A
CONTENTION
FOR
HONOR
AND
RICHES
.
Enter
Riches
,
and
Ingenuity
a
Scholler
.
Ing.
MY
Lady
desires
to
speake
with
you
.
Ric.
Your
Lady
?
who
's
your
Lady
?
Ing.
The
Lady
Honor
.
Rich.
Let
Honor
come
to
Riches
,
it
will
not
Disparage
her
,
my
friend
.
Ing.
She
is
not
well
.
Ri.
Honor
is
seldom
sound
,
what
ailes
her
Ladiship
?
Ing.
She
had
a
fall
lately
.
Ric.
A
fall
?
Ing.
And
spraind
Her
foot
.
Ric.
Teach
her
to
clime
;
shee
's
so
ambitious
.
In.
Please
you
to
do
her
the
favour
,
she
will
waite
Vpon
your
Ladi-ship
another
time
.
Ric.
I
cannot
come
Ing.
Good
Madam
.
Ric.
I
ha
the
goute
Ing.
You
may
command
a
Coach
.
Ric.
Riches
I
know
May
command
any
thing
but
I
doe
not
use
To
come
to
every
one
desires
my
company
Beside
,
my
servants
are
abroad
,
and
it
Becomes
me
not
to
goe
so
unattended
.
Ing.
I
shall
be
fortunate
,
if
you
accept
My
service
.
Ric.
Is
that
state
enough
for
me
?
Although
it
be
in
fashion
with
your
Lord
,
To
amble
with
his
foot
man
and
Page
,
I
use
to
have
more
followers
.
Ing.
Great
Ladies
Have
no
such
traine
,
many
are
held
superfluous
,
The
Gentleman
Vsher
now a dayes
is
thought
Sufficient
for
a
Countesse
,
nay
,
for
two
Take
him
by
turnes
,
&
yet
he
may
be
courteous
To
the
waiting
Gentlewoman
.
Ric.
You
assume
,
me thinkes
,
Much
liberty
in
talking
,
wha't
's
your
name
?
In.
They
which
know
me
,
call
me
Ingenuity
.
Ric.
Ingenuity
?
Out
upon
!
thee
I
suspect
,
you
are
a
Scholler
.
Ing.
I
have
studyed
Arts
.
Ri.
Defend
me
from
his
witchcraft
had
thy
Mistris
:
None
but
a
Scholler
to
employ
upon
Her
complements
to
me
,
one
whose
profession
I
hate
,
whose
memory
is
my
disease
,
And
conversation
death
?
how
ranck
he
smells
Of
Aristotle
,
and
the
musty
Tribe
Of
worme-eaten
Philosophers
?
get
from
me
,
I
will
endure
the
Beares
,
and
their
provision
,
Lie
in
an
Hospitall
,
or
French-footmen
,
feed
With
prisoners
,
or
be
rack'd
at
Westminster
,
Nay
,
die
,
&
make
poore
orphants
my
Executors
,
Ere
be
confind
to
heare
thy
learned
nonsence
.
Ing.
Why
should
you
be
such
enemy
to
Schollers
?
They
waste
Minervaes
precious
dew
,
their
sweat
,
To
gaine
your
favour
,
and
would
thinke
themselves
Blest
,
when
your
golden
beames
but
shine
upon
'em
.
Ric.
T
is
not
your
flattery
can
win
upon
me
.
Goe
,
and
declame
against
me
,
good
Diogenes
,
Admire
a
vertuous
poverty
,
and
nakednesse
,
Call
Fortune
whore
,
and
write
whole
volumes
in
The
praise
of
hunger
and
your
lowsie
wardrobe
,
Yes
,
teach
the
world
,
Riches
is
growne
a
monster
,
And
that
she
dotes
on
ignorance
:
these
are
Your
vulgar
doctrines
,
and
I
pray
pursue
'em
,
My
most
immortall
begger
,
and
get
fame
With
some
twice
sodden
pamphlet
,
till
you
make
Submission
to
my
foole
,
in
hope
of
the
Reversion
of
his
Groomes
bare
livery
:
Your
Theses
,
and
your
Syllogismes
,
will
No
doubt
convert
the
Beadle
,
and
the
dog-whip
.
Ing.
Be
pleas'd
to
heare
me
speake
—
Ric.
What
impudence
Does
this
appeare
,
you
should
desire
that
favour
?
Have
I
not
given
testimony
to
the
world
Sufficiently
,
I
doe
not
love
a
Scholler
?
Ing.
Indure
me
for
my
Mistresse
Lady
Honor
.
Ric.
I
wonder
what
she
meant
to
entertain
thee
!
Away
,
dispute
no
further
,
if
you
move
me
To
more
impatience
,
Riches
will
finde
wayes
To
curbe
your
insolence
t
is
not
your
pretence
To
Honors
service
,
can
protect
you
from
My
anger
,
I
have
kindred
,
and
acquaintance
Shall
with
their
breath
blow
thee
beyond
the
Sea
;
Or
if
I
should
be
mercifull
,
and
let
thee
Injoy
thy
Country
,
never
hope
to
arrive
at
Above
a
pension
,
that
will
find
you
woollen
A
Pedant
,
or
a
Vicaridge
preferment
,
Gelded
sufficiently
by
the
improper
Parson
,
Is
all
your
wit
must
hope
for
;
and
take
heed
That
you
be
modest
then
,
no
coate
,
nor
Cassocke
Can
charme
you
:
if
I
offer
to
complaine
,
I
shall
put
your
Divinity
to
silence
.
Ing.
I
despise
Thy
womanish
threats
,
and
shall
account
my selfe
Happy
without
thy
favour
.
O
Philosophy
,
Assist
thy
poore
admirer
,
and
infuse
A
noble
fortitude
to
scorne
her
malice
:
I
have
no
thought
,
but
has
a
triumph
'ore
Thy
base
conspiracy
.
Welcome
my
deare
Bookes
,
And
contemplation
,
that
shall
feed
my
soule
To
immortality
:
let
Puppets
dote
Vpon
thy
gifts
,
and
sell
their
priviledge
,
For
gaudy
clothes
and
Epicurean
,
Lust
,
and
a
Catalogue
of
Rich
mens
sinnes
,
That
shall
like
plummets
hang
upon
their
heart
:
When
wings
are
most
required
,
keepe
thy
resolve
,
And
be
an
enemy
to
Learning
still
,
That
when
we
find
a
Scholler
,
by
thee
favord
,
We
may
suspect
him
counterfeit
and
a
dunce
Honor
will
be
my
Mistris
,
whose
least
smile
I
value
above
all
thy
pride
,
or
treasures
,
And
she
will
scorne
thee
too
.
Farewell
,
gay
Madam
,
A
painted
tombe
!
though
glorious
to
the
eye
.
Corruption
dwells
within
thee
.
Exit
.
Ric.
Foule
mouth
Satyre
,
But
t
is
some
punishment
to
let
him
waste
His
spirits
with
his
railing
,
let
him
fret
,
It
may
consume
him
without
more
diseases
,
Let
him
die
any
way
,
men
of
his
quality
Are
living
but
unprofitable
burdens
To
the
earth
,
as
they
were
borne
to
consume
fruits
,
And
talke
of
needlesse
Sciences
.
Who
are
these
?
My
ancient
sutors
,
Clod
the
Country-man
,
And
Gettings
the
rich
Citizen
?
Enter
Clod
and
Gettings
.
Get.
She
'es
here
.
Good
morrow
to
the
star
of
my
delight
,
Whose
beames
more
glorious
doe
eclipse
the
Sunne
,
And
cast
a
richer
warm'th
about
the
world
.
Ric.
How
?
turn'd
Poet
?
Get.
Feare
me
not
,
Lady
,
I
am
none
of
those
were
borne
too
't
,
I
had
rather
Be
a
Iew
then
christned
in
Parnassus
Pompe
,
I
have
nothing
but
the
knuckles
and
the
rumpes
Of
Poetry
.
Ric.
Take
heed
in
time
,
lest
you
become
infected
With
wit
,
I
doe
not
love
poeticke
fancies
,
Nor
any
thing
that
trenches
on
the
Muses
,
They
were
baggages
,
and
Phoebus
their
protector
,
Deserv'd
the
whipping
post
.
Get.
I
have read
,
he
was
A
common
Piper
,
and
those
Nine
were
Gipsies
,
That
liv'd
by
cheating
Palmistry
.
Ric.
I
like
it
,
When
you
doe
raile
at
Learning
,
I
allow
you
To
read
a
Ballad
,
and
ridiculous
Pamphlets
,
Writ
on
the
strength
of
Beere
,
or
some
dull
liquor
:
But
if
you
smell
profane
Sacke
in
a
Poeme
,
Come
not
within
a
league
of
understanding
,
As
you
respect
my
favour
.
Get.
I
am
instructed
.
Ric.
But
why
does
Clod
stand
all
this
while
so
mute
?
Clo.
Either
I
am
John
a
Noakes
,
or
I
am
not
John
a
Noakes
.
Ric.
Hee
's
dreaming
of
his
horses
.
Clod.
Gee
,
sweete
Lady
,
I
am
all
to
be
mired
in
your
beauty
,
the
horses
of
my
imagination
are
foundred
in
the
high-way
of
your
perfections
,
for
I
am
deepe
in
love
with
your
Lady-ship
,
though
I
doe
not
weare
such
fine
clothes
as
Master
Gettings
here
,
and
so
much
out
of
fashion
:
for
if
I
commend
my
doublet
,
I
must
speake
funerall
,
yet
my
heart
is
cut
and
flash'd
,
and
I
defie
any
man
that
has
a
better
stomack
to
you
in
the
way
of
Matrimony
.
Get.
No
comparison
,
Master
Clod
.
Clod.
Let
him
be
odious
,
that
names
comparison
,
for
my
part
,
I
soorne
'em
all
and
the
degrees
.
Get.
Y'
are
very
positive
.
Clod.
Dost
thou
positive
me
?
And
my
Mistresse
were
not
here
,
thou
shouldest
find
Clod
is
made
of
an other
gesse
mold
,
then
to
endure
thy
affronts
.
Ric.
And
you
quarrell
,
I
am
gone
.
Ge.
Nay
,
nay
,
sweet
Lady
we
shall
be
friends
agen
.
Ric.
I
hope
it
wonot
stretch
to
a
duell
.
Exit
.
Get.
Duell
?
You
wonot
provoke
me
,
Clod
,
Will
you
?
if
you
doe
,
Clod
.
Clod.
I
will
provoke
any
man
living
in
the
way
of
love
.
Get.
How
?
Clod.
He
that
shall
goe
a wooing
to
my
Mistris
,
I
will
provoke
him
,
and
he
were
my
father
.
Get.
Y'
are
a
durty
fellow
,
Clod
,
and
if
I
had
met
thee
that
yeere
I
was
Scavenger
,
I
would
have
had
thee
carted
.
Clod.
Mee
carted
,
Cart
thy
Bawdes
,
there
bee
enow
within
the
walls
,
do'st
tell
me
of
a
Scavenger
?
a
fart
for
thy
office
,
I
am
a
better
man
in
the
country
then
the
Constable
himselfe
,
and
doe
tell
thee
to
thy
face
,
though
I
am
plaine
Clod
,
I
care
not
a
beanestalke
for
the
best
What
lacke
you
on
you
all
,
no
not
the
next
day
after
Simon
and
Jude
;
when
you
goe
a
feasting
to
Westminster
with
you
Gallyfoist
and
your
pot-guns
,
to
the
very
terror
of
the
Papet-whales
,
when
you
land
in
sholes
,
and
make
the
understanders
in
Cheapside
,
wonder
to
see
ships
swimme
upon
mens
shoulders
,
when
the
Fencers
flourish
,
and
make
the
Kings
liege
people
fall
downe
and
Worship
the
Devill
and
Saint
Dunstan
,
when
your
whifflers
are
hangd
in
chaines
,
and
Hercules
Club
spits
fire
about
the
Pageants
,
though
the
poore
children
catch
cold
,
that
shew
like
painted
cloth
,
and
are
onely
kept
alive
with
sugar
plummes
,
with
whom
,
when
the
word
is
given
,
you
march
to
Guild-hall
,
with
every
man
his
spoone
in
his
pocket
,
where
you
looke
upon
the
Giants
,
and
feed
like
Sarazens
,
till
you
have
no
stomacke
to
Pauls
in
the
afternoone
:
I
have
seene
your
Processions
,
and
heard
your
Lions
and
Camels
make
speeches
,
in
stead
of
Grace
before
and
after
dinner
:
I
have
heard
songs
too
,
or
something
like
e'm
:
but
the
Porters
have
had
the
burden
,
who
were
kept
sober
at
the
City
charge
,
two
dayes
before
,
to
keepe
time
and
tune
with
their
feet
,
for
bragge
what
you
will
of
your
charge
,
all
your
pompe
lies
upon
their
backe
.
Get.
So
,
so
.
Clo.
Must
this
dayes
pride
so
blow
you
up
,
that
a
Country-mans
tale
may
not
be
heard
?
Get.
That
dayes
pride
?
Clo.
Or
what
i
st
make
you
Gamboll
so
?
Get.
Why
,
anger
ha's
made
you
witty
Country-man
.
Clo.
Thou
lyest
,
and
I
am
none
of
thy
Country-man
,
I
was
borne
out
of
the
sound
of
your
Pancakebell
,
I
cannot
abide
to
see
a
proud
fellow
:
and
it
were
not
for
us
in
the
Country
,
you
would
have
but
a
leane
City
,
wee
maintaine
your
Charter
,
and
your
Chamber
too
,
you
would
ha
but
ill
markets
,
and
we
should
forsweare
to
furnish
e'm
,
where
were
your
hides
,
hornes
and
plenty
of
other
provision
?
your
,
wives
could
not
doe
as
they
doe
,
with
your
short
yard
and
your
false
light
,
and
the
Country
should
not
come
in
upon
them
.
Come
,
you
cannot
live
without
us
,
you
may
be
cald
a
body
Politicke
,
but
the
Country
is
the
soule
,
and
therefore
subscribe
and
give
way
to
me
.
Get.
The
high-way
,
but
not
the
wall
in
London
,
doe
you
know
where
you
are
,
and
what
you
have
talk't
all
this
while
?
an
Informer
would
squeeze
your
truncke
hose
for
this
,
and
teach
you
to
know
your
Termes
and
your
Attornies
.
Clo.
I
le
have
as
good
Law
for
my
money
,
as
the
best
on
you
,
I
know
what
belongs
to
't
,
I
have
almost
broke
the
Parson
of
the
Parish
already
,
about
his
Tithe-egges
.
Get.
Why
,
thou
lumpe
of
ignorance
,
leather
and
husbandry
ill
compounded
,
thou
that
hast
beene
so
long
a
dung-hill
,
till
the
weedes
have
overgrowne
thee
,
and
a farre
off
hast
cozend
a
horse
,
thou
that
dost
whistle
out
thy
prayers
,
and
wo-not
change
thy
durty
soyle
,
for
so
many
acres
in
Paradise
,
nor
leave
thy
share
o'
the
plough
,
for
Saint
Peters
patrimony
,
thou
that
were
begot
upon
a
hay-mow
,
bred
in
thy
fathers
stable
,
and
out-dung'd
his
Cattell
,
thou
,
that
at
one
and
twenty
,
wert
onely
able
to
write
a
sheeps
marke
in
Tarre
,
and
read
thy
owne
capitall
letter
,
like
a
gallous
upon
a
cowes
buttocke
;
you
that
allow
no
Scripture
Canonicall
,
but
an
Almanacke
,
which
makes
you
weather-wise
,
and
puts
you
in
hope
of
a
deare
yeere
:
let
the
Country
starve
,
and
the
poore
grind
provender
,
so
the
market
rise
:
let
your
soule
fall
to
the
Devill
among
the
Corne-cutters
,
I
am
ashamed
to
hold
discourse
any
longer
with
thee
;
onely
one
word
,
I
would
advise
you
to
let
your
action
of
love
fall
,
and
be
content
to
marry
with
Malkin
,
in
the
Country
,
shee
can
churne
well
,
and
humble
her selfe
behind
a
hedge
,
for
this
Lady
is
no
lettice
for
your
lips
,
goe
goe
,
meddle
with
your
jades
,
and
exercise
a
whip
,
among
your
bread
and
cheese
eaters
.
Clo.
Sirra
Cit
,
I
doe
challenge
thee
.
Get.
What
weapon
?
Clo.
The
next
deedlefeedle
shall
furnish
us
both
if
thou
hast
any
morall
,
let
us
try
before
we
part
who
is
the
better
man
.
Get,
If
thou
hast
any
ambition
to
be
beaten
to
dust
,
Clod
,
thanke
your selfe
.
Clo.
I
will
flash
thy
skin
like
a
Summer
doublet
,
come
thy
wayes
.
Enter
a
Courtier
and
a
Souldier
courting
Honor
Ingenuity
.
Cour.
Looke
this
way
,
Lady
,
and
in
me
behold
Your
truest
servant
.
Sol.
T
is
but
aery
Court-ship
That
he
professes
,
looke
upon
the
Lady
That
can
be
active
in
your
service
.
Ing.
T
is
The
Courtier
and
the
Souldier
pleading
their
Affection
to
my
mistresse
Lady
donor
,
I
wo'not
interrupt
them
yet
,
I
cannot
Find
by
her
countenance
that
she
enclines
to
either
Col.
Blesse
me
but
with
one
smile
if
you
did
know
With
what
devotion
my
soule
lookes
on
you
,
How
next
to
my
religion
I
have
placede
,
If
not
above
it
,
your
bright
excellence
,
How
long
since
I
first
vowed
my selfe
your
captive
,
That
eye
would
dain
some
influence
.
Sol.
I
have
No
stocke
of
soft
and
melting
words
to
charm
you
,
Such
silken
language
we
are
strangers
to
,
We
are
us'd
to
other
Dialect
,
and
imitate
the
Drum
,
Bold
Artillery
:
can
you
love
me
?
When
I
have
marched
upon
the
dreadfull
Cannon
,
My
heart
was
fixt
on
Honor
nor
could
death
In
all
her
shapes
of
horror
tempt
one
thought
To
base
retire
,
when
no
voyce
could
be
heard
,
But
thunder
,
and
no
object
seene
but
lightning
,
Which
seem'd
to
have
bin
struck
frō
the
first
Chaos
,
So
great
a
darkenesse
had
eclips'd
the
Sunne
,
Yet
then
I
thought
on
Honor
,
and
lookt
Their
lives
that
sunke
about
me
,
every body
I
trod
upon
,
(
for
now
the
dead
had
buried
The
earth
)
gave
me
addition
to
Where
,
in
my
imagination
I
saw
Thee
charioted
,
and
dropping
downe
a
Garland
.
Ho.
No
more
there
are
but
compleiners
of
wars
,
Perhaps
some
studied
speech
I
love
your
quality
,
But
am
not
taught
with
these
Hyperboles
Honor
's
not
won
with
words
,
true
valour
needs
No
paint
of
ostentation
,
the
wound
That
has
the
greatest
orifice
includes
not
The
greatest
danger
.
Ing.
She
has
quash'd
his
Culvering
,
And
now
he
's
swearing
out
some
prayers
.
Cour.
Shee
's
mine
.
Thus
lookt
the
moone
,
when
with
her
virgin
fires
She
went
in
progresse
to
the
mountaine
Latmos
,
To
visit
her
Endimion
,
yet
I
injure
Your
beauty
,
to
compare
it
to
her
orbe
Of
silver
light
,
the
Sun
from
which
,
she
borrowes
That
makes
her
up
the
nightly
Lamp
of
heaven
,
Has
in
his
stock
of
beams
not
halfe
your
luster
,
Enrich
the
earth
still
with
your
sacred
presence
,
Vpon
each
object
throw
a
glorious
starre
,
Created
by
your
sight
,
that
when
the
learn'd
Astronomer
comes
forth
to
examine
heaven
,
He
may
find
two
,
and
be
himselfe
devided
,
Which
he
should
first
contemplate
.
Ho.
You
both
love
me
.
Cour.
But
I
the
best
.
Sol.
How
sir
,
the
best
?
Cou.
Ere
since
I
knew
the
Court
,
I
had
no
other
study
but
to
advance
My selfe
to
Honor
,
all
my
suites
have
beene
Directed
to
this
one
,
that
Honor
would
Fixe
me
among
those
other
Constellations
That
shine
about
the
King
,
t
is
in
thy
love
To
plant
a
Coronet
here
:
and
then
I
dare
Iustle
the
proudest
Heroe
and
be
inscrib'd
A
demy
god
,
frowne
dead
the
humble
mortall
,
And
with
my
breath
call
backe
their
soules
agen
.
What
cannot
Honor
doe
?
Ho.
Not
that
you
boast
.
True
Honor
makes
not
proud
,
not
takes
delight
I'
th
ruine
of
poore
vertue
.
So.
Sir
,
you
said
you
lov'd
her
best
.
Co.
And
will
maintaine
it
.
So.
You
cannot
,
dare
not
.
Co.
Dare
not
?
Ho.
So
peremptory
,
Honor
may
in
time
Find
wayes
to
tame
the
insolent
Lady
Riches
,
But
leave
her
to
her
pride
.
Ing.
The
Courtier
,
and
The
Souldier
looke
as
they
would
quarrell
.
Ho.
Let
'em
.
You
see
how
they
pursue
me
still
,
but
Honor
Is
not
so
easily
obtain'd
.
Ing.
They
are
Gay
creatures
,
and
conspicuous
in
the
world
.
Ho.
But
no
such
miracles
:
Gentlement
,
you
promise
Some
spirit
in
you
,
ther
's
no
way
to
make
Me
confident
of
your
worth
but
by
your
action
:
In
briefe
,
if
you
be
ambitious
of
Honor
,
You
must
fight
for
me
,
and
as
fame
shall
give
me
Your
character
,
I
shall
distinguish
you
,
And
cherish
worth
:
meane
time
I
take
my
leave
.
Come
,
Ingenuity
,
you
and
I
must
have
Some
private
conference
,
I
dare
trust
your
bosome
With
some
thing
of
more
weight
.
Ing.
I
am
then
happy
,
When
you
command
me
service
.
Ho.
And
I
keepe
A
Register
of
all
,
and
though
delayd
,
Forget
not
the
reward
.
Exeunt
Honor
,
Ing.
So.
Hark
,
Master
Cringe
,
How
d'
ee
like
her
sentence
?
If
you
meane
To
have
Honor
you
must
fight
for
't
not
oild
speeches
,
Nor
crinckling
in
the
hammes
will
carry
her
,
You
have
worne
a
sword
thus
long
,
to
shew
the
hilt
,
Now
let
the
blade
appeare
.
Co.
Good
Captaine
Voyce
,
It
shall
,
and
reach
you
manners
,
I
have
yet
No
Ague
,
I
can
looke
upon
your
buffe
,
And
punto
beard
,
and
call
for
no
strong
waters
,
I
am
no
Taverne
gull
,
that
wants
protection
,
Whom
you
with
oathes
doe
use
to
mortifie
,
And
sweare
into
the
paiments
of
all
reckonings
,
Vpon
whose
credit
you
weare
belt
and
feather
,
Top
and
top
gallant
,
and
can
make
him
seale
At
mid-night
to
your
Taylor
,
goe
invite
Young
Gentlemen
to
dinner
,
and
then
pawne
'em
,
Or
valiantly
with
some
of
your
owne
file
,
Conspire
a
Sconce
,
or
to
a
bawdy
house
March
with
your
Regiment
,
and
kicke
the
Leverets
,
Make
cullice
o'
the
Bawdes
,
yet
be
made
friends
,
Before
the
Constable
be
sent
for
,
and
Run
to'the
ticket
for
the
pox
,
these
services
,
I
doe
presume
,
you
are
acquainted
with
.
So.
Musk-Cat
.
Co.
Or
wert
thou
what
thou
seem'st
,
a
Soldier
,
For
so
much
good
I
wish
thee
for
my
honor
,
When
I
have
kil'd
thee
.
So.
Sirra
Civet-box
.
Co.
Let
me
aske
your
Souldier
ship
but
one
cold
question
,
If
Lady
Honor
,
whom
you
have
presum'd
Without
good
manners
to
affect
,
should
possibly
Descend
to
marry
thee
,
prethee
what
joynture
Couldst
thou
make
her
?
So.
Ioynture
?
Co.
I
le
admit
for
arguments
sake
,
Thou
art
a
Souldier
,
perhaps
You
will
give
her
a
Catalogue
of
Townes
,
Or
Leaguers
,
the
names
of
bridges
broken
downe
,
Your
nose
in
time
may
make
another
,
you
will
tel
her
Of
onslaughts
,
Bulwarks
,
Barricado
,
Forts
,
Of
Cannon
,
Culvering
,
Sacres
,
and
a
rabble
Of
your
Artillery
,
which
you
have
cond
by
heart
,
A
role
of
Captaines
names
,
perhaps
you
have
In
ready
wounds
,
some
twenty
idle
,
admit
it
,
And
in
diseases
can
assure
her
forty
,
This
wo'not
doe
,
she
cannot
eate
a
Snapsacke
,
Nor
carry
baggage
,
lie
in
your
foule
Hut
,
And
rost
your
pullen
,
for
whose
precious
theft
,
You
and
the
Gibbet
feare
to
bee
acquainted
,
If
you
returne
into
your
wholesome
Country
,
Vpon
your
honorable
woodden
legs
.
The
houses
of
correction
are
no
Palaces
,
And
Passes
must
be
had
,
or
else
the
Beadles
Will
not
be
satisfied
,
the
Treasurers
name
And
twelve-pence
for
your
service
i'
th
Low
countries
,
And
spending
of
your
blood
for
doughty
Dutchmen
,
That
would
have
hāg'd
you
there
,
but
in
their
charity
You
were
reserv'd
for
beggery
at
home
,
Is
no
inheritance
I
take
it
sir
.
So.
Have
you
done
yet
?
Co.
I
have
not
much
more
to
say
.
So.
It
does
appeare
by
all
this
prattle
then
,
You
doe
not
know
me
,
and
have
ta'ne
too
much
On
trust
to
talke
of
Souldier
,
a
name
Tha
'st
not
deserv'd
to
mention
,
because
Some
fellowes
here
,
have
brag'd
,
and
perhaps
beaten
You
,
and
some
other
of
your
satten
Tribe
,
Into
beliefe
that
they
have
seene
the
warres
,
That
perhaps
mustered
at
Mile-end
,
Or
Finesbury
.
Must
the
true
sonnes
of
courage
,
Be
thus
dishonor'd
,
and
their
character
Defac'd
by
such
prodigious
breath
?
must
we
,
We
that
for
Honor
and
your
safeties
suffer
,
What
in
the
repetition
would
fright
Your
pale
soules
from
you
,
when
perhaps
you
foot
A
jigge
at
home
,
and
revell
with
your
Lady
,
Be
thus
rewarded
!
Happy
they
that
dyed
Their
Country
sacrifice
,
to
prevent
the
shame
Of
living
with
such
popular
drones
,
but
I
Should
wrong
our
glorious
profession
By
any
Arguments
,
to
make
thee
sensible
Of
what
we
are
:
it
shall
suffice
to
publish
What
is
not
now
in
ignorant
supposition
.
But
truth
,
of
your
gay
quality
and
vertues
,
You
are
a
Courtier
.
Co.
Very
good
.
So.
Not
so
.
If
such
there
be
,
I
talke
not
to
them
now
,
But
to
thee
Phantasme
,
of
whom
men
doe
doubt
Whether
thou
hast
a
soule
,
thou
that
dost
thinke
it
The
better
and
more
gratefull
part
of
thy
Religion
,
to
we
are
good
clothes
,
and
suffer
More
paines
at
buttoning
of
thy
gawdy
doublet
,
Then
thou
durst
take
for
heaven
,
thou
hast
devided
Thy
flattery
into
severall
articles
,
And
hast
so
often
called
your
great
men
goods
,
That
t
is
become
thy
Creed
,
and
thou
dost
now
Beleeve
no
other
,
thou
w'ot
take
a
bribe
,
To
undoe
a
Nation
,
and
sell
thy
Country-men
To
as
many
persecutions
as
the
Devill
:
thou
art
beholding
to
thy
pride
,
it
has
Made
thee
thy
own
self-love
,
for
without
it
,
None
else
affecting
thee
I
doe
now
see
,
What
else
could
keep
thee
from
despaire
&
drowning
?
Thy
wantonnesse
has
made
thy
body
poore
,
But
not
in
shew
,
for
though
thy
back
have
payd
for
't
,
It
weares
rich
trappings
;
Art
may
helpe
your
legs
,
But
cannot
cure
your
dancing
:
that
and
pepper
,
Avoid
with
like
discretion
,
one
betrayes
you
At
dinner
,
and
the
other
betweene
meales
.
Goe
purchase
lands
and
a
faire
house
,
which
must
When
thou
livest
in
it
be
an
Hospitall
,
And
owe
no
other
body
for
diseases
.
Co.
Pray
come
,
and
take
a
chamber
.
So.
Thou
hast
ignorance
And
impudence
enough
for
twenty
Alchymists
.
Co.
I
le
heare
no
more
.
So.
A
little
,
I
le
intreat
you
,
You
shall
be
beaten
afterward
,
ne're
feare
it
.
Co.
Dar'st
thou
blaspheme
the
Court
?
So.
I
honour
it
,
And
all
the
Noble
ornaments
of
State
,
That
like
Pomegranats
in
old
Aarons
coate
,
Adorne
the
Prince
that
wears
'em
,
but
such
Courtiers
That
coozen
us
like
Glow-wormes
in
the
night
,
Or
rotten
wood
,
I
hate
,
and
in
their
number
For
this
time
be
content
I
list
your
worship
.
Co.
How
do
you
know
what
I
am
,
or
what
title
Perhaps
I
weare
?
So.
I
know
thee
by
the
wrong
To
Souldiers
.
Co.
I
speake
of
such
as
thou
wert
,
and
I
dare
Maintaine
,
and
write
as
much
in
thy
owne
blood
.
Enter
Honestie
.
Co.
Dost
thou
not
see
,
Honestie
?
So.
Honestie
?
what
hast
thou
to
do
with
Honesty
?
Co.
I
never
could
endure
her
,
she
appeares
More
terrible
then
a
ghost
,
I
ha
no
stomacke
To
fight
,
my
blood
is
frozen
in
my
veines
,
She
is
a
thousand
punishments
at
once
:
Now
would
I
give
my
Office
to
be
at
peace
With
mine
owne
conscience
,
ha
,
she
do's
pursue
me
?
So.
These
are
idle
imaginations
,
collect
Your selfe
,
good
Courtier
,
and
remember
what
Wee
are
to
doe
,
or
I
shall
,
ha
.
Enter
No-pay
.
Co.
What
's
the
matter
,
more
terror
?
So.
I
am
cold
too
.
Co.
Another
apparition
.
So.
You
may
know
him
by
a
jaw-faln
,
t
is
No-pay
.
And
what
a
comfort
No-pay
's
to
a
Souldier
,
I
appeale
to
a
Councell
of
warre
,
the
Devill
is
not
So
full
of
horror
,
No-pay
?
I
le
not
fight
A
stroke
,
though
I
were
sure
to
cleare
the
Empire
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Citizen
and
Country-man
arm'd
.
Get.
Our
weapons
length
are
even
,
but
you
le
find
There
is
such
ods
betwixt
us
,
nought
but
death
Can
reconcile
our
difference
.
Clod.
Deny
your
major
.
I
thinke
I
heard
a
Scholler
use
that
word
against
Bellarmine
.
I
,
I
le
stand
too
't
:
for
if
nought
but
death
,
can
reconcile
our
difference
,
we
must
be
both
kild
:
no
,
prepare
thy selfe
,
I
hope
to
send
thee
to
heaven
,
and
be
farre
enough
off
ere
Sun-set
:
if
thou
hast
made
thy
Will
,
let
them
prove
it
when
thou
art
dead
,
and
bury
thee
accordingly
,
thy
wife
will
have
cause
to
thanke
me
,
it
will
be
a
good
hearing
to
the
poore
of
the
Parish
:
happy
man
by
his
dole
,
besides
,
the
Blue-coates
can
but
comfort
thy
kindred
with
singing
and
rejoycing
at
thy
Funerall
.
Come
on
thy
wayes
.
Get.
Y'
are
very
round
,
Clod
,
I
doe
not
thinke
you
have
practis'd
Fencing
of
late
,
this
is
a
weapon
you
are
not
us'd
to
,
a
Pitch-forke
were
more
convenient
for
you
to
manage
.
Clo.
A
Pitch-forke
?
Thou
shalt
know
thy
destiny
by
this
,
though
it
have
but
one
point
I
know
where
thy
heart
lies
,
I
desire
no
more
,
and
lesse
would
satisfie
me
,
unlesse
thou
wilt
eate
thy
words
,
and
confesse
thou
hast
wrong'd
me
,
out
it
shall
,
I
have
a
stomacke
to
cut
thee
up
,
and
my
sword
has
a
pretty
edge
of
it selfe
,
and
my
greatest
griefe
is
,
that
I
owe
thee
nothing
,
to
discharge
all
together
,
but
t
is
no
matter
,
I
can
but
kill
thee
.
Get.
You
cannot
,
sure
:
for
ought
I
see
in
your
countenance
,
you
are
not
long-lyv'd
your selfe
,
you
have
but
a
tallow
complexion
,
doe
you
know
what
ground
you
stand
upon
,
Clod
?
Col.
Ground
?
Get.
You
may
tread
upon
your
grave
now
,
for
all
this
blustering
.
Clod.
Thou
liest
,
there
's
more
to
provoke
thee
:
no
,
I
came
not
hither
to
dye
,
and
I
won't
be
buryed
at
any
mans
discretion
,
my
father
was
buryed
i'
the
Country
,
and
my
grand-father
,
and
his
father
before
him
,
and
if
I
live
I
le
bee
buried
there
my selfe
:
but
what
doe
we
lose
time
?
looke
to
thy
head
,
for
I
will
make
an
even
reckoning
with
thy
shoulders
presently
.
Enter
Foule-Weather-in-Harvest
.
Ha
,
hold
,
alas
,
I
wo'not
fight
,
I
ha
no
heart
to
lift
up
a
weapon
.
Ge.
You
were
fire
and
tow
but
'
een
now
.
Clo.
But
here
's
water
Dost
not
see
?
I
shall
be
undone
.
Get.
Who
is
this
?
Clo.
Why
,
t
is
Foule-Weather-in-Harvest
,
all
spoil'd
,
I
wo'not
have
thy
heart
now
,
and
thou
wouldst
gee
't
me
.
Get.
T
is
well
,
something
will
coole
you
,
after
so
much
thunder
,
but
it
wo'not
quench
the
fire
of
my
anger
.
I
doe
not
use
to
put
up
these
things
,
when
I
am
drawne
too
't
,
your
Foule
weather
is
nothing
to
the
businesse
in
hand
,
therefore
submit
thy
necke
to
my
execution
,
or
—
Clo.
Kill
me
:
I
le
forgive
thee
,
I
shall
have
no
Harvest
to
yeere
.
Enter
Long-Vacation
.
Get.
And
thou
hadst
as
many
heads
as
Hydra
—
Ha
,
I
le
not
hurt
a
Hare
,
I
am
frighted
this
is
my
heart
,
you
had
not
so
wet
,
but
we
are
like
to
have
as
dry
a
time
on
't
,
I
stood
upon
tearmes
before
,
this
is
Long-Vacation
.
Clo.
Long-Vacation
?
Get.
I
dream'd
of
a
dry
Summer
,
he
will
consume
me
,
it
will
be
a
thousand
yeeres
till
Michaelmasse
.
Prethee
let
's
be
friends
,
for
my
part
I
have
no
hope
of
Riches
.
Clo.
And
I
but
little
,
and
this
weather
hold
.
Enter
Riches
.
Here
she
comes
.
Ric.
Where
be
these
friends
of
mine
?
Alas
,
what
Meane
you
?
I
am
faint
with
seeking
you
to
stay
your
fury
:
For
I
was
told
your
bloody
resolutions
.
You
should
be
a
man
of
government
,
are
these
The
ensignes
of
the
City
?
will
you
give
Without
the
Herald
in
your
Armes
,
a
Sword
To
the
old
City
Dagger
?
you
weare
a
Gowne
Embleme
of
peace
,
will
you
defile
your
gravity
With
Basket-hilt
and
Bilboe
?
And
you
bold
Yeoman
,
That
like
a
Ricke
of
hay
,
hath
stood
the
shocke
Of
Winter
,
and
grew
white
with
snow
of
age
,
Is
this
an
instrument
for
you
?
But
I
am
confident
that
you
will
say
,
t
is
love
Of
me
hath
brought
you
to
the
field
,
and
therefore
To
prevent
future
mischiefe
,
I
determine
Here
to
declare
my selfe
:
but
first
conjoyne
Your
loving
hands
,
and
vow
a
constant
friendship
,
Then
one
of
you
I
le
choose
my
husband
.
Get.
By
our
seven
gates
that
doe
let
in
Every
day
no
little
sin
,
By
the
sword
which
we
aduance
,
And
the
Cap
of
Maintenance
:
By
the
Shrieves
post
,
and
the
hall
Yeleped
Guild
,
and
London
wall
,
By
our
Royall
Change
which
yeelds
Gentile
ware
,
and
by
More-fields
,
By
our
thrice
burnt
famous
Steeple
,
That
doth
over-looke
the
people
,
Cheapeside
Crosse
,
and
loud
Bow-bell
,
And
by
all
that
wish
it
well
:
I
am
friends
with
him
till
he
dies
,
And
love
him
like
my
liberties
:
So
helpe
me
Riches
,
what
I
speake
:
The
Citizen
will
never
breake
.
Ric.
What
say
you
?
Clo.
By
my
Cart
,
and
by
my
Plough
,
My
dun
Mare
,
and
best
red
Cow
,
By
my
Barne
,
and
fattest
Weather
,
My
grounds
,
and
all
my
state
together
,
In
thy
love
I
over-take
thee
,
Else
my
whistling
quite
forsake
me
,
And
let
me
ever
lye
,
which
worse
is
,
At
racke
and
manger
with
the
horses
.
Ric.
Then
Master
Clod
.
—
Clo.
Ha
,
ha
,
with
all
my
heart
,
am
I
the
man
?
Ric.
The
man
.
I
must
intreate
to
have
some
patience
.
I
doe
imagine
you
affect
me
dearely
,
And
would
make
much
of
Riches
.
Clo.
There
's
no
Lady
That
shal
out-shine
my
Darling
:
t
is
no
matter
,
though
I
be
in
Russet
all
the
weeke
,
Riches
shal
live
like
a
Lady
,
have
perfum'd
linnen
,
costly
Gownes
,
and
Peticoats
worth
taking
up
,
and
as
the
fashion
is
;
I
will
put
thee
into
a
bagge
.
Ric.
This
wo'not
,
sir
,
agree
with
your
condition
,
To
keepe
me
brave
:
the
Country
Cut
must
be
Observ'd
.
Clo.
Hang
Country
Cuts
!
Doe
but
marry
me
.
—
Ric.
But
this
is
not
my
exception
;
there
is
more
That
interdicts
our
marriage
:
for
though
you
Are
willing
to
conceale
it
,
Master
Clod
,
Yet
you
and
I
are
kindred
,
at
least
cousins
.
Clo.
Why
,
is
not
your
name
Riches
?
Ric.
Though
my
name
Be
Riches
,
yet
my
mother
was
a
Clod
,
She
married
rich
earth
of
America
,
Where
I
was
borne
,
a
durty
family
,
But
many
matches
have
refined
us
now
,
And
we
are
called
Riches
.
Clo.
If
you
were
borne
in
America
,
wee
are
but
kindred
a farre
off
.
Ric.
Let
us
not
confound
our
Genealogies
.
Clo.
I
would
be
loth
to
marry
an
Infidell
borne
,
and
yet
I
like
your
complexion
so
well
,
that
—
Ric.
No
,
I
am
reserv'd
for
thee
,
And
here
I
plant
my
best
affection
.
Get.
Welcome
to
my
heart
.
How
I
doe
love
thee
,
Riches
!
O
my
soule
,
We
'le
marry
straight
.
Ric.
And
thus
much
for
your
comfort
.
Nay
,
droope
not
,
Clod
,
though
I
be
wife
to
him
,
Yet
if
I
bury
Gettings
,
I
le
be
thine
,
And
carry
London
with
us
into
th'
Country
.
Clo.
After
this
rate
you
are
my
wife
in
Law
.
Well
:
give
you
joy
.
Get.
Me thinkes
I
fumble
my
gold
chaine
already
.
But
who
are
these
?
Enter
Courtier
and
Souldier
.
Co.
No
Honor
to
be
found
.
So.
Let
us
inquire
Of
these
.
Did
any
see
the
Lady
Honor
?
Get.
What
care
we
for
Honor
,
so
we
have
Riches
?
Co.
Ha
?
I
have
beene
acquainted
with
this
Lady
.
Ric.
I
was
at
Court
the
last
weeke
,
sir
.
Cour.
I
remember
.
Sol.
I
ha
seene
her
some-where
too
.
Ric.
I
ha
beene
a
Traveller
.
So.
Were
you
never
taken
by
the
Hollander
?
Ric.
I
was
in
the
Plate-fleete
.
So.
Baser
los
manos
Signiora
.
Ric.
I
have
almost
forgot
my
Spanish
,
but
after
a
little
practice
I
may
recover
it
.
Clo.
I
know
not
Honor
if
I
see
her
,
I
have
heard
of
such
a
Lady
:
ten
to
one
,
but
Riches
can
direct
you
to
her
.
Ric.
I
apprehend
your
desires
,
sir
,
&
will
direct
you
.
Co.
I
am
your
servant
,
Lady
.
Ri.
But
first
,
Mr.
Gettings
,
know
these
Gentlemen
.
Ge.
They
are
in
my
books
already
,
pray
Gentlemen
,
Know
my
Commodities
,
when
I
ha
married
Riches
,
I
shall
be
better
able
to
furnish
you
Co.
We
wish
you
joy
.
So.
And
shall
remaine
your
debtors
.
Get.
I
make
no
doubt
.
Co.
But
here
's
the
Lady
whom
we
enquire
for
.
So.
She
has
musicke
to
attend
her
.
Musicke
.
Enter
Honor
and
Ingenuity
.
Ha!
the
Scholler
?
The
case
is
alterd
.
Is
not
that
Ingenuity
?
Co.
How
familiar
they
are
!
I
hope
they
'r
not
married
.
Cl.
Is
this
Madam
Honor
?
Co.
So
,
Lady
.
Ho.
Gentlemen
,
I
come
to
reconcile
your
difference
,
I
did
foresee
you
desperate
in
love
,
And
prompted
,
I
confesse
your
swelling
valours
To
fight
for
me
,
but
upon
second
thoughts
.
I
canceld
that
opinion
,
and
devis'd
A
way
to
settle
all
things
without
danger
This
Gentleman
late
my
servant
,
Ingenuity
,
Hath
remov'd
all
occasion
of
your
further
Courtship
,
and
now
won
me
for
his
Bride
.
Co.
Married
the
Scholler
?
despis'd
.
So.
Affronted
.
Ho.
You
are
passionate
.
You
could
not
both
possesse
me
,
yet
in
him
Your
excellencies
meet
,
and
I
enjoy
e'm
.
He
can
be
Courtier
and
a
Soldier
When
the
occasion
presents
it selfe
.
He
that
hath
learn'd
to
obey
well
,
can
command
.
Nay
,
be
not
sad
,
if
you
lov'd
me
,
expresse
it
In
your
Congratulations
.
Here
I
fixe
My selfe
,
and
vow
my
best
affection
.
If
in
the
number
of
my
friends
,
I
may
Write
you
,
be
confident
you
sha'not
lose
By
your
respect
to
Honor
.
Lady
Riches
,
I
hope
there
is
no
Antipathy
in
your
nature
,
But
you
may
smile
upon
a
Scholler
now
Married
to
Honor
.
Rich.
Since
you
have
so
advanc'd
him
,
He
shall
not
want
my
favour
.
Ing.
Now
I
am
confident
.
Co.
We
must
obey
our
destiny
.
Since
Fate
Meant
me
not
so
much
happinesse
,
to
be
The
husband
,
let
me
still
be
humble
servant
To
Honor
.
So.
My
desires
have
the
same
ambition
.
Co.
and
So.
Ioyes
crowne
your
marriage
Ing.
Now
you
both
denide
me
.
But
in
this
Empire
I
can
brooke
no
Rivall
.
Be
all
my
honor'd
guests
,
and
with
one
feast
And
revels
celebrate
our
double
marriage
.
Co.
And
here
our
love
unites
.
Pardon
what
language
My
passion
threw
upon
thee
:
acknowledge
A
Soldiers
worth
above
the
reach
of
malice
.
So.
My
heart
shall
spread
to
embrace
the
noble
Courtier
.
Clod.
Here
's
nothing
but
complement
.
you
should
bring
up
a
fashion
to
kisse
one
another
.
Get.
T
is
such
a
dry
Clod
!
Ing.
Correct
your
passions
,
sir
,
I
am
inform'd
You
have
beene
guilty
this
day
of
abuse
,
Against
the
noble
Citizens
,
and
traduc'd
Their
yeerely
Triumph
.
Get.
'T
was
his
ignorance
,
But
we
are
friends
agen
.
Ing.
Then
I
ha
done
.
Now
Gentlemen
and
Ladies
,
In
the
assurance
all
are
pleas'd
,
let
us
Ioyne
in
dance
.
Such
mirth
becomes
a
wedding
.
Strike
up
some
nimble
aire
.
They
dance
.
Ing.
Thus
all
have
seene
how
Providence
imparts
Wealth
to
the
City
,
Honor
to
the
Arts
.
Exeunt
.
FINIS
.