Let him
by no means marry an honest woman, for the other
will keep her self. Let him steal as much as he can,
that a guilty conscience may bring him to his destinate
repentance."--I think he means hanging. And this were
his last will and Testament, the Devil stood laughing at
his bed's feet while he made it. Sblood, what, doth he
think to fop of his posterity with Paradoxes?
FATHER.
This he made, sir, with his own hands.
FLOWERDALE.
Aye, well; nay, come, good Uncle, let me have this ten
pound. Imagine you have lost it, or been robbed of it, or
misreckoned your self so much: any way to make it come
easily off, good Uncle.
UNCLE.
Not a penny.
FATHER.
Yfaith, lend it him, sir. I my self have an estate in the
City worth twenty pound: all that I'll engage for him; he
saith it concerns him in a marriage.
FLOWERDALE.
Aye, marry, it doth. This is a fellow of some sense, this:
Come, good Uncle.
UNCLE.
Will you give your word for it, Kester?
FATHER.
I will, sir, willingly.
UNCLE.
Well, cousin, come to me some hour hence, you shall
have it ready.
FLOWERDALE.
Shall I not fail?
UNCLE.
You shall not, come or send.
FLOWERDALE.
Nay, I'll come my self.
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