ssue to one father!

BUT. And he was an honest gentleman.

JOHN. Whose hopes were better than the son he left
Should set so soon unto his house's shame.
He lives in taverns, spending of his wealth,
And here his brothers and distressed sister,
Not having any means to help us with.

THOM. Not a Scots baubee (by this hand) to bless us with.

JOHN. And not content to riot out his own,
But he detains our portions, suffers us
In this strange air, open to every wrack,
Whilst he in riot swims to be in lack.

BUT. The more's the pity.

SIS. I know not what in course to take me to;
Honestly I fain would live, what shall I do?

BUT. Sooth, I'll tell you; your brother hath hurt us; we three will hurt
you, and then go all to a 'spital together.

SIS. Jest not at her whose burden is too grievous,
But rather lend a means how to relieve us.

BUT. Well, I do pity you, and the rather because you say you would fain
live honest, and want means for it; for I can tell you 'tis as strange
here to see a maid fair, poor, and honest, as to see a collier with a
clean face. Maids here do live (especially without maintenance)
Like mice going to a trap,
They nibble long, at last they get a clap.
Your father was my good benefactor, and gave me a house whilst I live
to put my head in: I would be loth then to see his only daughter, for
want of means, turn punk. I have a drift to keep you honest, have you a
care to keep yourself so: yet you shall not know of it, for women's
tongues are like sieves, they will hold nothing they have power to vent.
You two will further me?

JOHN. In anything, good honest Butler.

THOM. If't be to take a purse, I'll be one.

BUT. Perhaps thou speakest righter than thou art aware of. Well, as
chance is, I have received my wages; there is forty shillings for you,
I'll set you in a lodging, and till you hear from us, let that provide
for you: we'll first to the surgeon's.

To keep you honest, and to keep you brave,
For once an honest man will turn a knave.

[_Exeunt_.

_Enter_ SCARBOROW, _having a boy carrying a torch
with him_: ILFORD, WENTLOE, _and_ BARTLEY.

SCAR. Boy, bear the torch fair: now am I armed to fight with a windmill,
and to take the wall of an emperor; much drink, no money: a heavy head
and a light pair of heels.

WEN. O, stand, man.

SCAR. I were an excellent creature to make a punk of; I should down with
the least touch of a knav