_Lur._ Why should that Scrivener, That ne'er writ reason in his life, nor anything That time e'ver gloried in, that never knew How to keep any courtesie conceal'd, But _Noverint Universi_ must proclaim it, Purchase perpetually, and I a rascal: Consider this, why should that mouldy Cobler Marry his Daughter to a wealthy Merchant, And give five thousand pounds, is this good justice? Because he has a tougher constitution; Can feed upon old Songs, and save his money, Therefore must I go beg? _Wild._ What's this to thee? Thou canst not mend [it], if thou beest determin'd To rob all like a Tyrant, yet take heed A keener justice do not overtake thee, And catch you in a Nooze. _Lur._ I am no Wood-cock, He that shall sit down frighted with that foolery Is not worth pity, let me alone to shuffle, Thou art for wenching. _Wild._ For beauty I, a safe course, No halter hangs in [my] way, I defie it. _Lur._ But a worse fate, a wilful poverty, For where thou gain'st by one that indeed loves thee, A thousand will draw from thee, 'tis thy destiny; One is a kind of weeping cross _Jack_, A gentle Purgatory, do not fling at all, You'll pay the Box so often, till you perish. _Wild._ Take you no care for that sir, 'tis my pleasure, I will imploy my wits a great deal faster Than you shall do your fingers, and my loves, If I mistake not, shall prove riper harvest And handsomer, and come within less danger. Where's thy young Sister? _Lur._ I know not where she is, she is not worth caring for, She has no wit. Oh you'd be nibling with her, She's far enough I hope, I know not where, She's not worth caring for, a sullen thing, She wou'd not take my counsel _Jack_, And so I parted from her. _Wild._ Leave her to her wants? _Lur._ I gave her a little money, what I could spare, She had a mind to th'Countrey, she is turn'd, By this, some Farriers dairy maid, I may meet her Riding from Market one day, 'twixt her Dorsers, If I do, by this hand I wo'not spare Her butter pence. _Wild._ Thou wilt not rob thy Sister. _Lur._ She shall account me for her Egs and Cheeses. _Wild._ A pretty Girl, did not old _Algripe_ love her? A very pretty Girl she was. _Lur._ Some such thing, But he was too wise to fasten; let her pass. _Wild._ Then where's thy Mistriss? _Lur._ Where you sha'not find her, Nor know what stuff she is made on; no indeed Sir, I choose her not for your use. _Wild._ Sure she is handsome. _Lur._ Yes indeed is she, she is very handsome, but that's all one. _Wild._ You'll come to th' Marriage? _Lur._ Is it to day. _Wild._ Now, now, they are come from Church now. _Lur._ Any great preparation, Does Justice _Algripe_ shew his power? _Wild._ Very glorious, and glorious people there.