Bris. Out of my doores. Char. Most willingly. Miram. He shall Jew, Thou of the Tribe of Man-y-asses Coxcombe, And never trouble thee more till thy chops be cold foole.
Ang. Must I be gone too? Lew. I will never know thee.
Ang. Then this man will; what fortune he shall run, father, Bee't good or bad, I must partake it with him.
Enter Egremont.
When shall the Masque begins? Eust. Tis done alreadie,
All, all, is broken off, I am undone friend,
My brother's wise againe, and has spoil'd all,
Will not release the land, has wone the Wench too.
Egre. Could he not stay till th' Masque was past? W'are ready.
What a skirvie trick's this? Mir. O you may vanish,
Performe it at some Hall, where the Citizens wives
May see't for six pence a peece, and a cold supper.
Come let's goe Charles; And now my noble Daughter,
Ile sell the tiles of my house ere thou shall want Wench.
Rate up your dinner Sir, and sell it cheape,
Some younger brother will take 't up in commodities.
Send you joy, Nephew Eustace, if you studie the Law,
Keep your great pippin-pies, they'l goe far with ye.
Cha. Ide have your blessing. Bri. No, no, meet me no more, Farewell, thou wilt blast mine eyes else. Cha. I will not.
Lew. Nor send not you for Gownes. Ang. Ile weare course flannel first.
Bri. Come let's goe take some counsel. Lew. Tis too late.
Bri. Then stay and dine, It may be we shall vexe 'em. Exeunt.