Part 23 (1/2)

If this trade hold, I'll never seek a new.

Welcome, sweet gold: and beggary, adieu.

[Enter Uncle and Father.]

UNCLE.

See, Kester, if you can find the house.

FLOWERDALE.

Who's here? my Uncle, and my man Kester? By the ma.s.s, tis they. How do you, Uncle, how dost thou, Kester? By my troth, Uncle, you must needs lend me some money: the poor gentlewoman my wife, so G.o.d help me, is very sick. I was robbed of the hundred angels you gave me; they are gone.

UNCLE.

Aye, they are gone indeed; come, Kester, away.

FLOWERDALE.

Nay, Uncle, do you hear? good Uncle.

UNCLE.

Out, hypocrite, I will not hear thee speak; Come, leave him, Kester.

FLOWERDALE.

Kester, honest Kester.

FATHER.

Sir, I have nought to say to you. Open the door, Tanikin: thou hadst best lock it fast, for there's a false knave without.

FLOWERDALE.

You are an old lying Rascal, so you are.

[Exit both.]

[Enter Lucy.]

LUCY.

Vat is de matter? Vat be you, yonker?

FLOWERDALE.

By this light, a Dutch Frau: they say they are called kind. By this light, I'll try her.

LUCY.

Vat bin you, yonker? why do you not speak?

FLOWERDALE.

By my troth, sweet heart, a poor gentleman that would desire of you, if it stand with your liking, the bounty of your purse.

[Enter Father.]

LUCY.

O here, G.o.d, so young an armine.

FLOWERDALE.

Armine, sweet-heart? I know not what you mean by that, but I am almost a beggar.