_Lur._ Any great preparation,
Does Justice _Algripe_ shew his power?
_Wild._ Very glorious, and glorious people there.
_Lur._ I may meet with him yet e're I dye as cunning as he is.
_Wild._ You may do good _Tom_, at the [m]arriage,
We have plate and dainty things.
_Lur._ Do you no harm Sir;
For yet methinks the Marriage should be mar'd
If thou maist have thy will, farewell, say nothing. [_Exit._
_Enter Gentlemen._
_Wild._ You are welcome noble friends.
_1._ I thank you Sir,
Nephew to the old Lady, his name is _Wildbrain_,
And wild his best condition.
_2._ I have heard of him,
I pray ye tell me Sir, is young _Maria_ merry
After her Marriage rites? does she look lively?
How does she like her man?
_Wild._ Very scurvily,
And as untowardly she prepares her self,
But 'tis mine Aunts will, that this dull mettal
Must be mixt with her to allay her handsomeness.
_1._ Had _Heartlove_ no fast friends?
_Wild._ His means are little,
And where those littles are, as little comforts
Ever keep company: I know she loves him,
His memory beyond the hopes of ----
Beyond the _Indies_ in his mouldy Cabinets,
But 'tis her unhandsome fate.
_Enter_ Heartlove.
_1._ I am sorry for't,
Here comes poor _Frank_, nay we are friends, start not Sir,
We see you'r willow and are sorry for't,
And though it be a wedding we are half mourners.
_Fr._ Good Gentlemen remember not my fortunes,
They are not to be help'd by words.
_Wild._ Look up man,
A proper sensible fellow and shrink for a wench?
Are there no more? or is she all the handsomness?
_Fr._ Prethee leave fooling.
_Wild._ Prethee leave thou whining,
Have maids forgot to love?
_Fr._ You are injurious.
_Wild._ Let 'em alone a while, they'll follow thee.
_1._ Come good _Frank_.
Forget now, since there is no remedy,
And shew a merry face, as wise men would do.
_2._ Be a free guest, and think not of those passages.
_Wild._ Think how to nick him home, thou knowst she dotes on thee
Graff me a dainty medler on his crabstocke;
Pay me the dreaming puppy.
_Fr._ Well, make your mirth, the whilst I bear my misery:
Honest minds would have better thoughts.
_Wild._ I am her Kinsman,
A[n]d love her well, am tender of her youth,
Yet honest _Frank_, before I would have that stinkard,
That walking rotten tombe, enjoy her maidenhead.
_Fr._ Prethee leave mocking.
_Wild._ Prethee _Frank_ believe me,
Go to consider, hark, they knock to dinner. [_Knock within._
Come wo't thou go?
_2._ I prethee _Frank_ go with us,
And laugh and dance as we do.
_Fr._ You are light Gentlemen,
Nothing to weigh your hearts, pray give me leave,
I'll come and see, and take my leave.
_Wild._ We'll look for you,
Do not despair, I have a trick yet. [_Exit._
_Fr._ [Yes,]
When I am mischievous I will believe your projects:
She is gone, for ever gone, I cannot help it,
My hopes and all my happiness gone with her.
Gone like a pleasing dream: what mirth and j[o]llity
Raigns round about this house! how every office
Sweats with new joyes, can she be merry too?
Is all this pleasure set by her appointment?
Sure she hath a false heart then; still they grow lowder,
The old mans God, his gold, has won upon her,
(Light hearted Cordial Gold) and all my services
That offered naked truth, are clean forgotten:
Yet if she were compell'd, but it cannot be,
If I could but imagine her will mine,
Although he had her body.
_Enter Lady and_ Wildbrain.
_La._ He shall come in.
Walk without doors o'this day, though an enemy,
It must not be.
_Wild._ You must compel him Madam.
_La._ No she shall fetch him in, Nephew it shall be so.
_Wild._ It will be fittest. [_Exit._
_Fr._ Can fair _Maria_ look again upon me?
Can there be so much impudence in sweetness?
_Enter_ Maria.
Or has she got a strong heart to defie me?
She comes her self: how rich she is in Jewels!
Methinks they show like frozen Isicles,
Cold winter had hung on her, how the Roses
That kept continual spring within her cheeks
Are withered with [the] old mans dull embraces!
She would speak to me. I can sigh too Lady
But from a sounder heart: yes, and can weep too
But 'tis for you, that ever I believ'd you,
Tears of more pious value than your marriage;
You would encase your self, and I must credit you,
So much my old obedience compels from me;
Go, and forget me, and my poverty,
I need not bid you, you are too perfect that way:
But still remember that I lov'd _Maria_,
Lov'd with a loyal love, nay turn not from me,
I will not ask a tear more, you are bountiful,
Go and rejoyce, and I will wait upon you
That little of my life left.
_Mar._ Good Sir hear me,
What has been done, was the act of my obedience
And not my will: forc'd from me by my parents,
Now 'tis done, do as I do, bear it handsomly
And if there can be more society
Without dishonor to my tye of marriage
Or place for noble love, I shall love you still,
You had the first, the last, had my will prosper'd;
You talk of little time of life: dear _Frank_,
Certain I am not married for eternity,
The joy my marriage brings tells me I am mortal.
And shorter liv'd than you, else I were miserable;
Nor can the gold and ease his age hath brought me
Add what I coveted, content; go with me,
They seek a day of joy, prethee let's show it,
Though it be forc'd, and by this kiss believe me
However, I must live at his command now,
I'll dye at yours.
_Fr._ I have enough, I'll honor ye. [_Exeunt._
_Enter Lurcher._
_Lur._ Here are my trinkets, and this lusty marriage
I mean to visit, I have shifts of all sorts,
And here are a thousand wheels to set 'em working,
I am very merry, for I know this wedding
Will yield me lusty pillage: if mad _Wildgoose_
That debosh'd rogue keep but his antient revels,
And breed a hubbub in the house I am happy.
_Enter Boy._
Now what are you?
_Boy._ A poor distressed Boy, Sir,
Friendless and comfortless, that would intreat
Some charity and kindness from your worship,
I would fain serve, Sir, and as fain endeavour
With duteous labour to deserve the love
Of that good Gentleman should entertain me.
_Lur._ A pretty Boy, but of too mild a breeding,
Too tender, and too bashful a behaviour,
What canst thou do?
_Boy._ I can learn any thing,
That's good and honest, and shall please [Master.]
_Lur._ He blushes as he speaks, and that I like not,
I love a bold and secure confidence,
An impudence that one may trust, this boy now:
Had I instructed him, had been a Jewel,
A treasure for my use, thou canst not lye?
_Boy._ I would not willingly.
_Lur._ Nor thou hast not wit
To dissemble neatly?
_Boy._ Do you love such boys, Sir?
_Lur._ Oh mainly, mainly, I would have my Boy impudent,
Out-face all truth, yet do it piously:
Like _Proteus_, cast himself into all forms,
As suddain and as nimble as his thoughts,
Blanch at no danger, though it be the Gallows,
Nor make no conscience of a cosenage,
Though it be i' th' Church. Your soft, demure, still children--
Are good for nothing, but to get long Graces----
And sing Songs to dull tunes; I would keep thee
And cherish thee, hadst thou any active quality,
And be a tender Master to thy knavery,
But thou art not for my use.
_Bo[y]._ Do you speak this seriously?
_Lur._ Yes indeed do I.
_Boy._ Would you have your boy Sir
Read in these moral mischiefs?
_Lur._ Now thou mov'st me.
_Boy._ And be a well-train'd youth in all activities?
_Lur._ By any means.
_Boy._ Or do you this to try me,
Fearing a prone[nesse].
_Lur._ I speak this to make thee.
_Boy._ Then take me Sir, and cherish me, and love me,
You have me what you would: believe me, Sir
I can do any thing for your advantage,
I guess at what you mean; I can lie naturally,
As easily, as I can sleep Sir, and securely:
As naturally I can steal too.
_Lur._ That I am glad on,
Right heartily glad on, hold thee there, thou art excellent.
_Boy._ Steal any thing from any body living.
_Lur._ Not from thy Master.
_Boy._ That's mine own body:
And must not be.
_Lur._ The boy mends mightily.
_Boy._ A rich man, that like snow heaps up his moneys,
I have a kind of pious zeal to meet still;
A fool that not deserves 'em, I take pitty on,
For fear he should run mad, and so I ease him.
_Lur._ Excellent boy, and able to instruct me,
Of mine own nature just.
_Boy._ I scorn all hazard,
And on the edge of danger I do best, Sir,
I have a thousand faces to deceive,
And to those, twice so many tongues to flatter,
An impudence, no brass was ever tougher,
And for my conscience.
_Lur._ Peace, I have found a Jewel,
A Jewel all the _Indies_ cannot match,
And thou sha't feel--
_Boy._ This title, and I ha' done, Sir;
I never can confess, I ha' that spell on me;
And such rare modesties before a Magistrate,
Such innocence to catch a Judge, such ignorance.
_Lur._ I'll learn of thee, thou art mine own, come boy,
I'll give thee action presently.
_Boy._ Have at you.
_Lur._ What must I call thee?
_Boy. Snap_, Sir.
_Lur._ 'Tis most natural,
A name born to thee, sure thou art a Fairy,
Shew but thy skill, and I shall make thee happy.
_Enter Lady, Nurse, Mistriss_, Newlove, Tobie.
_La._ Where be these knaves? who strues up all the liveries.
Is the Bride's bed made?
_Tob._ Yes Madam and a Bell
Hung under it artificially.
_La._ Out knave, out,
Must we have 'larms now?
_Tob._ A little warning
That we may know [when] to begin our healths Madam;
The Justice is a kind of old Jade, Madam,
That will go merriest with a Bell.
_La._ All the house drunk.
_Tob._ This is a [day] of Jubile.
_La._ Are the best hangings up? and the Plate set out?
Who makes the Posset, Nurse?
_Nur._ The dayrie mayd,
And she'll put that in, will make him caper:
Well Madam, well, you might ha'chose another,
A handsomer for your years.
_La._ Peace, he is rich Nurse,
He is rich, and that's beauty.
_Nur._ I am sure he is rotten,
Would he had been hang'd when he first saw her. _Termagant!_
_La._ What an angry Quean is this, where,
Who looks to him?
_Tob._ He is very merry Madam,
_M. Wildbrain_, has him in hand, ith'bottom o'th'Sellar
He sighs and tipples.
_Nur._ Alass good Gentleman,
My heart's sore for thee.
_La._ Sorrow must have his course, sirra,
Give him some Sack to dry up his remembrance,
How does the Bridegroom, I was afraid of him.
_Nur._ He is a trim youth to be tender of, hemp take him.
Must my sweet new blown Rose find such a winter
Before her spring be near.
_La._ Peace, peace, thou art foolish.
_Nur._ And dances like a Town-top: and reels, and hobbles.
_La._ Alass, good Gentleman, give him not much wine.
_Tob._ He shall ha'none by my consent.
_La._ Are the women comforting my daughter?
_New._ Yes, yes, Madam,
And reading to her a pattern of true patience,
They read and pray for her too.
_Nur._ They had need,
Ye had better marry her to her grave a great deal:
There will be peace and rest, alass poor Gentlewoman,
Must she become a Nurse now in her tenderness?
Well Madam, well my heart bleeds.
_La._ Thou art a fool still.
_Nur._ Pray heaven I be.
_La._ And an old fool to be vext thus.
'Tis late she must to bed, go knave be merry,
Drink for a boy, away to all your charges. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Wildbrain, _and_ Franck Heartlove.
_Wild._ Do as thou wo't, but if thou dost refuse it
Thou art the stupid'st ass, there's no long arguing,
Time is too precious _Frank_.
_Fr._ I am hot with wine.
And apt now to believe, but if thou dost this
Out of a villany, to make me wrong her,
As thou art prone enough.
_Wild._ Does she not love thee?
Did she not cry down-right e'n now to part with thee?
Had she not swounded if I had not caught her?
Canst thou have more?
_Fr._ I must confess all this.
_Wild._ Do not stand prating, and misdoubting, casting,
If she go from thee now, she's lost for ever;
Now, now she's going, she that loves thee going,
She whom thou lov'st.
_Fr._ Pray let me think a little.
_Wild._ There is no leisure; think when thou hast imbrac'd her
Can she imagine thou di[d]st ever honor her?
Ever believe thy oaths, that tamely suffer'st
An old dry ham of horse-flesh to enjoy her?
Enjoy her maiden-head; take but that from her
That we may tell posterity a man had it,
A handsome man, a Gentleman, a young man,
To save the honor of our house, the credit,
'Tis no great matter I desire.
_Fr._ I hear you.
_Wild._ Free us both from the fear of breeding fools
And ophs, got by this shadow: we talk too long.
_Fr._ She is going [now] to bed, among the women,
What opportunity can I have to meet her?
_Wild._ Let me alone, hast thou a will? speak soundly,
Speak discreetly, speak home and handsomly,
Is't not pitty, nay misery, nay infamy to leave
So rare a pie to be cut up by a raskal.
_Fr._ I will go presently, now, now, I stay thee.
_Wild._ Such a dainty Doe, to be taken
By one that knows not neck-beef from a Phesant,
Nor cannot rellish Braggat from Ambrosia.
Is it not conscience?
_Fr._ Yes, yes, now I feel it.
_Wild._ A meritorious thing.
_Fr._ Good Father _Wildgoose_,
I do confess it.
_Wild._ Come then follow me.
And pluck a mans heart up, I'll lock thee privately,
Where she alone shall presently pass by,
None near to interupt thee but be sure.
_Fr._ I shall be sure enough, lead on, and crown me.
_Wild._ No wringings in your mind now as you love me. [_Ex._
_Enter Lady_, Maria, _Justice, Gent. Nurse, Newlove_.
_La._ 'Tis time you were a bed.
_Ju._ I prethee sweet-heart
Consider my necessity, why art sad?
I must tell you a tale in your ear anon.
_Nur._ Of _Tom Thumb_.
I believe that will prove your stiffest story.
_New._ I pitty the young wench.
_1._ And so do I too.
_2._ Come, old sticks take fire.
_1._ But the plague is, he'll burn out instantly;
Give him another cup.
_2._ Those are but flashes,
A tun of sack wonot set him high enough.
Will ye to bed?
_M._ I must.
_1._ Come, have a good heart,
And win him like a bowle to lye close to you,
Make your best use.
_Ju._ Nay prethee Duck go instantly,
I'll dance a Jig or two to warm my body.
_Enter_ Wildbrain.
_Wild._ 'Tis almost midnight.
_La._ Prethee to bed _Maria_.
_Wild._ Go you afore, and let the Ladies follow,
And leave her to her thoughts a while, there must be
A time of taking leave of these same fooleries
Bewailling others maiden-heads.
_La._ Come then,
We'll wait in the next room.
_Ju._ Do not tarry.
For if thou dost, by my troth I shall fall asleep _Mall_. [_Ex._
_Wi[l]._ Do, do, and dream of Doterels, get you to bed quickly,
And let us ha'no more stir, come now, no crying,
'Tis too late now, carry your sel[fe] discreetly.
The old thief loves thee dearly, that's the benefit.
For the rest you must make your own play, Nay not that way,
They'll pull ye all to pieces, for your whim-whams,
Your garters and your gloves, go modestly,
And privately steal to bed, 'tis very late _Mall_,
For if you go by them such a new larum.
_Ma._ I know not which way to avoid'em.
_Wi._ This way,
This through the Cloysters: and so steal to bed,
When you are there once, all will separate
And give ye rest, I came out of my pitty
To shew you this.
_Ma._ I thank you.
_Wi._ Here's the keyes,
Go presently and lock the doors fast after ye,
That none shall follow.
_Ma._ Good night.
_Wi._ Good night sweet Cosen.
A good, and sweet night, or I'll curse thee _Frank_. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Frank Hartlove
_Fra._ She stays long, sure young _Wildgoose_ has abus'd me,
He has made sport wi'me, I may yet get out again,
And I may see his face once more, I ha'foul intentions,
But they are drawn on by a fouler dealing
_Enter_ Maria.
Hark, hark, it was the door,
Something comes this way, wondrous still and stealing
May be some walking spirit to affright me.
_Ma._ Oh heaven my fortune.
_Fr._ 'Tis her voice, stay.
_Ma._ Save me,
Bless me you better powers.
_Fr._ I am no devil.
_Ma._ Y'are little better to disturb me now.
_Fr._ My name is _Hartlove_.
_Ma._ Fye, fye, worthy friend.
Fye noble Sir.
_Fr._ I must talk farther with ye,
You know my fair affection.
_Ma._ So preserve it,
You know I am married now, for shame be civiller,
Not all the earth shall make me.
_Fr._ Pray walk this way,
And if you ever lov'd me.
_Ma._ Take heed _Frank_
How you divert that love to hate, go home prethee.
_Fr._ Shall he enjoy that sweet?
_Mar._ Nay pray unhand me.
_Fr._ He that never felt what love was.
_Ma._ Then I charge you stand farther off.
_Fr._ I am tame, but let me walk wi'ye,
Talk but a minute.
_Mar._ So your talk be honest,
And my untainted honor suffer not,
I'll walk a turn or two.
_Fr._ Give me your hand then. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Wildbrain, Justice, Lady, Nurse, Gent.
Women, Newlove.
_Just._ Shee's not in her Chamber.
_La._ She is not here.
_Wild._ And I'll tell you what I dream'd.
_Ju._ Give me a Torch.
_1. G._ Be not too hasty Sir.
_Wild._ Nay let him go.
For if my dream be true he must be speedy,
He will be trickt, and blaz'd else.
_Nur._ As I am a woman
I cannot blame her if she take her liberty,
Would she would make thee Cuckold, thou old bully,
A notorious cuckold for tormenting her.
_La._ I'll hang her then.
_Nur._ I'll bless her then, she does justice,
Is this old stinking dogs-flesh for her dyet?
_Wild._ Prethee honest Nurse do not fret too much,
For fear I dream you'll hang your self too.
_Just._ The Cloister?
_Wild._ Such was my fancy, I do not say 'tis true,
Nor do I bid you be too confident.
_Ju._ Where are the keyes, the keyes I say.
_Wild._ I dream'd she had 'em to lock her self in.
_Nur._ What a devil do you mean?
_Enter [Ser]vant._
_Wild._ No harm, good Nurse be patient.
_Ser._ They are not in the window, where they use to be.
_Wild._ What foolish dreams are these?
_Ju._ I am mad.
_Wild._ I hope so,
If you be not mad, I'll do my best to m[ake y]e.
_1._ This is some trick.
_2._ I smell the Wildgoose.
_Ju._ Come Gentlemen, come quickly I beseech you,
Quick as you can, this may be your case Gentlemen.
And bring some light[s], some lights. [_Exit._
_Wild._ Move faster, faster, you'll come too late else.
I'll stay behind and pray for ye, I had rather she were dishonest
Than thou shouldst have her.
_Enter_ Maria, _and_ Franke.
_Mar._ Y'are most unmanly, yet I have some breath left;
And this steel to defend me, come [not] near me,
For if you offer but another violence,
As I have life I'll kill you, if I miss that,
Upon my own heart will I execute,
And let that fair belief out, I had of you.
_Fr._ Most vertuous Maid, I have done, forgive my follies:
Pardon, O pardon, I now see my wickedness,
And what a monstrous shape it puts upon me,
On your fair hand I seal.
_Enter_ Ju.
_Ju._ Down with the door.
_Ma._ We are betraid, oh _Frank, Frank_.
_Fr._ I'll dye for ye
Rather than you shall suffer, I'll-- [_Enter all._
_Ju._ Now enter.
Enter sweet Gentlemen, mine eyes, mine eyes,
Oh how my head [a]kes.
_1._ Is it possible?
_2._ Hold her, she sinks.
_Ma._ A plot upon my honor
To poyson my fair name, a studied villany,
Farewell, as I have hope of peace, I am honest.
_Ju._ My brains, my brains, my monstrous brains, they bud sure.
_Nu._ She is gone, she is gone.
_Ju._ A handsome riddance of her.
Would I could as easily lose her memory.
_Nur._ Is this the sweet of Marriage, have I bred thee
For this reward?
_1._ Hold, hold, he's desperate too.
_Ju._ Be sure ye hold him fast, we'll bind him over
To the next Sessions, and if I can, I'll hang him.
_Fr._ Nay then I'll live to be a terror to thee,
Sweet Virgin Rose farewell: heaven has thy beauty,
That's only fit for heaven. I'll live a little
To find the Villain out that wrought this injury,
And then most blessed soul, I'll climb up to thee.
Farewell, I feel my self another creature. [_Exit._
_La._ Oh misery of miseries.
_Nu._ I told ye Madam.
_La._ Carry her in, you will pay back her portion?
_Ju._ No not a penny, pay me back my credit,
And I'll condition wi'ye.
_La._ A sad wedding,
Her grave must be her Bridal bed: oh _Mall_,
Would I had wed thee to thy own content,
Then I had had thee still.
_Ju._ I am mad, farewell,
Another wanton wife will prove a hell. [_Exeunt._
_Actus Secundus._
_Enter_ Tom. Lurch, _and his Boy_.
_Lur._ What hast thou done?
_Boy._ I have walked through all the lodgings.
A silence as if death dwelt there inhabits.
_Lur._ What hast thou seen?
_Boy._ Nought but a sad confusion
Every thing left in such a loose disorder
That were there twenty theeves, they would be laden.
_Lu._ 'Tis very well, I like thy care, but 'tis strange
A wedding night should be so solitary.
_Boy._ Certainly there is some cause, some death or sickness
Is faln suddenly upon some friend,
Or some strange news is come.
_Lu._ Are they all a bed?
_Boy._ I think so, and sound asleep, unless it be
Some women that keep watch in a low parlor,
And drink, and weep, I know not to what end.
_Lur._ Where's all the plate?
_Boy._ Why lockt up in that room.
I saw the old Lady, ere she went to bed
Put up her plate, and some of the rich hangings
In a small long chest, and chains and rings are there too,
It stands close by the Table on a form.
_Lur._ 'Twas a good notice, didst thou see the men.
_Boy._ I saw them sad too, and all take their leaves,
But what they said I was too far to hear Sir.
_Lur._ 'Tis daintily discover'd, we shall certainly
Have a most prosperous night, which way?
_Boy._ A close one,
A back door, that the women have left open,
To go in and out to fetch necessaries,
Close on the Garden side.
_Lur._ I love [thy] diligence,
Wert thou not fearful?
_Boy._ Fearful? I'll be hang'd first.
_Lur._ Say they had spied thee.
_Boy._ I was then determin'd
To have cry'd down right too, and have kept 'em company,
As one that had an interest in their sadness,
Or made an errand to I know not whom Sir.
_Lur._ My dainty Boy, let us discharge, that plate
Makes a perpetual motion in my fingers,
Till I have fast hold of it.
_Boy._ Pray be wise Sir, do't handsomly, be not greedy,
Lets handle it with such an excellence
As if we would bring thieving into honor:
We must disguise, to fright these reverend wat[ch]es.
_Lur._ Still my blest Boy.
_Boy._ And clear the room of drunken jealousies,
The chest is of some weight, and we may make
Such noise [ith] carriage we may be snap'd.
_Lur._ Come open, here's a devils face.
_Boy._ No, no, Sir, wee'l have no shape so terrible,
We will not do the devil so much pleasure,
To have him face our plot.
_Lur._ A winding sheet then.
_Boy._ That's too cold a shift,
I would not wear the reward of my wickedness,
I wonder you are an old thief, and no cunninger,
Where's the long Cloak?
_Lur._ Here, here.
_Boy._ Give me the Turbant
And the false beard, I hear some coming this way,
Stoop, stoop, and let me sit upon your shoulders,
And now as I direct, stay, let them enter,
And when I touch move forward, make no noise.
_Enter Nurse and_ Tobie.
_Nur._ Oh 'tis a sad time, all the burnt wine is [drunke] _Nic._
_Tob._ We may thank your dry chaps for't, the Canarie's gone too
No substance for a sorrowful mind to work upon,
I cannot mourn in beer, if she should walk now
As discontented spirits are wont to do.
_Nur._ And meet us in the Cellar.
_Tob._ What fence have we with single beer against her?
What heart can we defie the Devil with?
_Nur._ The March beer's open.
_Tob._ A fortification of March beer will do well,
I must confess 'tis a most mighty Armor,
For I presume I cannot pray.
_Nur._ Why _Nicolas_?
_Tob._ We Coachmen have such tumbling faiths, no prayrs
Can go an even pace.
_Nur._ Hold up your candle.
_Tob._ Verily Nurse, I have cry'd so much
For my young Mistriss, that is mortified,
That if I have not more sack to support me,
I shall even sleep: heiho, for another flagon;
These Burials, and Christnings are the mournful[st] matters,
And they ask more drink.
_Nur._ Drink to a sad heart's needful.
_To._ Mine's ever sad, for I am ever dry Nurse.
_Nur._ Methinks the light burns blew, I prethee snuff it,
There's a thief in't I think.
_To._ There may be one near it.
_Nur._ What's that that moves there, ith' name of----_Nicholas_?
That thing that walks.
_T[o]._ Would I had a Ladder to behold it,
Mercy upon me, the Ghost of one oth'Guard sure,
'Tis the devil by his clawes, he smels of Brimstone,
Sure he farts fire, what an Earth-quake I have in me;
Out with thy Prayer-book Nurse.
_Nur._ It fell ith' the frying pan, and the Cat's eat it.
_Tob._ I have no power to pray, it grows still longer,
'Tis Steeple high now, and it sayls away Nurse.
Lets call the butler up, for he speaks Latine,
And that will daunt the devil: I am blasted,
My belly's grown to nothing.
_Nu._ Fye, fye, _Tobie_. [_Exit._
_Boy._ So let them go, and whilst they are astonish'd
Let us presently upon the rest now suddenly.
_Lur._ Off, off, and up agen, when we are near the parlor,
Art sure thou knowst the Chest?
_Boy._ Though it were ith'dark Sir,
I can go to't.
_Lur._ On then and be happy. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Tobie.