FLOWERDALE.
O I know him, sir, he is a fool, but reasonable rich; his
father was one of these lease-mongers, these corn-mongers,
these money-mongers, but he never had the wit to be a
whore-monger.
[Enter Master Civet.]
LANCELOT.
I promise you, sir, you are at too much charge.
CIVET.
The charge is small charge, sir; I thank God my father left
me wherewithal: if it please you, sir, I have a great mind
to this gentlewoman here, in the way of marriage.
LANCELOT.
I thank you, sir: please you come to Lewsome,
To my poor house, you shall be kindly welcome:
I knew your father, he was a wary husband.--
To pale here, Drawer.
DRAWER.
All is paid, sir: this gentleman hath paid all.
LANCELOT.
Yfaith, you do us wrong,
But we shall live to make amends ere long:
Master Flowerdale, is that your man?
FLOWERDALE.
Yes, faith, a good old knave.
LANCELOT.
Nay, then I think
You will turn wise, now you take such a servant:
Come, you'll ride with us to Lewsome; let's away.
Tis scarce two hours to the end of day.
[Exit Omnes.]
ACT II.
SCENE I. A road near Sir Lancelot Spurcock's
house, in Kent.
[Enter Sir Arthur Greenshood, Oliver, Lieutenant
and Soldiers.
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