Eve. We then aduiſe the party, if he be A man of meanes, and hauings, that forth-with, He ſettle his eſtate: if not, at leaſt That he pretend it. For, by that, the world 135 Takes notice, that it now is a Dependance. And this we call, Sir, Publication.
Fit. Very ſufficient! After Publication, now?
Eve. Then we grant out our Proceſſe, which is diuers; Eyther by Chartell, Sir, or ore-tenus, 140 Wherein the Challenger, and Challengee Or (with your Spaniard) your Prouocador, And Prouocado, haue their ſeuerall courſes—
Fit. I haue enough on’t! for an hundred pieces? Yes, for two hundred, vnder-write me, doe. 145 Your man will take my bond?
Mer. That he will, ſure. But, theſe ſame Citizens, they are ſuch ſharks! There’s an old debt of forty, I ga’ my word For one is runne away, to the Bermudas, And he will hooke in that, or he wi’ not doe. 150
He whiſpers Fitz-dottrell aſide.
Fit. Why, let him. That and the ring, and a hundred pieces, Will all but make two hundred?
Mer. No, no more, Sir. What ready Arithmetique you haue? doe you heare? And then Guilt-head. A pretty mornings worke for you, this? Do it, You ſhall ha’ twenty pound on’t.
Gvi. Twenty pieces? [135] 155
(Plv. Good Father, do’t)