Nou. Tis well.
Lilad. Obserue him now.
Nou. Your cause being good, and your proceedings so, [115]
Without corruption; I am your friend,
Speake your desires.
2 Cred. Oh, they are charitable,
The Marshall stood ingag’d vnto vs three,
Two hundred thousand crownes, which by his death
We are defeated of. For which great losse [120]
We ayme at nothing but his rotten flesh,
Nor is that cruelty.
1 Cred. I haue a sonne,
That talkes of nothing but of Gunnes and Armors,
And sweares hee’ll be a soldier, tis an humor
I would diuert him from, and I am told [125]
That if I minister to him in his drinke
Powder, made of this banquerout Marshalls bones,
Provided that the carcase rot aboue ground
’Twill cure his foolish frensie.
Nou. You shew in it
A fathers care. I haue a sonne my selfe, [130]
A fashionable Gentleman and a peacefull:
And but I am assur’d he’s not so giuen,
He should take of it too, Sir what are you?
Char. A Gentleman.
Nou. So are many that rake dunghills.
If you haue any suit, moue it in Court. [135]
I take no papers in corners.
Rom. Yes
As the matter may be carried, and hereby
To mannage the conuayance——Follow him.
Lil. You are rude. I say, he shall not passe.