Pickaxe his instruments tell him but this with farder instructions thou shalt receiue from mee and thou shoust thy selfe a Kinsman indeed Cor. A dainty Bullie Skir. An honest Booke-keeper Cap. And my three times thrice hunnie Couzen Nich. Nay grace of God I le robbe him on 't suddainlie and hang it in the Rosemary banck but I beare that minde Couzen I would not steale any thing mee thinkes for mine owne Father Skir. He beares a good minde in that Captaine Pie Why well sayde he begins to be an honest fellow faith Cor. In troth he does Nich. You see Couzen I am willing to do you any kindnesse alwaies sauing my selfe harmelesse Exit Nicholas Captaine Why I thanke thee fare thee well I shall requite it Exit Nich. Cor. T will bee good for thee Captaine that thou hast such an egregious Asse to thy Coozen Cap. I is hee not a fine foole Corporall But George thou talkst of Art and Coniuring How shall that bee Peb. Puh bee 't not in your care Leaue that to me and my directions Well Captaine doubt not thy deliuerie now E'en with the vantage man to gaine by prison As my thoughts prompt me hold on braine and plot I ayme at many cunning far euents All which I doubt not but to hit at length I le to the Widdow with a quaint assault Captaine be merry Capt. Who I Kerrie merry Buffe-Ierkin Pye Oh I am happy in more slights and one will knit strong in another Corporall Oth Corp. Hoh Bully Pye And thou old Peter Skirmish I haue a necessary taske for you both Skir. Lay 't vpon George Pye-boord Corp What ere it bee wee le manage it Pye I would haue you two maintaine a quarrell before the Lady Widdowes doore and drawe your swords i' th edge of the Euening clash a little clash clash Corp. Fuh Let vs alone to make our Blades ring noone Tho it be after Supper Pye Know you can And out of that false fire I doubt not but to raise strange beleefe and Captaine to countenance my deuice the better and grace my words to the Widdow I haue a good plaine Sattin sute that I had of a yong Reueller t'other night for words passe not regarded now a dayes vnlesse they come from a good suite of cloaths which the Fates and my wittes haue bestowed vpon me Well Captaine Idle if I did not highly loue thee I would nere bee seene within twelue score of a prison for I protest at this instant I walke in great danger of small debts owe I money to seuerall Hostisses and you know such Jills will quickly be vpon a mans Iack Capt. True George Pye Fare thee well Captaine Come Corporall and Ancient thou shalt heare more newes next time we greete thee Corp. More newes I by you Beare at Bridge-Foote in heauen shalt thou Exeunt Capt. Inough my friends farewell This prison shewes as if Ghosts did part in Hell Enter Moll yongest Daughter to the Widdow alone Moll Not Marry forsweare Marriage why all women know 't is as honorable a thing as to lye with a man and I to spight my Sisters vowe the more haue entertainde a suter already a fine gallant Knight of the last Fether hee sayes he will Coach mee too and well appoint mee allow mee money to Dice with-all and many such pleasing protestations hee sticks vpon my lips indeed his short-winded Father i th' Countrie is wondrous wealthy a most abhominable Farmer and therefore hee may doote in time troth I le venture vpon him women are not without wayes enow to helpe them-selues if he proue wise and good as his word why I shall loue him and vse him kindly and if hee prooue an Asse why in a quarter of an houres warning I can transforme him into an Oxe there comes in my Reliefe agen Enter Frailtie Frail. O Mistresse Moll Mistresse Moll Moll How now what 's the newes Frail. The Knight your suter sir Iohn Penny-Dub Moll Sir Iohn Penny-Dub where where Frail. Hee 's walking in the Gallerie Moll Ha's my Mother seene him yet Frail. O no shee 's spitting in the Kitchin Moll Direct him hether softly good Frailtie I le meete him halfe way Frail. That 's iust like running a Tilt but I hope hee le breake nothing this time Enter Sir Iohn Penny-Dub Moll 'T is happinesse my Mother saw him not O welcome good Sir Iohn Penny-dub I thanke you faith Nay you must stand mee till I kisse you 't is the fashion euery where I-faith and I came from Court enow Moll Nay the Fates forsend that I should anger the fashion Penny Then not forgetting the sweete of new ceremonies I first fall back then recouering my selfe make my honour to your lip thus and then accost it Moll Trust me very pritty and mouing y' are worthy on 't sir O my Mother my Mother now shee 's here Kissing Ent. Widdow Sir Godfr Wee le steale into the Gallery Exeunt Sir Godf. Nay Sister let Reason rule you doe not play the foole stand not in your owne light you haue wealthy offers large tendrings doe not with-stand your good fortune who comes a wooing to you I pray no small foole a rich Knight at h Citty Sir Oliuer Muck-hill no small foole I can tell you and furthermore as I heard late by your Maide-seruants as your Maide-seruants will say to mee any thing I thanke 'em both your Daughters are not without Suters I and worthy ones too one a Briske Courtier Sir Andrew Tip-staffe suter a farre off to your eldest Daughter and the third a huge-welthie Farmers sonne a fine young Countrie Knight they call him Sir Iohn Penny-Dab a good name marry hee may haue it coynde when hee lackes money what blessings are these Sister Wid. Tempt me not Satan Sir Godf. Satan doe I looke like Satan I hope the Deuill 's not so old as I I tro Wid. You wound my sences Brother when you name A suter to me oh I cannot abide it I take in poison when I heare one nam'd Enter Simon How now Simon where 's my sonne Edmund Sim, verily Madame hee is at vaine Exercise dripping in the Tennis-court Wid. At Tennis-court oh now his father 's gon I shall
't Captaine Capt. Trust a foole with secrets Sir hee may say I know his meaning is because my Arte is such that by it I may gather a knowledge of all things Sir Godf. I very true Capt. A pax of all fooles the excuse stucke vpon my toung like Ship-pitch vpon a Mariners gowne not to come off in hast ber-lady Knight to loose such a faire Chaine a gold were a foule losse Well I can put you in this good comfort on 't if it bee betweene Heauen and Earth Knight I le ha 't for you Sir God A wonderfull Coniurer O I t is betweene heauen and earth I warrant you it cannot goe out of the realme I know t is some-where aboue the earth Capt. I nigher the earth then thou wotst on Sir Goaf. For first my Chaine was rich and no rich thing shall enter into heauen you know Nich. And as for the Deuill Maister he has no need on 't for you know he ha's a great chaine of his owne Sir Godf. Thou saiest true Nicholas but hee has put off that now that lyes by him Capt. Faith Knight in few wordes I presume so much vpon the power of my Art that I could warrant your Chaine againe Sir Godf. O daintie Captaine Capt. Marry it will cost me much sweate I were better goe to sixteene whor-houses Sir Godf. I good man I warrant thee Capt. Beside great vexation of Kidney and Liuer Nich. O t will tickle you here-abouts Coozen because you haue not beene vsde too t Sir Godf. No haue you not beene vsd too 't Captaine Capt. Plague of all fooles still indeed Knight I haue not vsde it a good while and therefore t will straine me so much the more you know Sir Godf. Oh it will it will Cap. What plunges hee puts me to were not this Knight a foole I had beene twice spoyld now that Captayne 's worse then accurst that has an asse to his Kinsman Sfoote I feare hee will driuell 't out before I come toote Now sir to come to the poynt in deede you see I sticke here in the iawe of the Marshalsea and cannot doo 't Sir Godf. Tut tut I know thy meaning thou wouldst say thou' rt a prisoner I tell thee thou' rt none Cap. How none why is not this the Marshialsea Sir Godf. woult heare me speake I hard of thy rare cuniuring My chayne was lost I sweate for thy release As thou shalt doe the like at home for me Keeper Enter Keeper Keep Sir Sir Godf. Speake is not this man free Keep Yes at his pleasure sir the fee's dischargd Sir Godf. Goe goe I le discharge them I Keep I thanke your worship Exet Keeper Cap. Now trust me y ar a deere Knight kindnes vnexpected oh their 's nothing to a free Gentleman I will coniure for you sir till Froath come through my Buffe-ierkin Sir Godf. Nay then thou shalt not passe with so little a bounty for at the first sight of my chaine agen Forty fine Angells shall appeare vnto thee Cap. T will be a glorious showe ifaith Knight a very fine show but are all these of your owne house are you sure of that sir Sir Godf. I I no no what 's he younder talking with my wild Nephew pray heauen he giue him good counsell Cap. Who he hee 's a rare friend of mine an admirable fellow Knight the finest fortune-teller Sir Godf. Oh t is he indeed that came to my Lady sister foretold the losse of my chaine I am not angry with him now for I see t was my fortune to loose it by your leaue M. Fortune-teller I had a glimps on you at home at my Sisters the Widdowes there you prouisied of the losse of a chaine simply tho I stand here I was he that lost it Pie Was it you sir Edn. A my troth Nunckle hee 's the rarest fellow has told me my fortune so right I find it so right to my nature Sir Godf. What i st God send it a good one Edm. O t is a passing good one Nuncle for he sayes I shall proue such an excelent gamster in my time that I shall spend al faster then my father got it Sir Godf. There 's a fortune in deed Edm. Nay it hits my humour so pat Sir Godf. I that will be the end on t will the Curse of the beggar preuaile so much that the sonne shall consume that foolishlie which the father got craftilie I I I t will t will t will Pie Stay stay stay Pyeboord with an Almanack and the Captaine Cap. turne ouer George Pie Iune Iulie here Iulie that 's this month Sunday thirteene yester day forteene to day fifteene Cap. Looke quickly for the fifteene day if within the compasse of these two dayes there would be some Boystrous storme or other it would be the best I de defer him off till then some tempest and it be thy will Pie Here 's the fifteene day hot and fayre Cap. Puh would t'ad beene hot and foule Pie The sixteene day that 's to morrow the morning for the most part faire and pleasant Cap. No lucke Pie But about hye-none-lighning and thunder Cap. Lighning and thunder admirable best of all I le coniure to morrow iust at hie none George Pye Happen but true to morrow Almanack and I le giue thee leaue to lie all the yeare after Cap. sir I must craue your patience to bestowe this day vpon me that I may furnish my selfe strongly I sent a spirit into Lanckashire tother day to fetch backe a knaue Drouer and I looke for his returne this euening to morrow morning my friend here and I will come and breake-fast with you Sir Godf. Oh you shall be both most welcome Cap. And about Noone without fayle I purpose to coniure Sir Godf. Mid noone will be a fine time for you Edm. coniuring do you meane to coniure at our house to morrow sir Cap Marry do I sir t is my intent yong Gentleman Edm. By my troth I le loue you while I liue sort o rare Nicholas we shall haue coniuring to morrowe Nic. Puh I I could ha tould you of that Cap. Law hee could ha told him of that foole cockscombe could yee Edm Do you heare me sir I desire more acquaintance on you you shall earne some money of me now I knowe you can coniure but can you fetch any that is lost Capt. Oh any thing that 's lost Edm. Why looke you sir I tel 't you as a frend and a Coniurer I should marry a Poticaries daughter and t was told me she lost her maiden head at Stonie-statford now if you le do but so much as conure for t and make all whole agen Cap That I will sir Edm. By my troth I thanke you la Cap. A litle merry with your sisters sonne sir Sir Godf. Oh a simple yong man very simple come Captaine and you sir wee le een part with a gallon of wine till to morrow breake-fast Tip. Cap. Troth agreed sir Nic kinsman Scholler Pye Why now