I can spare from myself, to help your wants. Allw. Nay, be not angry. There's eight pieces, To put you in better fashion. Well. Money from thee? From a boy, a stipendary? one that lives And the uncertain favour of a lord? Ally. A strange humour! [Exeunt severally. SCENE II-A Chamber in Lady ALLWORTH'S House. Enter ORDER, AMBLE, FURNACE. Order. Set all things right, or, as my name is Order, Whoever misses in his function, Allw. Howe'er you have discovered my in- For one whole week makes forfeiture of his tents, You know my aims are lawful; and if ever The queen of flowers, the glory of the spring, The sweetest comfort to our smell, the rose, Sprang from an envious briar, I may infer, There's such disparity in their conditions Between the goddess of my soul, the daughter, And the base churl, her father. Well. Grant this true, As I believe it; canst thou ever hope To enjoy a quiet bed with her, whose father Ruined thy state? Allw. And yours too. Well. I confess it, Allworth. I must tell you as a friend, and freely, Will e'er consent to make her thine? Give o'er, Allw. You have well advised me; But, in the mean time, you, that are so studious Of my affairs, wholly neglect your own. Remember yourself, and in what plight you are. Well. No matter, no matter. Allw. Yes, 'tis much material: You know my fortune, and my means; yet something breakfast, And privilege in the wine cellar. Good master steward. Furn. Let him; I'll be angry. Amble. Why, fellow Furnace, 'tis not twelve o'clock yet, Nor dinner taking up; then 'tis allowed Furn. You think you have spoke wisely, good man Amble, My lady's go-before. Order. Nay, nay, no wrangling. Furn. Twit me with the authority of the kitchen? At all hours, and at all places, I'll be angry; And, thus provoked, when I am at my prayers I will be angry. Amble. There was no hurt meant. Furn. I am friends with thee, and yet I will be angry. Order. With whom? Furn. No matter whom: yet, now I think on't, I am angry with my lady. Amble. Heaven forbid, man! Order. What cause has she given thee? Furn. Cause enough, master steward: I was entertained by her to please her palate, And, till she forswore eating, I performed it. Now, since our master, noble Allworth, died, Though I crack my brains to find out tempting And the fourth part par-boiled, to prepare her | Like virgin parchment, capable of any viands, She keeps her chamber, dines with a panada, By such as pretend to love her; but come Order. Justice Greedy? Inscription, vicious or honourable. I will not force your will, but leave you Allw. Any form you please free I will put on: but, might I make my choice, Lady. 'Tis well answered, And I commend your spirit: you had a father, (Blessed be his memory) that some few hours Before the will of Heaven took him from me, Furn. The same, the same. Meat is cast away Did commend you, by the dearest ties It never thrives. He holds his paradox, Of perfect love between us, to my charge: With such respect, as if he lived in me. [ALLWORTH knocks, and enters. Most honoured madam, the best mother tome; Order. Our late young master. Furn. Your hand: If you have a stomach, a cold bake-meat's ready. This is yet some comfort. Is my lady stirring? Order. Her presence answers for us. And, as I gave directions, if this morning I am indisposed. Order. I shall, madam. Lady. Do, and leave me. And with my utmost strength of care and service, Your bounties showered upon me. Lady. I much hope it. These were your father's words: If e'er my son They do presume they may, with license, prac tise Their lusts and riots, they shall never merit Are the essential parts make up a soldier: [Exeunt ORDER, AMBLE, and FURNACE. Not swearing, dice, or drinking. Nay, stay you, Allworth. Alla. I shall gladly grow here, To wait on your commands. Lady. So soon turned courtier! Allw. There's no syllable You speak, but it is to me an oracle; Lady. To conclude; Alla. Stile not that courtship, madam, which Beware ill-company; for often men is duty, Purchased on your part. Lady. Well, you shall o'ercome; I'll not contend in words. How is it with Allw. Ever like himself; No scruple lessened in the full weight of ho- He did command me (pardon my presumption), Your ladyship's fair hands. Lady. I am honoured in His favour to me. Does he hold his Allw. Constantly, good madam: purpose But he will, in person, first present his service. Lady. And how approve you of his course? you are yet, Are like to those with whom they do converse: born: But that he's in his manners so debauched, Allw. I shall obey in all things. Lady. Follow me to my chamber; you shall To furnish you like my son, and still supplied Allw. I am still your creature. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A hall in Lady ALLWORTH'S House. Enter OVERREACH, GREEDY, ORDER, AMBLE, FURNACE, and MARRALL. Greedy. Not to be seen? Over. Still cloistered up? her reason, I hope, assures her, though she makes herself Close prisoner ever for her husband's loss Twill not recover him. Order. Sir, it is her will; Which we, that are her servants, ought to serve, And not dispute. However, you are nobly wel come : And, if you please to stay, that you may think so, Greedy. Is it of the right race? Amble. How his mouth runs over! Furn. I'll make it run and run. Save your good worship! Greedy. Honest Mr Cook, thy hand; again! How I love thee! Are the good dishes still in being? speak, hoy. Furn. If you have a mind to feed, there is a chine Of beef well seasoned. Greedy. Good. Furn. A pheasant, larded. Greedy. That I might now give thanks for it! Furn. Other kick-shaws. Besides, there came last night, from the forest of Sherwood, The fattest stag I ever cooked. Greedy. A stag, man? Furn. A stag, sir; part of it is prepared for dinner, And baked in puff-paste. Greedy. Puff-paste, too, Sir Giles! A ponderous chine of beef! a pheasant larded! And red deer, too, Sir Giles, and baked in puffpaste! All business set aside, let us give thanks here. Mar. Your worships are to sit on a commission, And if you fail to come, you lose the cause. Greedy. Cause me no causes; I'll prove it, for such a dinner, We may put off a commission; you shall find it Henrici decimo quarto. Over. Fie, Mr Greedy! | And I, in thankfulness, will, by your boy, Enter WELLBorn. Who have we here? Well. Don't you know me? Over. I did once, but now I will not; Thou art no blood of mine. Avaunt, thou beggar! If ever thou presume to own me more, I do love thee, Furnace, E'en as I do malmsey in a morning. [Exeunt OVERREACH, GREEDY, and MARRAL. Amble. Will you out, sir? I wonder how you durst creep Amble. Cannot you stay in. To be served among your fellows from the basket, But you must press into the hall? Furn. Prithee, vanish Only to consume meat and drink, and batten Upon reversions; Who advances? who Shews me the way? Order. Here comes my lady. Enter LADY. Lady. What noise is this? Well. Madam, my designs bear me to you. Well. And though I have met with But ragged entertainment from your grooms here, I hope from you to receive that noble usage, As may become the true friend of 'your hus- / So winning a behaviour, not to be band; Though sworn, that it can ever find belief; Equipage, and fortune; your mens' observance, Order. How she starts! Well. That husband, madam, was once, in his fortune, Almost as low as I. Want, debts, and quarrels, I brought him on and off, with honour, lady: And, when in all men's judgments, he was sunk, And in his own hopes not to be buoved up, Furn. Are not we base rogues, Well. I confess, you made him Master of your estate; nor could your friends, Though he brought no wealth with him, blame you for it: For he had a shape, and to that shape a mind, Made up of all parts, either great or noble, SCENE I.-A landscape. Enter OVERREACH and MARRALL. Resisted, madam. Lady. 'Tis most true, he had. Well. For his sake, then, in that I was his friend, To throw away a little respect upon me. [Exit LADY. Now, what can be wrought out of such a suit, Is yet in supposition-[Servants bow.]-Nay, all's forgotten, Who can, at once, so kindly meet my purposes, ACT II. Over. He's gone, I warrant thee; this commission crushed him. Mar. Your worship has the way on't, and ne'er miss To squeeze these unthrifts into air; and yet The chap-fallen justice did his part, returning For your advantage the certificate, Against his conscience and his knowledge, too; (With your good favour) to the utter ruin VOL. II. Of the poor farmer. Over. 'Twas for these good ends [Exit. I made him a justice. He, that bribes his belly, Is certain to command his soul. I might, or out of wilfulness or error, My purposes, let him hang, or damn, I care not; Friendship is but a word. Mar. You are all wisdom. Over. I would be worldly wise; for the other That does prescribe us a well governed life, I value not an atom. Mar. What course take you, (With your good patience) to hedge in the ma years, Though he sue forma pauperis, in spite Of all his thrift and care, he'll grow behindhand. Mar. The best I ever heard; I could adore you. Over. Then, with the favour of my man of law, I will pretend some title; want will force him Mar. 'Tis above wonder. Wellborn was apt to sell, and needed not Over, Well thought on. This varlet, Wellborn, lives too long to upbraid Persuade him, that 'tis better steal than beg: Do any thing to work him to despair, Mar. I will do my best, sir. Over. I am now on my main work, with the lord Lovell; The gallant-minded, popular lord Lovell, This points at my young mistress. Over. She must part with That humble title, and write honourable; Right honourable, Marrall; my right honourable daughter; If all I have, or e'er shall get, will do it. I will have her well attended; there are ladies And 'tis my glory, though I came from the city, Enter WELLBORN. Mur. See, who's here, sir! Well. Call me what you will; I am your nephew, sir. Over. Avoid my sight, thy breath's infectious, rogue! I shun thee as a leprosy, or the plague. him. [Exit OVERREACH, |