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ILF. Ha!
SIS. Whose substance your enticements did consume.
ILF. Worse than an ague.
SIS. Which as you did believe, so they supposed.
'Twas fitter for yourself than for another To keep the sister, had undone the brother.
ILF. I am gulled, by this hand. An old coneycatcher, and beguiled! where the pox now are my two coaches, choice of houses, several suits, a plague on them, and I know not what! Do you hear, puppet, do you think you shall not be d.a.m.ned for this, to cosen a gentleman of his hopes, and compel yourself into matrimony with a man, whether he will or no with you? I have made a fair match, i'faith: will any man buy my commodity out of my hand? As G.o.d save me, he shall have her for half the money she cost me.
_Enter_ WENTLOE _and_ BARTLEY.
WEN. O, have we met you, sir?
BAR. What, turned micher, steal a wife, and not make your old friends acquainted with it?
ILF. A pox on her, I would you had her!
WEN. Well, G.o.d give you joy! we can hear of your good fortune, now 'tis done, though we could not be acquainted with it aforehand.
BAR. As that you have two thousand pounds a year.
WEN. Two or three manor-houses.
BAR. A wife, fair, rich, and virtuous.
ILF. Pretty, i'faith, very pretty.
WEN. Store of gold.
BAR. Plate in abundance.
ILF. Better, better, better.
WEN. And so many oxen, that their horns are able to store all the cuckolds in your country.
ILF. Do not make me mad, good gentlemen, do not make me mad: I could be made a cuckold with more patience, than endure this.
WEN. Foh! we shall have you turn proud now, grow respectless of your ancient acquaintance. Why, Butler told us of it, who was the maker of the match for you.
ILF. A pox of his furtherance! gentlemen, as you are Christians, vex me no more. That I am married, I confess; a plague of the fates, that wedding and hanging comes by destiny; but for the riches she has brought, bear witness how I'll reward her. [_Kicks her_.
SIS. Sir!
ILF. Wh.o.r.e, ay, and jade. Witch! Ill-faced, stinking-breath, crooked-nose, worse than the devil--and a plague on thee that ever I saw thee!
BAR. A comedy, a comedy!
WEN. What's the meaning of all this? is this the masque after thy marriage!
ILF. O gentlemen, I am undone, I am undone, for I am married! I, that could not abide a woman, but to make her a wh.o.r.e, hated all she-creatures, fair and poor; swore I would never marry but to one that was rich, and to be thus coney-catched! Who do you think this is, gentlemen?
WEN. Why, your wife; who should it be else?
ILF. That's my misfortune; that marrying her in hope she was rich, she proves to be the beggarly sister to the more beggarly Scarborow.
BAR. How?
WEN. Ha, ha, ha!
ILF. Ay, you may laugh, but she shall cry as well as I for't.
BAR. Nay, do not weep.
WEN. He does but counterfeit now to delude us. He has all her portion of land, coin, plate, jewels, and now dissembles thus, lest we should borrow some money of him.
ILF. And you be kind, gentlemen, lend me some; for, having paid the priest, I have not so much left in the world as will hire me a horse to carry me away from her.
BAR. But art thou thus gulled, i'faith?
ILF. Are you sure you have eyes in your head?
WEN. Why, then, [it is] by her brother's setting on, in my conscience; who knowing thee now to have somewhat to take to by the death of thy father, and that he hath spent her portion and his own possessions, hath laid this plot for thee to marry her, and so he to be rid of her himself.
ILF. Nay, that's without question; but I'll be revenged of 'em both.
For you, minx:--nay, 'sfoot, give 'em me, or I'll kick else.
SIS. Good, sweet.
ILF. Sweet with a pox! you stink in my nose, give me your jewels: nay, bracelets too.
SIS. O me most miserable!
ILF. Out of my sight, ay, and out of my doors: for now what's within this house is mine; and for your brother, He made this match in hope to do you good, And I wear this, the[417] which shall draw his blood.
WEN. A brave resolution.
BAR. In which we'll second thee.
[_Exit with_ WENTLOE.
ILF. Away, wh.o.r.e! out of my doors, wh.o.r.e!
[_Exit_.
SIS. O grief, that poverty should have that power to tear Men from themselves, though they wed, bed, and swear.
_Enter_ THOMAS _and_ JOHN SCARBOROW _with_ BUTLER.
THOM. How now, sister?
