eyed beauties of the time. Mony makes men Eternal.

_Poet._ Do what you will, 'tis the noblest course, then you may live
without the charge of people, only we four will make a Family, I and an
Age that will beget new _Annals_, in which I'le write thy life my son of
pleasure, equal with _Nero_ and _Caligula_.

_Young Lo._ What men were they Captain?

_Capt_. Two roaring Boys of _Rome_, that made all split.

_Young Lo_. Come Sir, what dare you give?

_Sav_. You will not sell Sir?

_Young Lo_. Who told you so Sir?

_Sav_. Good Sir have a care.

_Young Lo_. Peace, or I'le tack your Tongue up to your Roof. What money?
speak.

_More_. Six thousand pound Sir.

_Capt_. Take it, h'as overbidden by the Sun: bind him to his bargain
quickly.

_Young Lo_. Come strike me luck with earnest, and draw the writings.

_More_. There's a Gods peny for thee.

_Sav_. Sir for my old Masters sake let my Farm be excepted, if I become
his Tenant I am undone, my Children beggers, and my Wife God knows what:
consider me dear Sir.

_More_. I'le have all or none.

_Young Lo_. All in, all in: dispatch the writings. [_Exit with Com._

_Wid_. Go, thou art a pretty forehanded fellow, would thou wert wiser.

_Sav_. Now do I sensibly begin to feel my self a Rascal; would I could
teach a School, or beg, or lye well, I am utterly undone; now he that
taught thee to deceive and cousen, take thee to his mercy; so be it.

[_Exit_ Savil.

_More_. Come Widow come, never stand upon a Knight-hood, 'tis a meer paper
honour, and not proof enough for a Serjeant. Come, Come, I'le make thee--

_Wid_. To answer in short, 'tis this Sir. No Knight no Widow, if you make
me any thing, it must be a Lady, and so I take my leave.

_More_. Farewel sweet Widow, and think of it.

_Wid_. Sir, I do more than think of it, it makes me dream Sir. [_Ex._ Wid.

_More_. She's rich and sober, if this itch were from her: and say I be at
the charge to pay the Footmen, and the Trumpets, I and the Horsemen too,
and be a Knight, and she refuse me then; then am I hoist into the subsidy,
and so by consequence should prove a Coxcomb: I'le have a care of that.
Six thousand pound, and then the Land is mine, there's some refreshing
yet. [_Exit._

_Actus Tertius. Scena Prima_.

_Enter_ Abigal, _and drops her Glove._

_Abigal_. If he but follow me, as all my hopes tell me, he's man enough,
up goes my rest, and I know I shall draw him.

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