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Cen. "The young heir grew a fine gen"tleman in this last act."
Exp. "So he did, gossip, and kept the "best company."
Cen." And feasted 'em, and his mis"tress."
Tat." And show'd her to 'em all! was "not jealous!"
Mirth. "But very communicative and li"beral, and began to be magnificent, if the "churl his father would have let him " alone."
Cen." It was spitefully done o' the poet, "to make the chuff take him off in his height, when he was going to do all his brave "deeds!"
Exp. "To found an academy!"
Exp. "Plant his professors, and water his "lectures!"
Mirth." With wine, gossips, as he "meant to do; and then to defraud his "purposes?"
Exp. "Kill the hopes of so many to"wardly young spirits?"
Tat. As the doctors?"
Cen. "And the courtiers! I protest I was "in love with master Fitton: he did wear "all he had, from the hat-band to the shoe"tie, so politically, and would stoop, and "leer!"
Mirth." And lie so in wait for a piece "of wit, like a mouse-trap!"
Exp. "Indeed, gossip, so would the little "doctor! all his behaviour was mere glister! "O' my conscience, he would make any "party's physick i' the world work with his "discourse."
Mirth. "I wonder they would suffer it, "a foolish old fornicating father, to ravish " away his son's mistress.'
Cen." And all her women at once, as he * did!"
Tat. "I would ha' flown in his gipsy's "face, i' faith."
Mirth." It was a plain piece of political "incest, and worthy to be brought afore "the high commission of wit. Suppose
we were to censure him, you are the "youngest voice, gossip Tattle, begin." Tat. Marry, I would ha' the old co"ney-catcher cozen'd of all he has, i' the
young heir's defence, by his learned "counsel, Mr. Picklock!"
Cen. "I would rather the courtier had "found out some trick to beg him for his "estate!"
Exp. "Or the captain had courage enough to beat him!"
Cen. Or the fine Madrigal-man in "rhyme, to have run him out o' the coun "try, like an Irish rat."
Tat. "No, I would have master Pyed"mantle, her grace's herald, to pluck down "his hatchments, reverse his coat-armour, " and nullify him for no gentleman."
Exp. "Nay, then, let master doctor dis"sect him, have him open'd, and his tripes "translated to Lick-finger, to make a pro"bation-dish of."
Cen. Tat. "Agreed! agreed!"
Mirth. "Faith, I would have him flat "disinherited by a decree of court, bound "to make restitution of the lady Pecunia, "and the use of her body, to his son."
Exp." And her train to the gentlemen." Cen. "And both the poet, and himself, to "ask them all forgiveness !"
Tat. "And us too."
Cen. "In two large sheets of paperExp. "Or to stand in a skin of parch"ment, (which the court please.)"
Cen. "And those fill'd with news!" Mirth. "And dedicated to the sustaining "of the Staple!"
Exp. "Which their poet hath let fall "most abruptly."
Mirth. "Bankruptly indeed."
Cen. "You say wittily, gossip; and "therefore let a protest go out against "him."
Mirth. "A mournival of protests, or a "gleek, at least."
Exp. "In all our names."
Cen. "And for ever forfeit--"
Exp. "Expectation !"
Tat. "Subsign'd, Tattle. Stay, they come again."
from the verb blinnan, occurs in the Sad Shepherd. Yet the word occurs in Drayton, in the sense of stopping, or staying, as it is used here by our poet:
"Quoth Puck, my liege, I'll never tin,
Court of Fairy.
So that an emendation may be unnecessary, and lin, the same as leave, might have been in
Penny-boy jun. [To him] Tho. Barber.
He comes out in the patcht cloke his father left him.
P. jun. NAY been made for me,
"AY, they are fit, as they had
And I am now a thing worth looking at!
Why do not all that are of those societies
Shine in this glass, reflected by the foil!
That tail of riot follow'd me this morning?
Tho. My master! maker!
How do you? why do you sit thus o' the ground, sir?
you the news?
P. jun. No, nor I care to hear none. Would I could here sit still, and slip away The other one-and-twenty, to have this Forgotten, and the day raz'd out, expung'd In every ephemerides, or almanack. Or if it must be in, that time and nature Have decreed; still let it be a day Of tickling prodigals about the gills, Deluding gaping heirs, losing their loves, And their discretions, falling from the faLhopes, Of their best friends and parents, their own And entering the society of canters.
Tho. A doleful day it is, and dismal times Are come upon us: I am clear undone. P.jun. How, Thom?
Tho. Why, broke, broke; wretchedly broke!
P. jun. Ha?
He's a hard-hearted gentleman1 I am sorry
That any man should so put off affection,
P. jun. Ha' you deserv'd it?
Pic. O, good heaven knows My conscience and the silly latitude of it; A narrow-minded man! my thoughts de dwell
All in a lane, or line indeed: no turning, Nor scarce obliquity in them. I still look
The last hum that IT MADE.] the office: the printed books by mistake have is nude.
Which he would go from now.
P. jun. Had you a trust then?
Of all the estate, if I be honest, as
I hope i shall. My tender scrupulous breast Will not permit me to see the heir defrauded,
And like an alien thrust out of the blood. The laws forbid that I should give consent To such a civil slaughter of a son.
P. jun. Where is the deed? hast thou it with thee?
It is a thing of greater consequence,
It is at Lick-finger's, under lock and key.
That you might see it.
P. jun. Knows he what he brings? Pic. No more than a gardener's ass, what roots he carries.
P. jun. I was a sending my father, like
A penitent epistle; but I'm glad
Pic. Hang him, an austere grape, That has no juice, but what is verjuice in him.
P. jun. I'll show you my letter!
[Penny-boy runs out to fetch his letter. Pic. Show me a defiance!
If I can now commit father and son,
To use your credit for moneys.
'Tis he must pay arrearages in the end. We'll milk him, and Pecunia, draw their creain down,
Before he get the deed into his hands. My name is Pick-lock, but he'll find me 2 padlock.
P. Ca. You'd cozen both then? your confederate too?
Pic. After a long mature deliberation, You could not think where better how to place it
P. Ca. Than on you, rascal?
Pic. What you please i' your passion; But with your reason, you will come about, And think a faithful and a frugal friend To be preferr'd.
P. Ca. Before a son?
Pic. A prodigal,
A tub without a bottom, as you term'd him For which I might return you a vow or two, And seal it with an oath of thankfulness,
not repent it, neither have I cause, yetP. Ca. Forehead of steel, and mouth of brass! hath impudence
Polish'd so gross a lie, and dar'st thou vent it?
Engine, compos'd of all mixt metals! hence,
Pic. Thither it must come,
P. jun. Sir, your ear to me tho'.
[His son entreats him.
Pic. How? I confess it?
P. Ca. Stand up to him, and confront him.
P. jun. To me, even now, and here:
Pic. Can I eat or drink?
Sleep, wake, or dream? arise, sit, go, or stand?
Do any thing that's natural ?
P. jun. Yes, lie
It seems thou canst, and perjure; that is Pic. O me! what times are these of frontless carriage!
An egg of the same nest! the father's bird! It runs in a blood, I see!
P. jun. I'll stop your mouth.
Pic. With what?
P. jun. With truth!
Pic. With noise; I must have witness. Where is your witness? you can produce witness?
P. jun. As if my testimony were not twenty,
Balanc'd with thine?
Pic. So say all prodigals,
Sick of self-love; but that's not law, young Scatter-good:
I live by law.
P. jun. Why, if thou hast a conscience, That is a thousand witnesses.
P. Ca. Do, do, my gowned vulture, Crop in reversion; I shall see you coited Over the bar, as barge-men do their billets. Pic. This 'tis, when men repent of their good deeds,
And would ha' 'em in again-They are al most mad!
But I forgive their lucida intervalla. O, Lick-finger! come hither. Where's my writing?
[Pick-lock spies Lick-finger, and asks him aside for the writing.
And by the token, you had giv'n me the And bade me bring it.
Pic. And why did you not?
And wriggling engine-head of MAINTENANCE.] In the law, maintenance signifies the supporting a cause or person by any kind of countenance or encouragement, and is generally taken in a bad sense. The writ that lies against a man for this offence, is also called
Lic. Why did you send a countermand? Pic. Who, I?
Lic. You, or some other you, you put in trust.
Pic. In trust?
Lic. Your trust's another self, you know; And without trust, and your trust, how should he
Take notice of your keys, or of my charge? Pic. Know you the man?
Lic. I know he was a porter,
And a seal'd porter; for he bore the badge On's breast, I am sure.
Pic. I am lost! a plot! I scent it !
Lic. Why! and I sent it by the man you sent,
Whom else I had not trusted.
Pic. Plague o' your trust! I am truss'd up among you. P. jun. Or you may be.
Pic. In mine own halter, I have made the
He sent for't by a token: I was bringing it,
P. Ca. 'Twas good fortune!
To cheat the cheater, was no cheat, but justice.
Put off your rags, and be yourself again:
P. Ca. No vows, no promises; too much
P. jun. The office is down, how should
Lic. But of your uncle ?
P. jun. No.
Lic. He's run mad, sir.
P. Ca. How, Lick-finger?
Lic. Stark staring mad, your brother, H' has almost kill'd his maid. P. Ca. Now heav'n forbid. [Elder Penny-boy startles at the news. Lic. But that she's cat-liv'd, and squirrellimb'd, [set wide With throwing bed-staves at her: he has His outer doors, and now keeps open house For all the passers-by to see his justice. First, he has apprehended his two dogs, As being o' the plot to cozen him; And there he sits like an old worm o' the peace, [screwing,
Wrapp'd up in furs, at a square table,
Examining, and committing the poor curs To two old cases of close-stools, as prisons; The one of which he calls his Lollard's tower, [dogs' names
Th' other his Block-house, 'cause his two Are Block and Lollard.
P. jun. This would be brave matter Unto the jeerers.
P. Ca. I, if so the subject Were not so wretched.
Lic. Sure I met them all, I think, upon that quest.
P. Ca. "Faith, like enough:
The vicious still are swift to shew their
[He is seen sitting at his table, with papers before him.]
P. sen. Where are the prisoners?
Or coming forth, at least.
P. sen. The rogue is drunk,
Since I committed them to his charge. Come hither,
[Wine3! Near me, yet nearer; breathe upon me. [He smells him.
Wine o' my worship! Sack! Canary sack! Could not your badge ha' been drunk with fulsom ale,
Or beer, the porters element? but sack! Por. I am not drunk; we had, sir, but one pint,
An honest carrier and myself.
P. sen. What? and spend six-pence !
P. scn. In seven years, varlet! know'st thou what thou hast done? What a consumption thou hast made of a [young) It might please heav'n (a lusty knave and To let thee live some seventy years longer, Till thou art fourscore and ten, perhaps, a hundred. [in seventy Say seventy years; how many times seven Why seven times ten, is ten times seven, mark me,
I will demonstrate to thee on my fingers. Sixpence in seven year (use upon use) Grows in that first seven year to be a twelvepence; [four shillings; That, in the next, two shillings; the third, The fourth seven year, eight shillings; the fifth, sixteen;
Wine o' YOUR worship!] It seems most natural to read, "o' my worship;" as we say commonly, On my honour! unless it be meant ironically, Your worship must have wine!