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Does the race hold at Newmarket for the Cup ? When is the Cocking, gentlemen? There are a parcell of rare Jewells to be sold now, and a man had money. I doe meane to build a very fine house next summer and fish ponds. What did you heare of the new play. Pray, may I crave your name, sir? Cou. My name is Courtwell, sir. En.
Courtwell, possest with the spiritt of defiance to Cupid, is ready to beat him for being in love; my Projector dead drunk in a Chaire, and the Captaine peepeing into his mouth like a tooth drawer and powring downe sack which he feeles not, but his chapps shut againe like a spring lock till he returne with a key to open his teeth, to poure in the next health. Enter Courtwell. Cou.
If we make Matrimony after this rate, The Divell is like to dance at our wedding. Ho! Enter Device. De. Hee's here, Alone too, and the place most opportune. How shall I beginne? Mr. Courtwell, do you love Any friend of mine? Cou. Not to my knowledge, Sir; I should be sorry. De. Do not you love a gentlewoman? Cou. If she be a friend of yours ile take the first Occasion to neglect her for your sake.
To the right hand about. By the left hand. As you were. Rankes to the right double. Rankes as you were. Rankes to the left double. Cap. Ran tan: enough, you must not wast your lunges Too much at once. March faire and make a Captaine. You beare a braine and memory. Un. I hope so. Come, wee'le to the taverne. Un. With all my heart. Courtwell. Here's Mr. Courtwell: lett's take him with us. Cap.
There is a blessing falne upon my blood. Your only charme had power to make my thoughts Wicked, and your conversion disinchants me; May both our lives be such as heaven may not Grieve to have shew'd this bounty. Enter Courtwell. Cou. Sir Richard, Madam. La. You may enter now, sir. Enter the rest and Sir Richard. Ri.
Thers the mischiefe in poetry: a man might have told 200 lies in prose upon his owne name, and never miscaried. But, leaving these rude rymes, Ladie, how do you like the novice that Sir Richard comended. Sis. Mr. Courtwell? De. Is he not a pretty Chrisome ? I could not choose but laugh to observe in what rurall deportment he came to salute you, that should have made his address in theis postures.
Farewell, honest Tom a Lincolne, farewell: comend me to the traind band. Tho. Enter Mr. Courtwell. Cap. My expectation of the Lawz well mett! Cou. I am glad to see you, Captaine. Cap. Is thy sight perfect? Thy poring upon statutes and booke cases Makes me suspecte. But dost thou thinke to bee A Dominus factotum on the Bench, And be a Civill Lawyer? Cou. You are merry. Cap.
Lady. This must be our Countrey recreation, too! Enter Sir Francis Courtwell. De. Who is this? Lady. 'Tis Sir Francis Courtwell; You cannot choose but know him. This must bee A favour, Sir, to visit us at parting. Sir Fr. I came with other expectation, Madam, Then to heare this: I could receave no newes So unwelcome. What misfortune doth conclude The Towne so unhappie? Lady.
Not that I value Courtwell, whome you would Pretend has been to saucy with my honour; But, cause I scorne to owne a goodnes should Depend upon your sword or vindication, Ile fight with you my selfe in this small vollume Against your bulke in folio. Cou. Excellent wench! De. I was your Champion, lady. Sis. Ide rather have no fame then heare thee name it.
At your perill, sirra, at your perill seale up the Doore; and do you pay the reckoninge. Un. Sir Richard is a Justice. There's your money, and yet wee need not pay; the gentleman hath left enough for the Reckoning in the next Roome. Un. I ha made him fast, you are very welcome, gentlemen. All's paid in the Percullis. Enter Courtwell and Sister. Sis.
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