e cakes and creame,--one of your parish,
Good what-doe-you-lack.

_Crac_. This is offensive to
My reputation.

_Cla_. You shall heare more on't:
When thou art married, if the kind charity
Of other men permitt thee to geet thee children
That call thy wife mother, bring them up
To people shopps and cheat for 18d,
The pretious youth that fathers them.
Walke, walke, you and your Captaine _Huff_ to _London_,
And tell thy mother how thou has't sped i'th country,
And let her moane thee.

_Crac_. Captaine, we must give place; these girles are firebrands,
And we as straw before them.

_Suc_. They may stand
In neede of valour.
[_Exeunt Suc. and Crac_.

_Enter Thurston_.

_Cla_. Have you oreheard us? these are the lads will do't,
When 20 such as you will be cast off.

_Thu_. Like a bob'd[100] Hawke.--Mrs, if I mistake not,
Your mother does inquire for you.

_Bel_. I will attend her pleasure. [_Exit_.

_Cla_. Doe not goe, wench; we shall scarce be honest.

_Thu_. Love, is it time, after the services
I have perform'd, to have some salary?
Noe labourer works without his hier; I would
Be satisfied when you determine we
Shall end our hopes in marriage.

_Cla_. I have lookt for this month in my Calender
And find that marriage is prohibited.

_Thu_. It is not Lent nor Advent;[101] if it were
The Court is not so strickt but 'twill dispense
With freinds, and graunt a licence.

_Cla_. Whole be bound
With you that theres no hindrance but we may
Be lawfully espoused?

_Thu_. Ime not so barren
Of freinds but I shall find security
For what will nere be question'd.

_Cla_. It may be soe; but one who calculated
My birth did warne me to abstaine from marriage
Til I was twenty.

_Thu_. You're no _Atlanta_; if you be, Ile play
_Hippomanes_ and over runn you.

_Cla_. You'd scarce catch me,
Though you had _Venus_ apples to seduce
My covetous eyes. Henceforth Ide have you leave
Your love to me.

_Thu_. I must leave to live then.
Why doe you say soe?

_Cla_. Cause it is [un]iust
You should mispend affection on her
Who is incapeable of it.

_Thu_. You'd faine wrest
A new expence of complement from me:
If you delight to heare your praise, Ile hire
Some mercenary [poet][102] to comend
In lofty verse your bewty.

_Cla_. You are merry:
My humor is not specious; we must know
A further distance.

_Thu_. Wherefore, pray?
Our eyes are no more poysonous then they were.

_C