_Capt_. Take it, h'as overbidden by the Sun: bind him to his bargain
quickly.
_Young Lo_. Come strike me luck with earnest, and draw the writings.
_More_. There's a Gods peny for thee.
_Sav_. Sir for my old Masters sake let my Farm be excepted, if I become
his Tenant I am undone, my Children beggers, and my Wife God knows what:
consider me dear Sir.
_More_. I'le have all or none.
_Young Lo_. All in, all in: dispatch the writings. [_Exit with Com._
_Wid_. Go, thou art a pretty forehanded fellow, would thou wert wiser.
_Sav_. Now do I sensibly begin to feel my self a Rascal; would I could
teach a School, or beg, or lye well, I am utterly undone; now he that
taught thee to deceive and cousen, take thee to his mercy; so be it.
[_Exit_ Savil.
_More_. Come Widow come, never stand upon a Knight-hood, 'tis a meer paper
honour, and not proof enough for a Serjeant. Come, Come, I'le make thee--
_Wid_. To answer in short, 'tis this Sir. No Knight no Widow, if you make
me any thing, it must be a Lady, and so I take my leave.
_More_. Farewel sweet Widow, and think of it.
_Wid_. Sir, I do more than think of it, it makes me dream Sir. [_Ex._ Wid.
_More_. She's rich and sober, if this itch were from her: and say I be at
the charge to pay the Footmen, and the Trumpets, I and the Horsemen too,
and be a Knight, and she refuse me then; then am I hoist into the subsidy,
and so by consequence should prove a Coxcomb: I'le have a care of that.
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