Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Charles Bidwell and PG Distributed
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Persons Represented in the Play.
Elder Loveless, a Sutor to the Lady.Young Loveless, a Prodigal.Savil, Steward to Elder Loveless.Lady and )Martha, )Two Sisters.Younglove, or Abigal, a waiting Gentlewoman.Welford, a Sutor to the Lady.Sir Roger, Curate to the Lady. (Captain ) (Travailer ) Hangers on to Young Loveless. (Poet ) (Tabaco-man )Wenches.Fidlers.Morecraft, an Usurer.A Rich Widow.Attendants.
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Actus primus. Scena prima.
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Enter the two Lovelesses, Savil the Steward, and a Page.
Elder Love. Brother, is your last hope past to mollifie Morecraftsheart about your Morgage?
Young Love. Hopelesly past: I have presented the Usurer with a richerdraught than ever Cleopatra swallowed; he hath suckt in ten thousandpounds worth of my Land, more than he paid for at a gulp, withoutTrumpets.
El. Lo. I have as hard a task to perform in this house.
Yo. Lo. Faith mine was to make an Usurer honest, or to lose my Land.
El. Lo. And mine is to perswade a passionate woman, or to leave theLand. Make the boat stay, I fear I shall begin my unfortunate journey thisnight, though the darkness of the night and the roughness of the watersmight easily disswade an unwilling man.
Savil. Sir, your Fathers old friends hold it the sounder course for yourbody and estate to stay at home and marry, and propagate and govern in ourCountry, than to Travel and die without issue.
El. Lo. Savil, you shall gain the opinion of a better servant, inseeking to execute, not alter my will, howsoever my intents succeed.
Yo. Lo. Yonder's Mistres Younglove, Brother, the grave rubber of yourMistresses toes.
Enter Mistres Younglove the waiting woman.
El. Lo. Mistres Younglove.
Young. Master Loveless, truly we thought your sails had been hoist: myMistres is perswaded you are Sea-sick ere this.
El. Lo. Loves she her ill taken up resolution so dearly? Didst thou moveher from me?
Young. By this light that shines, there's no removing her, if she get astiffe opinion by the end. I attempted her to day when they say a womancan deny nothing.
El. Lo. What critical minute was that?
Young. When her smock was over her ears: but she was no more pliant thanif it hung about her heels.
El. Lo. I prethee deliver my service, and say, I desire to see the dearcause of my banishment; and then for France.
Young. I'le do't: hark hither, is that your Brother?
El. Lo. Yes, have you lost your memory?
Young. As I live he's a pretty fellow. [Exit.
Yo. Lo. O this is a sweet Brache.
El. Lo. Why she knows not you.
Yo. Lo. No, but she offered me once to know her: to this day she lovesyouth of