SCENE II.[4093

[_Enter_] TAPWELL, _and_ FROTH.

_Tap._ Undone, undone! this was your counsel, Froth.

_Froth._ Mine! I defy thee. Did not Master Marrall (He has marr’d all, I am sure) strictly command us, On pain of Sir Giles Overreach’ displeasure, To turn the gentleman out of doors?

_Tap._ ’Tis true; 5 But now he’s his uncle’s darling, and has got Master Justice Greedy, since he fill’d his belly, At his commandment, to do anything. Woe, woe to us!

_Froth._ He may prove merciful. 9

_Tap._ Troth, we do not deserve it at his hands. Though he knew all the passages of our house, As the receiving of stolen goods, and bawdry, When he was rogue Wellborn no man would believe him, And then his information could not hurt us; But now he is right worshipful again, 15 Who dares but doubt his testimony? Methinks, I see thee, Froth, already in a cart, For a close[4094] bawd, thine eyes ev’n pelted out With dirt and rotten eggs; and my hand hissing If I scape the halter, with the letter R[4095] 20 Printed upon it.

_Froth._ Would that were the worst! That were but nine days’ wonder: as for credit, We have none to lose, but we shall lose the money He owes us, and his custom; there ’s the hell on ’t.

_Tap._ He has summon’d all his creditors by the drum, 25 And they swarm about him like so many soldiers On the pay day: and has found out such A NEW WAY TO PAY HIS OLD DEBTS, as ’t is very likely He shall be chronicled for it!

_Froth._ He deserves it More than ten pageants. But are you sure his worship 30 Comes this way, to my lady’s?

_A cry within_: Brave Master Wellborn!

_Tap._ Yes:—I hear him.

_Froth._ Be ready with your petition and present it To his good grace.

_Enter_ WELLBORN _in a rich habit_, [MARRALL,] GREEDY, ORDER, FURNACE, _and_ Creditors; TAPWELL _kneeling, delivers his bill of debt._

_Well._ How’s this? Petition’d to? But note what miracles the payment of A little trash, and a rich suit of clothes, 35 Can work upon these rascals! I shall be, I think, Prince Wellborn.

_Mar._ When your worship’s married, You may be—I know what I hope to see you.

_Well._ Then look thou for advancement.

_Mar._ To be known Your worship’s bailiff, is the mark I shoot at.

_Well._ And thou shalt hit it.

_Mar._ Pray you, sir, despatch 41 These needy followers, and for my admittance,[4096] Provided you ’ll defend me from Sir Giles, Whose service I am weary of, I ’ll say something You shall give thanks for.

_Well._ Fear me not Sir Giles.[4097] 45

_Greedy._ Who, Tapwell? I remember thy wife brought me Last new-year’s tide, a couple of fat turkeys.

_Tap._ And shall do every Christmas, let your worship But stand my friend now.

_Greedy._ How! with Master Wellborn? I can do anything with him on such terms.— See you this honest couple; they are good souls 51 As ever drew out faucet; have they not A pair of honest faces?

_Well._ I o’erheard you, And the bribe he promis’d. You are cozen’d in them; For, by all the scum that grew rich by my riots, This, for a most unthankful knave, and this, 55 For a base bawd and whore, have worst deserv’d me, And therefore speak not for ’em. By your place You are rather to do me justice. Lend me your ear; —Forget his turkeys, and call in his license, 60 And, at the next fair, I ’ll give you a yoke of oxen Worth all his poultry.

_Greedy._ I am chang’d on the sudden In my opinion! Come near; nearer, rascal. And, now I view him better, did you e’er see One look so like an archknave? His very countenance, 65 Should an understanding judge but look upon him, Would hang him, though he were innocent.

_Tap. Froth._ Worshipful sir.

_Greedy._ No, though the great Turk came, instead of turkeys, To beg my favour, I am inexorable. Thou hast an ill name: besides thy musty ale, 70 That hath destroy’d many of the king’s liege people, Thou never hadst in thy house, to stay men’s stomachs, A piece of Suffolk cheese or gammon of bacon, Or any esculent, as the learned call it, For their emolument, but sheer drink only, 75 For which gross fault I here do damn thy license, Forbidding thee ever to tap or draw; For, instantly, I will, in mine own person, Command the constable to pull down thy sign, And do it before I eat.

_Froth._ No mercy?

_Greedy._ Vanish! 80 If I shew any, may my promis’d oxen gore me!

_Tap._ Unthankful knaves are ever so rewarded. _Exeunt_ GREEDY, TAPWELL, _and_ FROTH.

_Well._ Speak, what are you?

_1 Cred._ A decay’d vintner, sir, That might have thriv’d, but that your worship broke me With trusting you with muscadine[4098] and eggs, And five pound suppers, with your after drinkings, 85 When you lodg’d upon the Bankside.

_Well._ I remember.

_1 Cred._ I have not been hasty, nor e’er laid to arrest you; And therefore, sir——

_Well._ Thou art an honest fellow, I’ll set thee up again; see his bill paid.— 90 What are you?

_2 Cred._ A tailor once, but now mere botcher.[4099] I gave you credit for a suit of clothes, Which was all my stock, but you failing in payment, I was remov’d from the shopboard, and confin’d Under a stall.

_Well._ See him paid;—and botch no more. 95

_2 Cred._ I ask no interest, sir.

_Well._ Such tailors need not; If their bills are paid in one and twenty year, They are seldom losers.—O, I know thy face, [_To_ Creditor.] Thou wert my surgeon. You must tell no tales; Those days are done. I will pay you in private.

_Ord._ A royal gentleman!

_Furn._ Royal as an emperor! 101 He’ll prove a brave master; my good lady knew To choose a man.

_Well._ See all men else discharg’d; And since old debts are clear’d by a new way, A little bounty will not misbecome me; 105 There’s something, honest cook, for thy good breakfasts; And this, for your respect: [_to_ ORDER] take’t, ’t is good gold, And I able to spare it.

_Ord._ You are too munificent.

_Furn._ He was ever so.

_Well._ Pray you, on before.

_3 Cred._ Heaven bless you!

_Mar._ At four o’clock; the rest know where to meet me. 110 _Exeunt_ ORDER, FURNACE, _and_ Creditors.

_Well._ Now, Master Marrall, what’s the weighty secret You promis’d to impart?

_Mar._ Sir, time nor place Allow me to relate each circumstance; This only, in a word: I know Sir Giles Will come upon you for security 115 For his thousand pounds, which you must not consent to. As he grows in heat, as I am sure he will, Be you but rough, and say he’s in your debt Ten times the sum, upon sale of your land; I had a hand in’t (I speak it to my shame) 120 When you were defeated[4100] of it.

_Well._ That’s forgiven.

_Mar._ I shall deserve’t. Then urge him to produce The deed in which you pass’d it over to him, Which I know he’ll have about him, to deliver To the Lord Lovell, with many other writings, 125 And present monies; I’ll instruct you further, As I wait on your worship. If I play not my prize To your full content, and your uncle’s much vexation, Hang up Jack Marrall.

_Well._ I rely upon thee. _Exeunt._