A Trick, I., 2: Witgood. Thou knowest I have a wealthy uncle, i' th' city, somewhat the wealthier for my follies.
A Trick, I., 3: Hoard. Thou that canst defeat thy own nephew, Lucre, lay his lands into bonds, and take the extremity of thy kindred's forfeitures.
A New Way, I., 1, 48:
Tapwell. Which your uncle, Sir Giles Overreach, observing
(Resolving not to lose a drop of them)
On foolish mortgages, statutes, and bonds,
For a while supplied your looseness, and then left you.
II., 1, 81:
Overreach. And 'tis my glory, though I come from the city,
To have their issue whom I have undone,
To kneel to mine as bondslaves.
A Trick, II., 1: Lucre. You've a fault, nephew; you're a stranger here; well, heaven give you joy.
A New Way, III., 2, 276:
Overreach. My nephew!
He has been too long a stranger; faith you have!
Pray, let it be mended.
A Trick, III., 1: I would forswear ... muscadine and eggs at midnight.