does not break that bond
To bankrupt others; he makes you not a library
Of large monopolie to cosen all men:
_Subintelligitur_, he hates to deale
With such portentious othes as furr his mouth
In the deliverance.
_Enter Jouanny_.
_Ga_. Hee comes himselfe.
_Jou_. Sir _Galeas_, if I mistake not?
_Ga_. I weare my fathers name, sir.
_Jou_. And tis a dignity to weare that name.
Whatts your affairs in _Parma_?
_Ga_. To visit you, sir.
_Jou_. Gladness nor sorrow never paid mans debts.
--Your pleasure, sir?
_Ga_. The livery of my griefe: my fathers dead
And mee hath made his poore executor.
_Jou_. What? ought hee ten thousand duckets?
Thy fathers face fixt in thy front
Should be the paymaster tho from my hand.
_Ga_. I doe not come to borrow: please yee read.
_Jou_. Read? and with good regard, for sorrow paies noe debts.
_Ga_. The summes soe great I feare, once read by him,
My seeming frend will prove my enemy.
_Jac_. Faith, if he doe, hee proves like your French
galloshes that promise faire to the feet, yet twice a day
leave a man in the durt.
_Jou_. Was this your fathers pleasure?
_Ga_. It was his hand.
_Jou_. It was his writing, I know it as my owne,
Wherein hee has wronged mee beyond measure?
_Ga_. How? my father wrongd yee? I'm his sonn.
_Jou_. Wert thou his father I'm wrongd,--
Iniurd, calumniated, baffled to my teeth;
And were it not that these gray haires of mine
Were priviledgd ane enemy to vallour,
I have a heart could see your fathers wrong--
_Ga_. What? raile you, sir?
_Jac_. Challenge a half pint pot.
_Jou_. There in a sawpitt, knave, to quitt my self
Of such an inury.--Hee writes mee here
That I should pay to you tenn thousand crownes.
_Ga_. As being due to him.
_Jou_. But thatts not my quarrell, sir; for I did owe to him
Millions of Crownes, millions of my love;--
And but to send a note here for his owne!
Ist not a quarrell for an honest man?
_Jac_. With very few, I thinke.
_Jou_. Why, looke yee, sir:
When after many a storme and dreadfull blow
Strooke from fire-belching clouds, bankrupt of life
I have home return'd; when all my frends denide
Their thresholds to mee, and my creditors
Desir'd to sinke mee in a prisoners grave,
Hee gav
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