[Enter] WELLBORN [in tattered apparel], TAPWELL, and FROTH. Well. No bouse? 2 nor no tobacco ? Nor the remainder of a single can 'Tis verity, I assure you. Well. Verity, you brach !4 s The devil turn'd precisian! 5 Rogue, what am I? Tap. Troth, durst I trust you with a lookingglass, To let you see your trim shape, you would quit To quench your thirst; and sure, for othe liquor, As mighty ale, or beer, they are things, I take it, You must no more remember; not in a dream, sir. Well. Why, thou unthankful villain, dar'st thou talk thus! Is not thy house, and all thou hast, my gift? Tap. I find it not in chalk; and Timothy Tap well Does keep no other register. 28 Am not I he Whose riots fed and cloth'd thee? Wert thor not Born on my father's land, and proud to be 29 Tap. What I was, sir, it skills 7 not; What you are, is apparent. Now, for a farewell, Since you talk of father, in my hope it will torment you, Rascal! slave! No rage, sir. Tap. 7 Matters. Tap. At his own peril. Do not put yourself In too much heat, there being no water near Very hardly; 4 But to my story: 8 A select number of the more learned justices, whose presence was necessary to constitute the bench. • Keeper of the county records. Thus, you dog-bolt, Tap. [to his wife.] Cry out for help! Stir, and thou diest: Your potent prince, the constable, shall not save [Beats him again.” Oh ! Enter ALLWORTH. Well. "T will not be granted. All. Ask merey, Hold for my sake, hold. Deny me, Frank? They are not worth your anger. Well. For once thou hast redeem'd them from this sceptre; 8 But let 'em vanish, creeping on their knees, And, if they grumble, I revoke my pardon. Froth. This comes of your prating, husband you presum'd On your ambling wit, and must use your glit tongue, Though you are beaten lame for 't. Tap. Patience, Froth; There's law to cure our bruises. They go off on their hands and knees. Well. Sent to your mother? All. My lady, Frank, my patroness, my all! She's such a mourner for my father's death, And, in her love to him, so favours me, That I cannot pay too much observance to her. There are few such stepdames. Well. "T is a noble widow. And keeps her reputation pure, and clear From the least taint of infamy; her life, With the splendour of her actions, leaves no tongue To envy or detraction. Prithee tell me, All. Even the best of the shire, Frank, ence. Yet she's so far from sullenness and pride, Well. Forbear it, While I give you good counsel: I am bound to it, Thy father was my friend, and that affection All. I thank your noble care; but, pray you in what Do I run the hazard? Well. Art thou not in love? Put it not off with wonder. I. e. his cudgel. True; I must tell you as a friend, and freely, That, where impossibilities are apparent, 'Tis indiscretion to nourish hopes. Canst thou imagine (let not self-love blind thee) That Sir Giles Overreach, that, to make her great 159 In swelling titles, without touch of conscience Will cut his neighbour's throat, and I hope his own too, Will e'er consent to make her thine? Give o'er, I can spare from myself to help your wants. Well. 1 Freed. 2 Where servants used to be punished. Slipper. He did command me, pardon my presumption, L. All. All. Constantly, good madam; " But he will in person first present his service. Like virgin parchment, capable of any I will not force your will, but leave you free All. Any form you please I will put on; but, might I make my choice, With humble emulation I would follow The path my lord marks to me. L. All. With such respect as if he liv'd in me. Will labour that you never may repent L. All. I much hope it These were your father's words: “If e'er my son Follow the war, tell him it is a school They do presume they may with license practise |