He whiſpers him of a place.
Fit. No, a noble houſe. 15 Pretends to that. I will doe no man wrong.
Mer. Then take one propoſition more, and heare it As paſt exception.
Fit. What’s that?
Mer. To be Duke of thoſe lands, you ſhall recouer; take Your title, thence, Sir, Duke of the Drown’d lands, 20 Or Drown’d-land.
Fit. Ha? that laſt has a good ſound! I like it well. The Duke of Drown’d-land?
Ing. Yes; It goes like Groen-land, Sir, if you marke it.
Mer. I, And drawing thus your honour from the worke, You make the reputation of that, greater; 25 And ſtay’t the longer i’ your name.
Fit. ’Tis true. Drown’d-lands will liue in Drown’d-land!
Mer. Yes, when you Ha’ no foote left; as that muſt be, Sir, one day. And, though it tarry in your heyres, some forty, Fifty deſcents, the longer liuer, at laſt, yet, 30 Muſt thruſt ’hem out on’t: if no quirk in law, Or odde Vice o’ their owne not do’it firſt. Wee ſee thoſe changes, daily: the faire lands, That were the Clyents, are the Lawyers, now: And thoſe rich Mannors, there, of good man Taylors, 35 Had once more wood vpon ’hem, then the yard, By which th’ were meaſur’d out for the laſt purchaſe. [121] Nature hath theſe viciſſitudes. Shee makes No man a ſtate of perpetuety, Sir.