Sauny.
Pet.
Sirrah, leave off your Scotch, and speak me English, or something
like it.
Saun.
Gude will I Sir.
Pet.
I think we have Ridden Twenty Miles in Three houres, Sawny
are the Horses well Rubb'd down and Litter'd.
Saun.
Deel O my Saul, Sir, I ne'r Scrub'd my sell better than I Scrub'd
your Naggs.
Pet.
And thou need'st Scrubbing, I'll say that for thee, thou Beastly
Knave; Why do ye not get your self Cur'd of the Mange.
Saun.
S'breed, Sir, I w'ud ne'a be cur'd for a Thousand Pund; there's nea
a Lad in aw Scotland but Loves it; Gude Sawny might hang himsel an it
were not for Scratting and Scubbing.
Pet.
Why so Prethee?
Saun.
When ye gea 'tull a Ladies House ye are Blith and Bonny Sir, and
gat gud Meat, but the Dee'l a bit gat's Sawndy, meere than Hunger and
Cawd, Sir; Ba then, Sir, when aw the Footmen stan still Sir, and ha nothing
to dea, then gees Saundy tul his Pastime, Scratten and Scrubben.
Pet.
Do'st call it Pastime?
Saun.
A my Saul de I Sir; I take as Muckle Pleasure, Sir, in Scratten and
Scrubben, as ye de in Tiplin and Mowing.
Pet.
Nay, if it be so, keep it, and much good may it d'ye. This is my
old Friend Geraldo's Lodgings, for whose sake now I am come to Town, I
hope he's at home; there Sauny, Knock.
Saun.
Wuns, Sir, I see nean to Knock boe' yer ean sel, Sir.
Pet.
Sirrah, I say Knock me soundly at this Gate.
Saun.
Out, Out, in the Muccle Dee'ls Name t' ye; you'l gar me
strike ye, and then ye'l put me a-wau, Sir, with ye'r favour Ise ne're
do't Sir: Gude an ye ne ken when ye an a gued Man, S'breed I wo't when
I've a gued Master, ye's bang yer Sel for Saundy.
Pet.
Rogue, I'll make you understand me.
[Beats him.
Saun.
Gude an yeed give Sawndy ea bang ar twa mere e that place, for
I can ne're come at it to Scrat it my sel Sir.
Pet.
Yes thus, Sir.
Saun.
The Dee'l faw yer Fingers, I may not beat yea o' yee'r e'ne Dunghill,
Sir, bot gin I had yea in Scotland, Is'e ne give yea a Bawbee for your
Luggs.
Enter Geraldo.
Ger.
How now Sauny, What Crying out? Dear Petruchio, most wellcome;
When came you to Town? What Quarrel is this 'twixt you and
Sauny? I pray let me Compose the Difference, and tell me now what happy
Gale drove you to Town, and why in this Habbit? Why in Mourning?
-- 5 --
Pet.
A common Calamity to us young Men, my Father has been Dead
this four Months.
Ger.
Trust me I am sorry, a good old Gentleman.
Saun.
Gee yer gate Sir, ge yer gate, on ye be fow a grief ye'r nea
Friend, Sir, we are blyth and bonny, Sir, we nere woe for't.
Pet.
Sirrah, you long to be basted.
Saun.
Gad do I not, Sir.
Pet.
Hether I come to try my Fortunes, to see if good luck and my
Friends will help me to a Wife; Will you wish me to one?
Ger.
What Qualifications do you look for?
Pet.
Why Money, a good Portion.
Ger.
Is that all?
Pet.
All Man? all other things are in my making.
Ger.
I shall come roundly to you, and wish you to a Rich Wife, but her
Face—
Pet.
That shall break no Squares, a Mask will mend it, wealth is the
burthen of my Wooing Song. If she be Rich, I care not if she want a
Nose or an Eye, any thing with Money.
Saun.
De ye nea gi him Creedit Sir, I wud a halp't him tul a Highland
Lady with Twanty thousand pund; Gude he wud nea have her, Sir.
Pet.
Sirrah, your Twenty thousand Pounds Scotch will make but a
Pittiful English portion.
Saun.
Gude Sir, Bo a Muckle deal of Scotch Punds is as gued as a Little
deale of English Punds.
Ger.
She has nothing like this, but a thing worse, she has a Tongue that
keep's more Noise then all that ever Mov'd at Billingsgate.
Pet.
Pish, a triffle; Where lives she? I long to be Wooing her, let
me alone with her Tongue, I'me in Love with the new's of it, who is't?
who is't? I'm resolv'd for her or Nobody.
Ger.
But look before you Leap, Sir, and say you were warn'd.
Saun.
Out, out, he can nea break his Cragg upon her, Gude an ye'd
venter your bonny Lass, Ise venter my bonna Lad at her, Sir.
Ger.
Her Father is the brave Noble Beaufoy, her Name Margaret, fam'd
about Town for a Vixen.
Pet.
The Town's an Ass, come prithee shew me the House, I will not
sleep 'till I see her, I know her Father. Nay, I am resolv'd man, come
prithee come.
Saun
Wun's man an she be a Scawd, awaw with her, awaw with her, and
Johnee Johnstons Curse go with Her.
Ger.
Prethee what's that?
Saun.
That is, the Deel creep into her weem t'ith very bottome on't
that's to the Croone gued faith of her head.
Ger.
Well Sir, if you are resolv'd, I'll wait on you; to say the truth,
'twill be my great advantage, for if you win her, I shall have liberty to see
her younger Sister sweet Biancha, to whose fair Eyes I am a Votary, and
you in order to my Love Petruchio must help me, I'll tell you why, and
how you must prefer me as a Musick-Master to old Beaufoy.
-- 6 --
Pet.
I understand you not.
Saun.
He'd ha ye make him her Piper, Sir, gued at ye'd make Sawndy
her Piper, wun's Ide sea blea her Pipe.
Pet.
Sirrah be quiet, what I can I'll serve you in; But who comes here
Geraldo?
Enter Woodall and Winlove Disguis'd.
Ger.
'Tis Mr. Woodall, a rich old Citizen, and my Rival: Hark.
Saun.
Out, out, What sud an awd Carle do with a young bonny Lass,
are ye not an Aud theif, Sir.
Wood.
How!
Saun.
Are ye not an Aud Man, Sir?
Wood.
Yes marry am I, Sir.
Saun.
And are not ye to Marry a young Maiden?
Wood.
Yes, What then?
Saun.
And are not ye troubled with a sear griefe, Sir?
Wood.
A sear grief, what sear grief?
Saun.
Your troubled with a great weakness i'th' bottome of your Bally,
what sid yea dea with a young Maiden? Out, out, out.
Wood.
You understand me, your French Books treat most of Love; those
use her too, and now and then you may urge something of my Love and
Merit? besides her Fathers bounty, you shall find me Liberal.
Win.
Mounsier, me will tell her the very fine ting of you, me vill make
her Love you whether she can or noe?
VVood.
Enough, Peace, here's Geraldo, your servant Sir, I am just going
to Sir Nicholas Beaufoy to carry him this Gentleman, a Frenchman, most
Eminent for teaching his Country Language.
Ger.
I have a Master for Biancha too, but waving that, I have some
news to tell you, I have found out a Friend that will Woo Margaret, What
will you contribute, for he must be hir'd to't?
VVood.
Why I will give him forty Peeces in hand, and when he has
don't, I'll double the Sum.
Ger.
Done, Sir, I'll undertake it.
Saun.
S'breed Sir, I'se gat it done muckle Cheaper, for twanty Punds I'se
dea it my Sel.
Ger.
Come, down with your Money, and the Bargain's made.
VVood.
But if He shud not do it, I don't care for throwing away so
much Money.
Ger.
If he don't I'll undertake he shall refund.
VVood.
Why then here's ten Pieces, and that Ring I'll pawn to you for
'nother Forty, 'tis worth a Hundred; But doe's the Gentleman know her
Qualities?
Pet.
I Sir, and they are such as I am fond on; I wou'd not be hir'd for
any thing, to Woo a person of another Humour.
Enter Tranio brave, and Jamy.
Tran.
Save you Gentlemen; Pray which is the way to Sir Nicholas
Beaufoy's House?
-- 7 --
VVood.
Why Sir, what's your Business there? you pretend not to be a
Servant to either of his Daughters, d' ye?
Tran.
You are something blunt in your Questions, perhaps I do.
Pet.
Not her that Chides, on any hand I pray.
Tran.
I Love no Chiders; come Jamy.
Ger.
Pray stay Sir, Is it the other?
Tran.
May be it is, Is it any offence?
VVood.
Yes 'tis Sir, she is my Mistriss.
Ger.
I must tell you Sir, she is my Mistriss too.
Tran.
And I must tell you both she is my Mistriss; Will that content
you? nay never frown for the Matter.
Saun.
And I mun tell ye all, there's little hopes for Saundy then.
VVin.
The Rogue does it rarely.
Pet.
Nay, nay, Gentleman, no Quarrelling, unless it were to the purpose:
Have you seen this young Lady Sir?
Tran.
No Sir: but I'm in Love with her Character. They say she has a
Sister moves like a Whirlwind.
Pet.
Pray spare your Description Sir; that Furious Lady is my Mistriss;
and till I have Married her, Biancha is Invisible; her Father has Sworn it,
and, till then, you must all move Forty foot off.
Tran.
I thank you for your Admonition; I should have lost my Labour
else; and since you are to do all of us the Favour, I shall be glad to be
numbred among your Servants Sir.
Pet.
You will honour me to accept of me for yours. But pray Sir let
me know who obliges me with this Civility?
Tran.
My Name is VVinlove, Sir, a VVorstershire Gentleman; where I
have something, an Old Man's Death will Intitle me to, not inconsiderable.
Come, Gentlemen, let's not fall out, at least till the Fair Biancha's
at Liberty; Shall we go sit out half an hour at the Tavern, and Drink
her Health?
Saun.
Do my Bearns; and I'se Drink with ye to Countenance ye.
Pet.
I, I, agreed; Come, and then I'll to my Mistriss.
Saun.
Gude these Lades are o' Saundyes Mind, they'l lather take a
Drink, nor Fight.
[Exeunt.
Enter Margaret and Biancha.
Marg.
Marry come up Proud Slut, Must you be making your self Fine
before your Elder Sister? You are the Favourite you are, but I shall make
you know your Distance; Give me that Necklace, and those Pendants, I'll
have that Whisk too, there's an old Handkercheif good enough for you.
Bianc.
Here, take 'em, Sister, I resign 'em freely, I wou'd give you all I
have to Purchase your Kindness.
Marg.
You Flattering Gypsie, I cou'd find in my Heart to Slit your Dissembling
Tongue; Come, tell me and without Lying, which of your Sutors
you Love best? Tell me, or I'll beat you to Clouts, and Pinch thee
like a Fary.
Bian.
Believe me, Sister, of all Men alive, I never saw that Particular
Face which I cou'd Fancy more than another.
-- 8 --
Marg.
Huswife you Lye; and I could find in my Heart to Dash thy
Teeth down thy Throat; I know thou Lov'st Geraldo.
Bian.
If you Affect him Sister, I Vow to plead for you my self, but you
shall have him.
Marg.
O then belike you fancy Riches more, you Love Old VVoodall.
Bian.
That Old Fool: Nay now I see you but Jested with me all this
while; I know you are not Angry with me.
Marg.
If this be Jest, then all the rest is so: I'll make ye tell me e're
I have done with you Gossip.
Enter Beaufoy.
Beau.
Why now now Dame, Whence grows this Insolence? Biancha
get thee in my Poor Girle; She Weeps; Fye, Peg, put off this Devillish
Humour; Why dost thou Cross thy Tender Innocent Sister? When did
she Cross thee with a Bitter Word?
Marg.
Her Silence Flouts me, and I'll be Reveng'd.
[Flyes at Biancha.
Beau.
What in my sight too? You scurvy Ill-natur'd Thing: Go, poor
Biancha, get thee out of her way.
[Exit.
Marg.
What will you not suffer me; nay, now I see she is your Treasure;
She must have a Husband; and I Dance Bare-foot on her Wedding-Day:
And for your Love to her, lead Apes in Hell. I see your care of
me, I'll go and cry till I can find a way to be quit with her.
Exit.
Beau.
Was ever poor Man thus plagu'd?
Enter Woodall with Winlove Disguis'd, with Jamy carrying a Lute and Books, and Tranio.
How now who'se here?
VVood.
Sir your Servant, I am bold to wait on you to present you this
Gentleman, an Acute teacher of the French Tongue, his Name's Mounsieur
Mawgier, pray accept his service.
Beau.
I am your debtor Sir, Mounsieur you'r wellcome.
VVin.
Me give you humble thanks Sir.
Beau.
But what Gentleman is that?
VVood.
I don't love him so well to tell you his Errant, but he wou'd
come along with me, you had best ask him.
Tran.
I beg your Pardon for my Intrusion, we heard your Fair and
Virtuos Daughter Biancha, prais'd to such a height of Wonder, Fame has
already made me her Servant; I've heard your Resolution not to Match her
till her Eldest Sister be bestow'd, mean while I beg Admittance like the rest
to keep my hopes alive; this Lute Sir, and these few French Romances I
wou'd Dedicate to her Service.
Beau.
Sir you oblige me, Pray your Name?
Tran.
'Tis VVinlove, Son and Heir to Sir Lyonell VVinlove.
Beau.
My noble Friend, he has been my School-fellow; for his sake you
are most kindly welcome, you shall have all the freedome I can give you.
Enter Sauny and Geraldo Disguis'd.
Saun.
Hand in hand, Sir, I'se go tell him my sel. Whare is this Laird?
Beau.
Here, Sir, What wou'd you have, what are you?
Saun.
Marry I'se ean a bonny Scot, Sir.
Beau.
A Scotchman is that all?
-- 9 --
Saun.
Wun's wud ye have me a Cherub? I ha brought ye a small teaken
Sir.
Beau.
But d'ye hear you Scot, don't you use to put off your Cap to your
betters?
Saun.
Marry we say in Scotland Gead Mourn til ye for aw the day and
sea put on our bonnets again, Sir; Bud Sir, I ha brought ye a Teaken.
Beau.
To me, where is't; from whence is your Teaken?
Saun.
Marry from my good Master Petruchio, Sir; he has sen ye a Piper
to teach your Bonny Lasses to Pipe, but gin yet let Sauny teach 'em? I'se
pipe 'em sea Whim—Whum, their Arses shall nere leave giging and
joging while their's a Tooth in their head.
Beau.
Petruchio! I remember him now, How does thy Master?
Saun.
Marry Sir, he means to make one of your Lasses his Wanch, tha
is his Love and his Ligby.
Beau.
You are a Sawcy Rogue.
Saun.
Gud wull a Sir, he'll tak your Lass with a Long Tang that the Deel
and Saundy wun a venter on, but he's here his aun sel, Sir.
Enter Petruchio.
Pet.
Your most humble Servant.
Beau.
Noble Petruchio welcome, I thank you for your kindness to my
Daughters. Within there.
Enter Servant.
Conduct these Gentlemen to my Daughters, tell 'em these are both
to be their Masters, bid 'em use 'em Civily; take in that Lute, and those
Books there, Petruchio I hear you have lost your Father lately.
Pet.
'Tis true, but I hope to find another in you; in short I hear you
have a fair Daughter call'd Margaret, the World says she is a Shrew; But
I think otherwise, you know my Fortune, if you like my Person, with your
Consent, I'll be your Son-in-Law.
Beau.
I have such a Daughter, but I so much Love you, I would not put
her into your hands, she'll make you mad.
Saun.
Gud he's as mad as heart can wish, Sir, he need nea halp, Sir.
Pet.
I'll venture it Father, so I'll presume to call ye; I'm as Peremptory,
as she's Proud-minded: and where two Rageing fires meet together they
do consume the thing that feed's their fury; my Fathers Estate I have
better'd, not imbezell'd, then tell me, if I can get your Daughters Love,
What Portion you will give?
Beau.
After my Death the Moiety of my Estate, and on the Wedding
day Three Thousand Pounds.
Pet.
And I'll assure her Jointure answerable; get Writings drawn, I'll
warrant you I'll carry the Wench.
Beau.
Fair Luck betide you.
-- 10 --
Enter Geraldo Bleeding.
How now Man, What's the matter? Will my Daughter be a good
Lutanist?
Ger.
She'll prove a better Cudgel Player, Lutes will not hold her.
Beau.
Why then thou canst not break her to thy Lute.
Ger.
No, but she has broke the Lute to me; I did but tell her she
mistook her fretts, and bow'd her head to teach her Fingrings, Fretts call
you these, (quoth she) and I'll frett with you, so fairly took me o're the
Pate with the Lute, and set me in the Pillory; and follow'd it with loud
Volly's of Rogue, Rascal, Fidler, Jack, Puppy, and such like.
Pet.
Now by the World I Love her ten times more than er'e I did.
Saun.
Gud, bo the De'll a bit ye's wad her Sir, Wun's I'se nea gi twa
Pence for my Luggs gin you make her yer Bride.
Pet.
I'll warrant you Sauny, we'll deal with her well enough.
Beau.
Well Sir, I'll make you Reperation, proceed still with my
youngest Daughter, she's apt to Learn; Petruchio will you go with us, or
shall I send my Daughter to you?
Pet.
Pray do Sir, and I'll attend her here.
Exeunt Manut. Pet. Saun.
Saun.
Gud at ge gi Saundy a little Siller to gea to Scotland agen.
Pet.
Why Sauny, I have not us'd thee so unkindly.
Saun.
Gud I'se nea tarry with a Scauding Quean Sir, yet the Dee'l faw
my Luggs, if Ise ken which is worse, to tarry and venture my Cragg, or gea
heam to Scotland.
Enter Margaret.
Pet.
Peace Sirrah, here she comes; now for a Rubbers at Cuffs. O
Honey Pretty Peg, how dos't thou do Wench?
Marg.
Marry come up Ragmanners, Plain Peg? Where were you
bred? I am call'd Mrs. Margaret.
Pet.
No, no, thou ly'st Peg, thou'rt call'd plain Peg, and Bonny Peg,
and sometimes Peg the Curst, take this from me; Hearing thy Wildness
prais'd in every Town, thy Virtues Sounded and thy Beauty spoke off:
my self am mov'd to take thee for my Wife.
Marg.
I knew at first you were a Moveable.
Pet.
Why what's a Moveable.
Marg.
A Joint Stool.
Pet.
Thou hast hit it Peg, come sit upon me.
Marg.
Asses were made to bear, and so were you.
Pet.
Why now I see the World has much abus'd thee, 'twas told me
thou wert rough and Coy, and Sullen, but I do find thee pleasant, Mild
and Curteous; Thou can'st not frown, nor Pout, nor bite the Lip as
angry wenches do. Thou art all sweetness.
-- 11 --
Marg.
Do not Provoke me, I won't stand still and here my self
abus'd.
Pet.
What a Rogue was that told me thou wert Lame, thou art as
streight as an Osier! and as Plyable, O what a rare walk's there! why
there's a gate puts down the King of Frances best great Horse.
Saun.
And the King of Scotland's tea.
Pet.
Where did'st then Learn the grand Paw Peg? It becomes thee
rarely.
Marg.
Doe's it so sawcebox? how will a halter become you with a running
knot under one Ear?
Pet.
Nay, no knot Peg, but the knot of Matrimony 'twixt thee and
me, we shall be an Excellent Mad Couple well match'd
Marg.
I match'd to thee? what to such a fellow with such a Gridiron
face; with a Nose set on like a Candels end stuck against a Mud wall; and
a Mouth to eat Milk Porridge with Ladles? Foh, it almost turns my
Stomach to look on't.
Saun.
Gud an your Stomach wamble to see his Face, What will ye dea
when ye see his Arse Madam.
Marg.
Marry come up Abberdeen, take that [hits him a box on the Ear.]
and speak next when it comes to your turn.
Saun.
S'breed the Deel tak a gripe O yer faw fingers and Driss your
Doublat for ye.
Pet.
Take heed Peg, Sauny's a Desperate Fellow.
Marg.
You'r a couple of Logger heads Master and Man, that I can
tell you.
Pet.
Nay, nay, Stay Peg, for all this I do like thee, and I mean to have
thee, in truth I am thy Servant.
Marg.
Aye you, why then I'll give you a favour, and thus I'll tye it on,
there's for you. [beats him.]
Saun.
Out, out, I'se gea for Scotland, Gud an she beat ye Saundy's a
Dead Man.
Pet.
I'll swear I'll cuff you, if you Strike agen.
Marg.
That's the way to loose your Armes, if you strike a Woman,
you are no Gentleman.
Pet.
A Herald Peg? Prithee Blazon my Coat.
Marg.
I know not your Coat, but your Crest is a Coxcombe.
[offers to go away.
Pet.
Stop her Sirrah, stop her.
Saun.
Let her gea her gate Sir, an e'n twa Deels and a Scotch wutch,
blaw her weeme full of Wind.
Pet.
Stay her Sirrah, stay her, I say.
Saun.
S'breed Sir, stay her yer sen, but hear ye Sir, an her tale gea as
fast as her tang, Gud ye ha meet with a Whupster, Sir.
Pet.
Prethee Peg stay, and I'll talk to thee in Earnest.
Marg.
You may pump long enough er'e you get out a wise word,
get a Night Cap to keep your brains warm.
-- 12 --
Pet.
I mean thou shalt keep me warm in thy Bed Peg, What think'st thou
of that Peg? in plain terms without more ado I have your Fathers Consent,
your Portions agreed upon, your Joynture settled, and for your own
part, be willing or unwilling all's one, you I will marry, I am resolv'd on't.
Marg.
Marry come up Jack a Lent, without my Leave?
Pet.
A Rush for your Leave, here's a Clutter with a troublesom Woman,
rest you contented, I'll have it so.
Marg.
You shall be bak'd first, you shall; within there, ha!
Pet.
Hold, get me a Stick there Sauny; by this hand, deny to Promise
before your Father, I'll not Leave you a whole rib, I'll make you do't and
be glad on't.
Marg.
Why you will not Murther me Sirrah? you are a couple of
Rascals, I don't think, but you have pickt my Pockets.
Saun.
I'se sooner pick your tang out O' your head, nor pick your
Pocket.
Pet.
Come leave your idle prating, have you I will or no man ever shall,
whoever else attempts it his throat will I Cut, before he lyes one night
with thee, it may be thine too for company; I am the Man am born to
tame thee Peg.
Enter Beaufoy, Woodal and Tranio.
Here comes your Father, never make denial, if you do, you know what
follows.
Marg.
The Devil's in this fellow, he has beat me at my own Weapon,
I have a good mind to marry him to try if he can Tame me.
Beau.
Now Petruchio, how speed you with my Daughter.
Pet.
How but well, it were Impossible I shou'd speed amiss, 'tis the best
Naturd'st Lady—
Beau.
Why how now Daughter, in your Dumps?
Marg.
You shew a Fathers care indeed to Match me with this mad
Hectoring Fellow.
Pet.
She has been abus'd Father, most unworthily, she is not Curst unless
for Pollicy; for Patience, a second Grizel; betwixt us we have so
agreed, the Wedding is to be on Thursday next.
Saun.
Gud Saundy's gea for a Scotland a Tuesday then.
Wood.
Heark Petruchio, shee says shee'll see you hang'd first, is this your
speeding? I shall make you refund.
Pet.
Pish, that's but a way she has gotten, I have Wood her, Won her,
and shee's my own; we have made a bargin that before Company she
shall maintain a little of her Extravagant Humour, for she must not seem
to fall off from't too soon; when we are alone, we are the kindest,
Lovingst, tenderst Chickins to one another! Pray Father provide the Feast,
and bid the Guests, I must home to settle some things, and fetch some
Writings in order to her Joynture.—Farewel Gallants, give me thy
hand Peg.
-- 13 --
Beau.
I knot not what to say, but give me your hands, send you Joy;
Petruchio, 'tis a Match.
Wood. Tran.
Amen say we, we all are Witnesses.
Marg.
Why Sir de' ye mean to Match me in spight of my Teeth?
Pet.
Nay, peace Peg, Peace, thou needst not be pevish before these, 'tis
only before strangers according to our bargain; Come Peg, thou shalt go
see me take horse, farewel Father.
Marg
As I live I will not.
Pet.
By this Light but you shall; nay, no testy tricks, away.
Exeunt.
Saun.
Gud I'se be your Lieutenant and bring up your reer Madam.
Exit.
Wood.
Was ever match clapt up so suddingly?
Beau.
Faith Gentlemen, I have ventur'd madly on a Desperate
Mart.
VVood.
But now Sir, as to your younger Daughter, you may remember
my long Love and Service.
Tran.
I hope I may (without Arrogance Sir,) beg you to look on me
as a Person of more Merit.
Beau.
Content ye Gentlemen, I'll compound this strife, 'tis Deeds not
Words must win the Prize; I love you both, but he that can assure my
Daughter the Noblest Joynture has her, What say you Sir?
VVood.
I'll make it out my Estate is worth De clara, full Twenty Thousand
Pounds, besides some ventures at Sea, and all I have, at my Disease I give
her.
Tran.
Is that all Sir? Alas 'tis too Light Sir, I am my Fathers
Heir, and only Son, and his Estate is worth Three thousand pound
per Annum; that will aford a Joynture answerable to her Portion;
no Debts, nor Incumbrances, No Portions to be paid—have I nip't
you, Sir.
Beau.
I must confess your offer is the best, and let your Father make her
this assureance, she is your own, else you must pardon me, if you should
dye before him, where's her Power?
Tran.
That's but a Cavel, hee's old, I young.
Wood.
And may not young men dye as well as old, have I nip't you there
again?
Beau.
Well, Gentlemen, I am thus resolv'd, on Thursday my Daughter
Peg is to be Married; the Thursday following Biancha's yours, if you make
this Assurance; if not, Mr. Woodall has her; and so I take my Leave, and
thank you both.
[Exit.
Wood.
Sir, your Servant; Now I fear you not: Alas, Young Man,
your Father is not such a Fool, to give you all, and in his waining Age, set
footing under your Table; You may go Whistle for your Mistriss, ha, ha,
ha.
[Exit.
Tranio.
A Vengance on your Crafty Wither'd Hide. Yet 'tis in my
head to do my Master good: I see no reason why this suppos'd young
VVinlove should not get a suppos'd Father, call'd, Sir Lyonell VVinlove, and
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that's a wonder, Fathers commonly get their Children, but here the Case
must be alter'd.
Love Brings such Prodigies as these to Town,
For that, at Best, turns all things upside Down.
[Exit.
John Lacey [1698], Sauny the Scott: or, the Taming of the Shrew: a comedy. As it is now acted at the Theatre-Royal. Written by J. Lacey, Servant to His Majesty. And Never before Printed (Printed and Sold by E. Whitlock [etc.], London) [word count] [S32400].
