MER. Why, then, he is i’ the right way. GVI. But, now, I had rather get him a good wife, And plant him i’ the countrey; there to vſe The bleſſing I ſhall leaue him: MER. Out vpon’t! 30 And loſe the laudable meanes, thou haſt at home, heere, T’aduance, and make him a young _Alderman_? Buy him a Captaines place, for ſhame; and let him Into the world, early, and with his plume, And Scarfes, march through _Cheapſide_, or along _Cornehill_, And by the vertue’of thoſe, draw downe a wife 36 There from a windo’, worth ten thouſand pound! Get him the poſture booke, and’s leaden men, To ſet vpon a table, ’gainst his Miſtreſſe Chance to come by, that hee may draw her in, 40 And ſhew her _Finsbury_ battells. GVI. I haue plac’d him With Iustice _Eytherſide_, to get so much law-- MER. As thou haſt conſcience. Come, come, thou doſt wrong Pretty _Plutarchus_, who had not his name, For nothing: but was borne to traine the youth 45 Of _London_, in the military truth-- That way his _Genius_ lies. My Couſin _Euerill_! [449] SD. ACT. ...] _Enter_ MEERCRAFT. G [450] 7 ring. [_Aside to Gilthead._ [451] 15 Tom G [452] 20 ’s] is G [453] 23 so in W, G [454] 27 he’s W, G [455] 45,6 to ... truth] in italics G [456] 47 lies.--_Enter_ EVERILL. ACT. III. SCENE. IIJ. EVER-ILL. PLVTARCHVS. GVILT-HEAD. MERE-CRAFT. FITZDOTTRELL. O, are you heere, Sir? ’pray you let vs whiſper. PLV. Father, deare Father, truſt him if you loue mee. GVI. Why, I doe meane it, boy; but, what I doe, Muſt not come eaſily from mee: Wee muſt deale With _Courtiers_, boy, as _Courtiers_ deale with vs. 5 If I haue a _Buſineſſe_ there, with any of them, Why, I muſt wait, I’am ſure on’t, Son: and though My _Lord_ diſpatch me, yet his worſhipfull man-- Will keepe me for his ſport, a moneth, or two, To ſhew mee with my fellow Cittizens. 10 I muſt make his traine long, and full, one quarter; And helpe the ſpectacle of his greatneſſe. There, Nothing is done at once, but iniuries, boy: And they come head-long! an their good turnes moue not, [124] Or very ſlowly. PLV. Yet ſweet father, truſt him. 15 GVI. VVell, I will thinke. EV. Come, you muſt do’t, Sir. I am vndone elſe, and your _Lady Tayle-buſh_ Has ſent for mee to dinner, and my cloaths Are all at pawne. I had ſent out this morning, Before I heard you were come to towne, ſome twenty 20 Of my epiſtles, and no one returne-- Mere-craft _tells him of his faults_.