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Sir Ar. Go thy ways; as changeable a bag
gage As ever cozen'd knight; I'm glad I am rid of her. Honest! marry hang her! Thorney is
debtor; I thought to have paid him too; but fools have fortune.
SCENE II.- Edmonton.—A room in Carter's
Enter Old THORNEY and CARTER. Thor. You offer, master Carter, like a gentleman; I cannot find fault with it, 'tis so fair.
Car. No gentleman I, master Thorney ; spare the mastership, call me by my name, John Carter. Master is a title neither my father, nor his before him, were acquainted with; honest Hertfordshire yeomen; such an one am I; my word and my deed shall be proved one at all times. I mean to give you no security for the marriage-money.
Thor. How! no security ? although it need not so long as you live; yet who is he has surety of his life one hour? Men, the proverb says, are mortal; else, for my part, I distrust you not, were the sum double.
Car. Double, treble, more or less, I tell you, master Thorney, I'll give no security. Bonds and bills are but terriers to catch fools, and keep lazy knaves busy ; my security shall be present payment. And we here, about Edmonton, hold present payment as sure as an alderman's bond in London, master Thorney.
cry you mercy, sir, I understood you not. Car. I like
Susan too; the girl has a fancy to him, which makes me ready in my purse.
There be other suitors within, that make much noise to little purpose. If Frank love Sue, Sue shall have none but Frank : 'tis a mannerly girl, master Thorney, though but an homely man's daughter : there have worse faces looked out of black bags, man.
Thor. You speak your mind freely and honestly. I marvel my son comes not; I am sure he will be here some time to-day.
Car. To-day or to-morrow, when he comes he shall be welcome to bread, beer, and beef, yeoman's fare; we have no kickshaws : full dishes, whole belly-fulls. Should I diet three days at one of the slender city-suppers, you might send me to BarberSurgeon's hall the fourth day, to hang up for an anatomy.—Here come they thatEnter WARBECK with Susan, SOMERTON with
KATHERINE. How now, girls! every day play-day with you? Valentine's day, too, all by couples? Thus will young folks do when we are laid in our graves, master Thorney ; here's all the care they take. And how do you find the wenches, gentlemen ? Win’em and wear 'em; they shall choose for themselves by my consent. War. You speak like a kind father. Sue, thou
hear'st The liberty that's granted thee; what sayest thou? Wilt thou be mine?
Sus. Your what, sir? I dare swear Never your wife.
War. Canst thou be so unkind,
Šus. You are studied,
War. By the honour of gentility-
Prevail above all oaths you can invent.
War. By this white hand of thine
Sus. Take a false oath!
War. Dost thou despise me?
Car. Let them talk on, master Thorney; I know Sue's mind. The fly may buzz about the candle, he shall but singe his wings when all's done; Frank, Frank is he has her heart.
Som. But shall I live in hope, Kate?
Kath. Better so,
Som. Perhaps thou think'st it is thy portion
Kath. Master Somerton,
A maid that will believe men's subtle promises ;
Som. Which is,
Kath. I shall find time to try you.
Som. Do, Kate, do;
Car. Warbeck and Sue are at it still. I laugh to myself, master Thorney, to see how earnestly he beats the bush, while the bird is flown into another's bosom. A
unthrift, master Thorney ; one of the country* roaring-lads: we have such as
* The reader who casts his eye over a preceding note, p. 134, and also over the following passages, extracted from others of our old dramas, will find Warbeck, much to his credit, to be but a very tame specimen of the roaring-boy. Timothy.
Plotwell. You see they wear
Timothy. But I mean, can they roar,
The City Match.
Timothy. Captain, I love
Do you see, Captain.
The Muse's Looking-Glass.
well as the city. Sue knows the rascal to an hairsbreadth, and will fit him accordingly.
Thor. What is the other gentleman ?
Car. One Somerton; the honester man of the two, by five pound in every stone-weight. A civil fellow; he has a fine convenient estate of land in West-ham, by Essex: master Ranges, that dwells by Enfield, sent him hither. He likes Kate well; I may tell you,
I think she likes him as well : if they agree, I'll not hinder the match for my part. But that Warbeck is such another-I use him kindly for master Somerton's sake; for he came hither first as a companion of his : honest men, master Thorney, may fall into knaves' company now and then.
War. Three hundred a year jointure, Sae.
Sus. Where lies it!
War. Do I look like a captain ?
The Gamester. Compared with these heroes, Warbeck is more insipid than even Snore the Constable's roarer :
Truly a very civil gentleman ; 'Las, he hath only roard, and sworn, and curs’d Since he was taken.