_Isab._ Well, and it were not for pure pity, I would give you the
slip yet, but being as it is.

_Fran._ It shall be better.

_Enter_ Valentine, Widow, _and_ Ralph, _with a torch_.

_Isab._ My sister, as I live, your Brother with her! sure, I think
you are the Kings takers.

_Unc._ Now it works.

_Val._ Nay, you shall know I am a man.

_Wid._ I think so.

_Val._ And such proof you shall have.

_Wid._ I pray speak softly.

_Val._ I'le speak it out Widow, yes and you shall confess too, I am
no Nurse-child, I went for a man, a good one, if you can beat me out
o'th' pit.

_Wid._ I did but jest with you.

_Val._ I'le handle you in earnest, and so handle you: Nay, when my
credit calls.

_Wid._ Are you mad?

_Val._ I am mad, I am mad.

_Fran._ Good morrow, Sir, I like your preparation.

_Val._ Thou hast been at it, _Frank_.

_Fran._ Yes faith, 'tis done Sir.

_Val._ Along with me then, never hang an arse, widow.

_Isab._ 'Tis to no purpose, sister.

_Val._ Well said Black-brows, advance your torches Gentlemen.

_Unc._ Yes, yes Sir.

_Val._ And keep your ranks.

_Mer._ _Lance_, carrie this before him.

_Unc._ Carrie it in state.

_Enter_ Musicians, Fount. Hare. Bel.

_Val._ What are you, Musicians? I know your coming, and what are
those behind you?

_Musi._ Gentlemen that sent us to give the Lady a good morrow.

_Val._ O I know them, come boy sing the song I taught you,
And sing it lustily, come forward Gentlemen, you're welcom,
Welcom, now we are all friends, go get the Priest ready,
And let him not be long, we have much business:
Come _Frank_, rejoyce with me, thou hast got the start boy,
But I'le so tumble after, come my friends lead,
Lead cheerfully, and let your Fiddles ring boyes,
My follies and my fancies have an end here,
Display the morgage _Lance_, Merchant I'le pay you,
And every thing shall be in joynt again.

_Unc._ Afore, afore.

_Val._ And now confess, and know, _Wit without Money, sometimes
gives the blow_. [_Exeunt._

APPENDIX

WIT WITHOUT MONEY.

(A) Wit with-|out Money. | A Comedie, | As it hath beene
Presented with good | Applause at the private house in Drurie Lane, | by
her Majesties Servants. | Written by Francis Beamount, and John Flecher.
Gent. | London | Printed by Thomas Cotes, for Andrew Crooke, | and
William Cooke. 1639.

(B) Wit | without | Money. | A | Comedie, | As it hath been
Presented with good Ap-|plause at the private house in Drury