Enter four Pesants.
Still I grow heavier, heavier, Heaven defend me;
I'll lye down, and take rest; and goodness guard me.
1 Pes. We have 'scaped to day well; certain if the Out-laws
Had known we had been stirring, we had paid for't.
2 Pes. 'Plague on 'em, they have rob'd me thrice.
3 Pes. And me five times:
Beside they made my Daughter one of us too
An arrant Drum: O, they are the lewdest Rascals,
The Captain such a damn'd piece of iniquitie:
But we are far enough off on 'em, that's the best on't,
They cannot hear.
4. They'le come to me familiarly
And eat up all I have: drink up my wine too,
And if there be a Servant that contents 'em,
Let her keel hold, they'l give her Stowage enough:
We have no Children now, but Thieves, and Outlaws.
The very Brats in their Mothers bellies have their qualities.
They'l steal into the world.
1. Would we had some of 'em here.
2. I, o' that condition we could Master 'em,
They are sturdy knaves.
3. A Devil take their sturdiness,
We can neither keep our wives from 'em nor our States,
We pay the Rent, and they possess the benefit.