PLV. I doe not wiſh to be one, truely, Father. In a deſcent, or two, wee come to be Iuſt ’itheir ſtate, fit to be coozend, like ’hem. And I had rather ha’ tarryed i’ your trade: 30 For, ſince the _Gentry_ ſcorne the Citty ſo much, [130] Me thinkes we ſhould in time, holding together, And matching in our owne tribes, as they ſay, Haue got an _Act_ of _Common Councell_, for it, That we might coozen them out of _rerum natura_. 35 GVI. I, if we had an _Act_ firſt to forbid The marrying of our wealthy heyres vnto ’hem: And daughters, with ſuch lauiſh portions. That confounds all. PLV. And makes a _Mungril_ breed, Father. And when they haue your money, then they laugh at you: 40 Or kick you downe the ſtayres. I cannot abide ’hem. I would faine haue ’hem coozen’d, but not truſted. [442] SD. ACT. ... I. ...] ACT. ... I. _A Room in_ Fitzdottrel’s _House. Enter_ THOMAS GILTHEAD _and_ PLUTARCHUS. G [443] 3 to om. 1692 t’ 1716 || _Poul_] _Pould_ 1641 [444] 9 I’m W, G [445] 12 () ret. G [446] 15 Boy, boy] Boy, by 1692 [447] 20 two om. 1692, 1716 || Int’one 1716, W into one G [448] 29 i’ their 1716, W in their G ACT. III. SCENE. II. MERE-CRAFT. GVILT-HEAD. FITZ-DOTTRELL. PLVTARCHVS. O, is he come! I knew he would not faile me. Welcome, good _Guilt-head_, I muſt ha’ you doe A noble Gentleman, a courteſie, here: In a mere toy (ſome pretty Ring, or Iewell) Of fifty, or threeſcore pound (Make it a hundred, 5 And hedge in the laſt forty, that I owe you, And your owne price for the Ring) He’s a good man, S^r, And you may hap’ ſee him a great one! Hee, Is likely to beſtow hundreds, and thouſands, Wi’ you; if you can humour him. A great prince 10 He will be ſhortly. What doe you ſay? GVI. In truth, Sir I cannot. ’T has beene a long vacation with vs? FIT. Of what, I pray thee? of wit? or honesty? Thoſe are your Citizens long vacations. PLV. Good Father do not truſt ’hem. MER. Nay, _Thom. Guilt-head_. 15 Hee will not buy a courteſie and begge it: Hee’ll rather pay, then pray. If you doe for him, You muſt doe cheerefully. His credit, Sir, Is not yet proſtitute! Who’s this? thy ſonne? A pretty youth, what’s his name? PLV. _Plutarchus_, Sir, 20 MER. _Plutarchus!_ How came that about? GVI. That yeere S^r, That I begot him, I bought _Plutarch’s_ liues, And fell ſ’ in loue with the booke, as I call’d my ſonne By’his name; In hope he ſhould be like him: And write the liues of our great men! MER. I’ the City? [131] 25 And you do breed him, there? GVI. His minde, Sir, lies Much to that way.