ARTHUR.
My means are little, but if you'll follow me,
I will instruct my ablest power:
But to your wife I give this diamond,
And prove true diamond fair in all your life.
FLOWERDALE.
Thanks, good Sir Arthur, Master Oliver,
You being my enemy, and grown so kind,
Binds me in all endeavor to restore--
OLIVER.
What! restore me no restorings, man. I have vorty
pound more for Lucy; here, vang it: Zouth, chil
devie London else. What, do not think me a Mezel
or a Scoundrel to throw away my money: che have
a hundred pound more to pace of any good spotation:
I hope your vader and your uncle here wil vollow my
examples.
UNCLE.
You have guessed right of me; if he leave of this
course of life, he shall be mine heir.
LANCELOT.
But he shall never get a groat of me:
A cozener, a deceiver, one that killed
His painful father, honest gentleman
That passed the fearful danger of the sea,
To get him living and maintain him brave.
WEATHERCOCK.
What, hath he killed his father?
LANCELOT.
Aye, sir, with conceit of his wild courses.
FATHER.
Sir, you are misinformed.
LANCELOT.
Why, thou old knave, thou toldst me so thy self.
FATHER.
I wronged him then: and toward my Master's stock,
There's twenty nobles for to make amends.
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