_Lew._ But are y' in earnest? _Ang._ Yes, beleeve me father,
You shall nere choose for me, y'are old and dim Sir,
And th' shaddow of the earth ecclips'd your judgement,
Y'have had your time without controwle deare father,
And you must give me leave to take mine now Sir.
_Bri._ This is the last time of asking, Will you set your hand to?
_Cha._ This is the last time of answering, I will never.
_Bris._ Out of my doores. _Char._ Most willingly. _Miram._ He shall Jew,
Thou of the Tribe of _Man-y-asses_ Coxcombe,
And never trouble thee more till thy chops be cold foole.
_Ang._ Must I be gone too? _Lew._ I will never know thee.
_Ang._ Then this man will; what fortune he shall run, father,
Bee't good or bad, I must partake it with him.
_Enter_ Egremont.
When shall the Masque begins? _Eust._ Tis done alreadie,
All, all, is broken off, I am undone friend,
My brother's wise againe, and has spoil'd all,
Will not release the land, has wone the Wench too.
_Egre._ Could he not stay till th' Masque was past? W'are ready.
What a skirvie trick's this? _Mir._ O you may vanish,
Performe it at some Hall, where the Citizens wives
May see't for six pence a peece, and a cold supper.
Come let's goe _Charles_; And now my noble Daughter,
Ile sell the tiles of my house ere thou shall want Wench.
Rate up your dinner Sir, and sell it cheape,
Some younger brother will take 't up in commodities.
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