A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, ROBERT EARL OF CARNARVON, MASTER-FALCONER OF ENGLAND. MY GOOD LORD,-Pardon, I beseech you, my boldness, in presuming to shelter this Comedy under the wings of your lordship's favour and protection. I am not ignorant (having never yet deserved you in my service) that it cannot but meet with a severe construction, if, in the clemency of your noble disposition, you fashion not a better defence for me, than I can fancy for myself. All I can allege is, that divers Italian princes, and lords of eminent rank in England, have not disdained to receive and read poems of this nature; nor am I wholly lost in my hopes, but that your honour (who have ever expressed yourself a favourer, and friend to the Muses) may vouchsafe, in your gracious acceptance of this trifle, to give me encouragement to present you with some laboured work, and of a higher strain, hereafter. I was born a devoted servant to the thrice noble family of your incomparable lady, and am most ambitious, but with a becoming distance, to be known to your lordship, which, if you please to admit, I shall embrace it as a bounty, that while I live shall oblige me to acknowledge you for my noble patron, and profess myself to be, Your honour's true servant, PHILIP MASSINGER. Tap. What I was, sir, it skills not: What you are, is apparent: now, for a farewell, Since you talk of father, in my hope it will torment you, I'll briefly tell your story. Your dead father, My quondam master, was a man of worship, Old sir John Wellborn, justice of peace and quoAnd stood fair to be custos rotulorum; [rum; Bore the whole sway of the shire, kept a great house, Relieved the poor, and so forth; but he dying, And the twelve hundred a year coming to you, Late master Francis, but now forlorn WellbornWell. Slave, stop! or I shall lose myself. Froth. Very hardly; You cannot out of your way. Tap. But to my story: You were then a lord of acres, the prime gallant, For a while supplied your looseness, and then left you. Well. Some curate hath penn'd this invective, And you have studied it. [mongrel, Tap. I have not done yet; Your land gone, and your credit not worth a token, You grew the common borrower; no man scaped Your paper-pellets, from the gentleman To the beggars on highways, that sold you switches In your gallantry. Well. I shall switch your brains out. Tap. Where poor Tim Tapwell, with a little stock, Some forty pounds or so, bought a small cottage; Humbled myself to marriage with my Froth here, Gave entertainment- Well. Yes, to whores and canters, Clubbers by night. Tap. True, but they brought in profit, I glean'd from them hath made me in my parish I may allow you thirteen-pence a quarter, Well. Thus, you dog-bolt, And thus [Beats and kicks him. Tap. [To his wife.] Cry out for help! Your potent prince, the constable, shall not save Enter ALLWORTH. Well. "Twill not be granted. All. Hold, for my sake hold. Deny me, Frank! they are not worth your anger. Well. For once thou hast redeem'd them from this sceptre; But let them vanish, creeping on their knees, Froth. This comes of your prating, husband; you presumed On your ambling wit, and must use your glib Though you are beaten lame for't. [tongue, Tap. Patience, Froth; There's law to cure our bruises. [They crawl off on their hands and knees. Well. Sent to your mother? All. My lady, Frank, my patroness, my all! She's such a mourner for my father's death, And, in her love to him, so favours me, That I cannot pay too much observance to her : There are few such stepdames. Well. 'Tis a noble widow, And keeps her reputation pure, and clear All. Even the best of the shire, Frank, I have heard all, and the choice that you have made; And, with my finger, can point out the north star Of Cormorant Overreach? Does it blush and start, All. You are too bitter, sir. Well. Wounds of this nature are not to be cured That there is now, or e'er shall be hereafter, All. This is madness. Will e'er consent to make her thine? Give o'er, And think of some course suitable to thy rank, And prosper in it. All. You have well advised me. But, in the mean time, you, that are so studious Of my affairs, wholly neglect your own: Remember yourself, and in what plight you are. Well. No matter, no matter. All. Yes, 'tis much material: You know my fortune, and my means; yet something I can spare from myself, to help your wants. All. Nay, be not angry; there's eight pieces, To put you in better fashion. Well. Money from thee! From a boy! a stipendiary! one that lives And the uncertain favour of a lord! I'll eat my arms first. Howsoe'er blind Fortune And by this staff of office, that commands you, For one whole week makes forfeiture of his break- Good master steward. Furn. Let him; I'll be angry. Amb. Why, fellow Furnace, 'tis not twelve o'clock yet, Nor dinner taking up; then, 'tis allow'd, Ord. Nay, nay, no wrangling. Furn. Twit me with the authority of the kitchen! At all hours, and all places, I'll be angry; And thus provoked, when I am at my prayers I will be angry. Amb. There was no hurt meant. Furn. I am friends with thee; and yet I will be Ord. With whom? [angry. Furn. No matter whom yet, now I think on it, I am angry with my lady. Watch. Heaven forbid, man! Ord. What cause has she given thee? I was entertained by her to please her palate, Such as might serve for models in the Low Coun- Amb. But you had wanted matter there to work on. Furn. Matter! with six eggs, and a strike of rye meal, I had kept the town till doomsday, perhaps longer. Ord. But what's this to your pet against my lady? Furn. What's this? marry this; when I am three-parts roasted, And the fourth part parboil'd, to prepare her viands, Ord. But your art is seen in the dining-room. By such as pretend love to her; but come Ord. Justice Greedy? Furn. The same, the same: meat's cast away upon him, It never thrives; he holds this paradox, Ord. Her presence answers for us. [Exeunt Waiting-woman and Chambermaid. Furn. You air and air; But will you never taste but spoon-meat more? L. All. Prithee, be not angry; I shall ere long: i' the mean time, there is gold To buy thee aprons, and a summer suit. Furn. I am appeased, and Furnace now grows cool. L. All. And, as I gave directions, if this morn I am visited by any, entertain them I am indisposed. Ord. I shall, madam. L. All. Do, and leave me. Nay, stay you, Allworth. [ing, Does he hold his purpose For the Low Countries? All. Constantly, good madam ; But he will in person first present his service. L. All. And how approve you of his course? you are yet Like virgin parchment, capable of any I will not force your will, but leave you free All. Any form, you please, I will put on; but, might I make my choice, L. All. 'Tis well answer'd, And I commend your spirit: you had a father, Of perfect love between us, to my charge: He was my husband, and howe'er you are not All. I have found you, Most honour'd madam, the best mother to me; And, with my utmost strengths of care and service, Will labour that you never may repent Your bounties shower'd upon me. L. All. I much hope it. These were your father's words: If e'er my son Where all the principles tending to honour All. There's no syllable You speak, but is to me an oracle, L. All. To conclude: Beware ill company, for often men Are like to those with whom they do converse; And, from one man I warn you, and that's Well born: Not 'cause he's poor, that rather claims your pity; And hath to vicious courses sold himself. All. I shall obey in all things. L. All. Follow me to my chamber, you shall have gold To furnish you like my son, and still supplied, All. I am still your creature. SCENE III.—A Hall in the same. [Exeunt. Enter OVERREACH, GREEDY, ORDER, AMBLE, FURNACE, WATCHALL, and MARRALL. Greedy. Not to be seen! Over. Still cloister'd up! Her reason, I hope, assures her, though she make herself Close prisoner ever for her husband's loss, 'Twill not recover him. Ord. Sir, it is her will, Which we, that are her servants, ought to serve, And not dispute: howe'er, you are nobly wel come; And, if you please to stay, that you may think so, Greedy. Is it of the right race? Furn. A stag, sir; part of it prepared for dinAnd baked in puff-paste. Greedy. Puff-paste too! Sir Giles, [ner, A ponderous chine of beef! a pheasant larded! And red deer too, sir Giles, and baked in puffpaste! All business set aside, let us give thanks here. Over. You know we cannot. Mar. Your worships are to sit on a commission, Add if you fail to come, you lose the cause. Greedy. Cause me no causes. I'll prove't, for such a dinner, We may put off a commission: you shall find it Henrici decimo quarto. Over. Fie, master Greedy! Will you lose me a thousand pounds for a dinner? No more, for shame! we must forget the belly, When we think of profit. Greedy. Well, you shall o'er-rule me; I could e'en cry now.-Do you hear, master-cook, Enter WELLBORN, Over. Remember me to your lady. Who have we here? Well. You know me. Over. I did once, but now I will not; Thou art no blood of mine. Avaunt, thou beggar! If ever thou presume to own me more, I'll have thee caged, and whipp'd. Greedy. I'll grant the warrant. Think of pie-corner, Furnace! [Exeunt OVERREACH, GREEDY, and MARRALL. Watch. Will you out, sir? I wonder how you durst creep in. Ord. This is rudeness, And saucy impudence. Amb. Cannot you stay To be serv'd, among your fellows, from the basket, But you must press into the hall? Enter Waiting-woman and Chambermaid. Woman. Foh, what a smell's here! what thing's Cham. A creature [this? Made out of the privy; let us hence, for love's sake, Or I shall swoon. Woman. I begin to faint already. [Exeunt Waiting-woman and Chambermaid. Watch. Will you know your way? Amb. Or shall we teach it you, By the head and shoulders? Well. No; I will not stir; Do you mark, I will not let me see the wretch To carry in a dish, and shift a trencher; Ord. My lady! And women's flattery, are in you no virtues ; Ord. How she starts! Furn. And hardly can keep finger from the eye, To hear him named. L. All. Have you aught else to say? fortune Almost as low as I; want, debts, and quarrels Lay heavy on him: let it not be thought |