FLOWERDALE.
His will! have you his will?
FATHER.
Yes, sir, and in the presence of your Uncle
I was willed to deliver it.
UNCLE. I hope, cousin, now God hath blessed you with wealth, you will not be unmindful of me.
FLOWERDALE. I’ll do reason, Uncle, yet, yfaith, I take the denial of this ten pound very hardly.
UNCLE.
Nay, I denied you not.
FLOWERDALE.
By God, you denied me directly.
UNCLE.
I’ll be judged by this good fellow.
FATHER.
Not directly, sir.
FLOWERDALE. Why, he said he would lend me none, and that had wont to be a direct denial, if the old phrase hold. Well, Uncle, come, we’ll fall to the Legacies: (reads) ‘In the name of God, Amen. Item, I bequeath to my brother Flowerdale three hundred pounds, to pay such trivial debts as I owe in London. Item, to my son Matt Flowerdale, I bequeath two bale of false dice; Videlicet, high men and low men, fullomes, stop cater traies, and other bones of function.’ Sblood, what doth he mean by this?
UNCLE.
Proceed, cousin.