Five golden angels compassed in an hour!
If this trade hold, I'll never seek a new.
Welcome, sweet gold: and beggary, adieu.
[Enter Uncle and Father.]
UNCLE.
See, Kester, if you can find the house.
FLOWERDALE.
Who's here? my Uncle, and my man Kester? By
the mass, tis they. How do you, Uncle, how dost
thou, Kester? By my troth, Uncle, you must needs
lend me some money: the poor gentlewoman my
wife, so God help me, is very sick. I was robbed of
the hundred angels you gave me; they are gone.
UNCLE.
Aye, they are gone indeed; come, Kester, away.
FLOWERDALE.
Nay, Uncle, do you hear? good Uncle.
UNCLE.
Out, hypocrite, I will not hear thee speak;
Come, leave him, Kester.
FLOWERDALE.
Kester, honest Kester.
FATHER.
Sir, I have nought to say to you. Open the door,
Tanikin: thou hadst best lock it fast, for there's a
false knave without.
FLOWERDALE.
You are an old lying Rascal, so you are.
[Exit both.]
[Enter Lucy.]
LUCY.
Vat is de matter? Vat be you, yonker?
FLOWERDALE.
By this light, a Dutch Frau: they say they are called
kind. By this light, I'll try her.
LUCY.
Vat bin you, yonker? why do you not speak?
FLOWERDALE.
By my troth, sweet heart, a poor gentleman that
would desire of you, if it stand with your liking, the
bounty of your purse.
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