Mer. Turnings, you meane? I know your Equinocks: You’are growne the better Fathers of ’hem o’ late. 185 Well, where’t muſt goe, ’twill be iudg’d, and, therefore, Looke you’t be right. You ſhall haue fifty pound for’t. Now to Fitz-dottrel. Not a deneer more! And, becauſe you would Haue things diſpatch’d, Sir, I’ll goe preſently, Inquire out this Lady. If you thinke good, Sir. 190 Hauing an hundred pieces ready, you may Part with thoſe, now, to ſerue my kinſmans turnes, That he may wait vpon you, anon, the freer; And take ’hem when you ha’ ſeal’d, a game, of Guilt-head.
Fit. I care not if I do!
Mer. And diſpatch all, 195 Together.
Fit. There, th’are iuſt: a hundred pieces! I’ ha’ told ’hem ouer, twice a day, theſe two moneths.
Hee turnes ’hem out together. And Euerill and hee fall to ſhare.
Mer. Well, go, and ſeale, then, Sr, make your returne As ſpeedy as you can.
Eve. Come gi’ mee.
Mer. Soft, Sir.
Eve. Mary, and faire too, then. I’ll no delaying, Sir. 200
Mer. But, you will heare?