Anonymous

“ Masse thou saist true, tis common indeede,
but sirrah, is neyther our young Master returned, nor
our fellow Sam come from London?
Raphe. Neyther of eyther, as the Puritan Bawde
sayes. Slid I heare Sam, Sam's come, heere tarry;
come ifaith, now my nose itches for newes.
Oliver. And so doth mine elbow.
Sam cals within. Where are you there?
Sam. Boy, looke you walke my horse with discretion
, I haue rid him simply, I warrant his skin stickes to
his backe with very heate, if he should catch cold and
get the cough of the lungs, I were well serued, were I
not? What Raphe and Oliuer. ”

“ Why the more foole she, I, the more ninny-hammer she.
Oliuer. Why Sam, why?
Sam. Why he is married to another long agoe.
Amb. Faith ye ieast.
Sam. Why did you not know that till now? Why
hee's married, beates his wife, and has two or three
children by her: for you must note, that any woman
beares the more when she is beaten. ”

“ My Lands shewed like a full Moone about me, but
now the Moone's in the last quarter, waining, waining,
and I am mad to thinke that Moone was mine:
mine and my fathers, and my fore-fathers generati­ons,
generations: downe goes the house of vs, down,
downe it sinkes: Now is the name a beggar, begs in
me that name which hundreds of yeares has made
this shiere famous; in me and my posterity runs out. ”

“ Ma. Wise men thinke ill of you, others speake ill of
you, no man loues you, nay, euen those whom ho­nesty
condemnes, condemne you: and take this from
the vertuous affection I beare your brother, neuer
looke for prosperous houre, good thought, quiet
sleepes, contented walkes, nor any thing that makes
man perfect, til you redeeme him: What is your answer,
how will you bestow him? ”

“ Foole, what meant I to marry to get beggars?
Now must my eldest sonne be a knaue or nothing, he
cannot liue vpot'h foole, for he will haue no land to
maintaine him: that morgage sits like a snaffle vpon
mine inheritance, and makes me chaw vpon Iron.
My second son must be a promoter, and my third
a theefe, or an vnder-putter, a slaue Pander.
Oh beggery, beggery, to what base vses dost thou put a man.
I think the diuell scornes to be a Bawd.
He beares himselfe more proudly, has more care on his credite. ”

“ Hus. There are too many beggars.
Wife. Good my husband.
Hus. Dost thou preuent me still?
Wife. Oh God!
Stabs at the child in her armes, & gets it from her.
Hus. Haue at his heart.
Wife. Oh my deare boy.
Hus. Brat, thou shalt not liue to shame thy house.
She is hurt and sinks downe. Wife. Oh heauen. ”

“ It is thy quarrell that rips thus my flesh,
And makes my brest spit blood, but thou shalt bleed:
Vanquisht? got downe? vnable eene to speake?
Surely tis want of money makes men weake,
Exit.I, twas that ore-threw me, Ide nere bene downe else. ”

“ Why then follow me, Ile teach you the finest
humor to be drunk in, I learnd it at London last weeke.
Amb. Faith lets heare it, lets heare it.
Sam. The brauest humor, twould do a man good to
be drunke in it, they cal it knighting in London, when
they drinke vpon their knees.
Amb. Faith that's excellent.
Come follow me, Ile giue you all the degrees of it in order.
Exeunt.
Enter Wife.
Wife. What will become of vs? all will away,
My husband neuer ceasses in expence,
Both to consume his credite and his house.
And tis set downe by heauens iust decree,
That Ryots childe must needs be beggery. ”

“ But speake in your conscience ifaith, haue
not we as good potingsticks i'th Country as need to
be put i'th fire, the minde of a thing is all, and as thou
saidst euen now, farre fetcht is the best things for Ladyes. ”