Enter Sir Richard [and] Lady.

Sir Rich.  Sir Francis, I am sorrie the violence of my affaires wonot let me entertaine you to my wishes.  Pray honour us with your presence in the Countrey, if you can dispence with your employments, when I shall satisfie for this haste of my departure.

Sir Fr.  I shall attend you, Sir, and present a kinsman of mine to this virgin Ladie:  he is like to be Master of no narrow fortune.  It was my busines at this tyme only to prepare his accesse.

Sir Rich.  He shall have my vote for your sake, Sir Francis.  Come, Madam.

Sir Fr.  Ile waite upon you to the Coach and take my leave.

Un.  Sweet Mistresse Doritye.

[Exeunt.

Act the Second.

Enter Captaine Sackburie, reading a Letter, and Thomas.

Capt.  Hum—­hum—­Where’s the gold?

Tho.  Here, Sir; one, two, three, fowre, and five.

Cap.  Thou hast learnd the Cinque pace[235], Tho:  is the gold weight?

Tho.  I hope so, Sir.

Cap.  Hum—­into the Country;—­thou hast a horse, too?

Tho.  Not about me, Sir, but he is ready, all but brideling and sadling, at our Inne, Captaine.  My master sayes you shalbe troubled with no horse but his.

Cap.  Why, is he lame?

Tho.  What? Truehunt, the black nag with three white feete? he lame?  You meane that I ride upon my selfe.

Cap.  Hum,—­’make hast as you will preserve the reputation of your true friend and servant:’—­so, so—­Comend me to him, Thomas; I wonot faile to visit him.

Tho.  You may demand the Nag, if you ask for Humfrey the Ostler, by the same token he has bin there this foure dayes and had but one peck of provender.

Cap.  Enough I wonot faile, I say.  Farewell, honest Tom a Lincolne, farewell:  comend me to the traind band.

Tho.  Pray doe not fall a drinking and forgett it:  bu’oy[236], noble
Captaine.
             [Exit.

Enter Mr. Courtwell.

Cap.  My expectation of the Lawz well mett!

Cou.  I am glad to see you, Captaine.

Cap.  Is thy sight perfect? 
Thy poring upon statutes and booke cases
Makes me suspecte.  But dost thou thinke to bee
A Dominus factotum on the Bench,
And be a Civill Lawyer?

Cou.  You are merry.

Cap.  Tis more then thou hast been this twelvemonth:  th’ast
Lost thy Complexion with too much study. 
Why, thou shalt be an heire and rule the rost
Of halfe a shire, and thy father would but Dye once;
Come to the Sizes with a band of Janisaries
To equall the Grand Signor, all thy tenants,
That shall at their owne charge make themselves fine