FLOWERDALE.
Hang thee, her friends and father altogether.
FATHER.
Yet part with something to provide her lodging.
FLOWERDALE.
Yes, I mean to part with her and you, but if I part with
one angel, hang me at a post. I'll rather throw them at
a cast at dice, as I have done a thousand of their fellows.
FATHER.
Nay, then, I will be plain, degenerate boy.
Thou hadst a father would have been ashamed.
FLOWERDALE.
My father was an ass, an old ass.
FATHER.
Thy father? proud, licentious villain!
What, are you at your foils? I'll foil with you.
LUCY.
Good sir, forbear him.
FATHER.
Did not this whining woman hang on me,
I'd teach thee what it was to abuse thy father:
Go! hang, beg, starve, dice, game, that when all is gone,
Thou mayest after despair and hang thyself.
LUCY.
O, do not curse him.
FATHER.
I do not curse him, and to pray for him were vain;
It grieves me that he bears his father's name.
FLOWERDALE.
Well, you old rascal, I shall meet with you. Sirrah,
get you gone; I will not strip the livery over your ears,
because you paid for it: but do not use my name, sirrah,
do you hear? look you do not use my name, you were best.
FATHER.
Pay me the twenty pound, then, that I lent you,
Or give me security, when I may have it.
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