e I am thy Countreyman.
One generous Vagarie, and thou wer't wise,
Would breake somebodies hart within a sennight,
And then th'art Lord of all. Have but the grace
To dine wo' mee at taverne and ile tell
Thy friends there is some hope.

_Cou_. My friends?

_Cap_. Thy father's
In _Essex_: if he live heele purchase _Romford_;
If he die sooner then the towne's our owne;
Spend but an acre a day and thou maist live
Till all the world be wearie of thee. Betweene
Us two, what thincke you of a wench?

_Cou_. Nothing.

_Cap_. You meane one wench betweene us two is nothing.
I know a hundred Leverets[240], things that will
Bound like a dancer on the rope and kiss thee
Into thy naturall complexion:
A sinner that shall clime thee like a squirrell.

_Cou_. And crack me like a Nutt. I ha no kernell
To spare for her sweet tooth.

_Cap_. That was a metaphor: hee's not desperate!

_Cou_. Buoy, my deere Captaine.

_Cap_. Wy, farewell, Countreyman:
I may live yet to witnes thy conversion. [_Exit_.

_Enter a Footeman_.

_Cou_. How does my uncle?

_Fo_. He desires presentlie
To speake with you at his lodging.

_Cou_. Ile attend him.

[_Exit_.

[SCENE 2.]

_Enter Captaine Underwit and Thomas_.

_Un_. And hast thou been carefull of all those things I gave charge
to be provided?

_Tho_. There is a note of the particulars.

_Un_. Tis very well done, _Thomas_.--Let me see: Imprimis--

_Tho_. The Captaine wonot faile to be w'ee, sir. He was not at his
lodging; and inquiring at the _Horne_ tavern, I heard he had been there
with two or three Cittizens that ow'd him mony.

_Un_. That he owde mony to.

_Tho_. Tis all one, I thinke, Sir; for when Captaines have not pay, the
creditors may pay themselves. Here they said he did mollifie the hart of
the haberdashers and dranke himselfe a little mellowe ere they parted,
which gave me some hope I might find him ere night at the _Divell_,
where indeed I fetcht him out of the fire and gave him your Letter.

_Un_. And the gold too?

_Tho_. That was the first word he read; if you did not write it in text
he could not have found it out so soone. His eye was no sooner in the
inside but his arme flew out with an open mouth and his very fingers
cryed "give me the gold"! which presumeing to be weight he put in his
hocas pocas, a little dormer under his right skirt; and so takeing his
word to come downe and turning over your horse to him,