Gvi. For better ſecurity, Sir. My ſonne Plutarchus 5 Aſſures me, y’are not worth a groat.
Plv. Pardon me, Father, I said his worſhip had no foote of Land left: And that I’ll iuſtifie, for I writ the deed.
Fit. Ha’ you theſe tricks i’ the citty?
Gvi. Yes, and more. Arreſt this gallant too, here, at my ſuite. 10
Meaning Mere-craft.
Sle. I, and at mine. He owes me for his lodging Two yeere and a quarter.
Mer. Why M. Guilt-head, Land-Lord, Thou art not mad, though th’art Constable Puft vp with th’ pride of the place? Do you heare, Sirs. Haue I deſeru’d this from you two? for all 15 My paines at Court, to get you each a patent.
Gvi. For what?
Mer. Vpo’ my proiect o’ the forkes,
Sle. Forkes? what be they? [162]