I never knew a man take his death so patiently as this Fryar: he was ready to leape off e're the halter was about his necke; and when the Hangman had put on his hempen Tippet, he made such haste to his prayers, as if hee had had another Cure to serve; well, goe whither he will, I'le be none of his followers in haste: And now I thinke on's, going to the execution, a fellow met me with a muschatoes like a Ravens wing, and a Dagger with a hilt like a warming-pan, and he gave me a letter from one Madam Bellamira, saluting me in such sort as if he had meant to make cleane my Boots with his lips; the effect was, that I should come to her house. I wonder what the reason is. It may be she sees more in me than I can find in my selfe: for she writes further, that she loves me ever since she saw me, and who would not requite such love? here's her house, and here she comes, and now would I were gone, I am not worthy to looke upon her.

Gentleman, he flouts me, what gentry can be in a pooreTurke of ten pence? I'le be gone. [Aside.]

Agen, sweet youth; did not you, Sir, bring the sweet youth a letter?

Now am I cleane, or rather fouly out of the way.

I'le goe steale some mony from my Master to make me hansome: [Aside.] Pray pardon me, I must goe see a ship discharg'd.

Nay, I care not how much she loves me;

Sweet Bellamira , would I had my Masters wealth for thy sake.

If 'twere above ground I could, and would have it; but tree hides and buries it up as Partridges doe their egges, under the earth.

By no meanes possible.

I, and such as— Goe to, no more,

I'le make him send me half he has, and glad he scapes so too.

Pen and Inke:

I'le write unto him, we're have mony strait.

Ten hundred thousand crownes, Master Barabas.

Sirra Barabas, send me a hundred crownes.

I charge thee send me three hundredby this bearer, and this shall be your warrant; if you doe not, no more but so.

Otherwise I'le confesse all:—

Vanish and returne in a twinckle.

Hang him, Jew.

And bid the Jeweller come hither too.

Content, but we will leave this paltry land,

And saile from hence to Greece, to lovely Greece,

I'le be thy Jason, thou my golden Fleece;

Where painted Carpets o're the meads are hurl'd,

And Bacchus vineyards over-spread the world:

Where Woods and Forrests goe in goodly greene,

I'le be Adonis, thou shalt be Loves Queene.

The Meads, the Orchards, and the Primrose lanes,

Instead of Sedge and Reed, beare Sugar Canes:

Thou in those Groves, by Dis above,

Shalt live with me and be my love.

How now? hast thou the gold?

But came it freely, did the Cow give down her milk freely?

Rather for feare then love.

The more villaine he to keep me thus:

Here's goodly 'parrell, is there not?

But ten? I'le not leave him worth a gray groat. Give me a Reame of paper, we'll have a kingdome of gold for't.

Sirra Jew, as you love your life send me five hundred crowns, and give the Bearer one hundred. Tell him I must hav't.

And if he aske why I demand so much, tell him, I scorne to write a line under a hundred crownes.

Take thou the mony, spend it for my sake.

That kisse againe; she runs division of my lips. What an eye she casts on me? It twinckles like a Starre.

Oh that ten thousand nights were put in one, That wee might sleepe seven yeeres together afore we wake.