play, you must not fret and fume, tear cards, and fling away dite, as your ignorant gamefter, or country-gentleman does; but you must put on a calm, temperate action, with a kind of careless fmile, in contempt of fortune, as not being able, with all her engines, to batter down one piece of your eftate, that your means may be thought invincible. Never tell your money, nor what you have won, nor what you have loft. If a queftion be made, your anfwer must be, What I have loft, I have loft; what I have won, I have won. A close heart and free hand, make a man admired; a teftern or a fhilling to a fervant that brings you a glafs of beer, binds his hands to his lips; you shall have more fervice of him, than his master; he will be more humble to you, than a cheater before á magiftrate.

Bubble.

Gervafe, give me thy hand: I think thou haft more wit than I, that am thy mafter; and, for this fpeech only, I do here create thee my fteward. I do long, methinks, to be at an ordinary; to fmile at fortune, and to be bountiful. Gervafe, about your bufinefs, good Gervafe, whilst I go and meditate upon a gentleman-like behaviour. I have an excellent gait already, Gervafe, have I not ? Staines.

Hercules himself, fir, had never a better gait.

Bubble.

But difpatch, Gervafe; the fattin and the velvet must be thought upon, and the Tu Quoque muft not be forgotten; for whenfoever I give arms, that shall be my motto.

Staines.

[Exit Bubble

What a fortune had I thrown upon me, when I preferred myself into this fellow's fervice! Indeed I ferve myfelf, and not him; for this goldhere is my own, truly purchased he has credit, and fall run i' th' books for❜t. I'll carry things fo cunningly, that he shall not be able to look into my actions. My mortgage I have already got into my hands the rent he fhall enjoy a while, till his riot constrain him to fell it; which I will purchafe with his own money. I muft cheat a little: I have been cheated upon;

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upon; therefore I hope the world will a little the better excuse me. What his uncle craftily got from me, I will knavishly recover of him. To come by it, I muft vary fhapes, and my first shift fhall be in fattin.

Proteus, propitious be to my difguise,
And I shall profper in my enterprise.

[Exit.

Enter Spendall, Purfenet, and a Boy with rackets.

And bid thofe two men, you faid would speak with me, come in.

I will, fir.

Boy.

Spendall.

[Exit Boy,

Did I not play this fett well?

Enter Blank and another.

Purfenet.

Excellent well by Phaeton,, by Erebus, it went as if

it had cut the line.

Here's the gentleman's man, fir, has brought the

Spendall.

Tis, well: Purfenet, help to tell-10, 11, 12.

What time have you given ?

Blank.

You fay well, fir; how much haft thou told?

Purfenet.

In gold and filver, here is twenty pounds.

Blank.

'Tis right, Mr. Spendall, I'll warrant you. Spendall.

I'll take your warrant, fir, and tell no farther.
Come, let me fee the condition of this obligation.
Purfenet.

A man may win from him that cares not for't.
This royal Cæfar doth regard no cash;
Has thrown away as much in ducks and drakes,
As would have bought fome 50,000 capons.

Spendall.

'Tis very well; fo, lend me your pen.

Purfenet.

This is the captain of brave citizens; The Agamemnon of all merry Greeks. A Stukely or a Sherley, for his fpirit Bounty, and royalty, to men at arms.

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18 A Stukeley or a Sherley.] The fpirit of enterprize which had been raised and encouraged in the reign of Elizabeth, was extremely favourable to the reputation of thofe adventurers, who fought to mend their fortunes by encountering difficulties of any kind in a foreign country. Stukeley and the Sherleys appear to have been held in great eftimation by the people in general. The former was a diffolute wretch, born in Devonshire, who fquandered away his property in riot and debauchery; then left the kingdom, and fignalized his valour at the battle fought at Alcazar in Barbary, in Auguft, 1578, where he was killed. See an account of him in a ballad, published in Evans's Collection, 1777, vol. 2. p. 103; alfo the old play, entitled, The Battle of Alcazar, with the Death of Captain Stukeley, 4to. 1594. Of the Sherleys, there were three brothers, Sir Anthony, Sir Robert, and Sir Francis; Sir Anthony

Spendall.

Yes, marry fhall he; Purfenet, your hand,

Purfenet.

My hand is at thy fervice, noble Brutus.

Spendall.

my leave of you.

What, muft you be gone too, Mafter Blank ?

Blank.

Yes, indeed, fir; I muft to the Exchange.

Spendall.

Farewel to both.-Purfenet,

Take that twenty pounds, and give it Miftrefs Sweatman;

was one of thofe gallant spirits who went to annoy the Spaniards in theis West Indian settlements, during the reign of Queen Elizabeth. He afterwards travelled to Perfia, and returned to England in the quality of ambaffador from the Sophi in 1612. The next year he publifhed an account of his travels. He was, by the emperor of Germany, raised to the dignity of a count; and the king of Spain made him admiral of the Levant Sea. He died in Spain after the year 1630. Sir Robert was introduced to the Perfian court by his brother Sir Anthony; and was alfo Tent ambaffador from the Sophi to James I. but did not arrive until the acceffion of his fucceffor. When on his firft audience with the king, February 1626, the Perfian ambassador then refident in England, in the king's prefence, fnatch'd the letters which were brought by him, out of his hands, tore them to pieces, and ftruck him a blow on the face; at the fame time declaring him an impoftor, and the letters forgeries. Charles being unable to difcover the truth of these charges, fent both the ambas fadors back to Perfia, with another from himself, but all three died in the course of the voyage. Sir Francis, the eldest brother, was unfortunate.

Bid her pay her landlord and apothecary,
And let her butcher and her baker ftay;

They 're honeft men, and I'll take order with them.

Purfenet.

The butcher and the baker then shall stay.

Spendall.

They muft, till I am fomewhat ftronger purft.

Purfenet.

If this be all, I have my errand perfect.

Spendall.

[Exit Purfenet.

Here, firrah, here's for balls; there's for yourself.

Boy.

Commend me to your mistress.

[Exit.

I will, fir.-In good faith 'tis the liberal'ft gentleman that comes into our court; why, he cares no more for a filling than I do for a box o' th' ear, God bless him.

Enter Staines gallant, Longfield, and a Servant.

Staines.

Sirrah, what a clock is 't?

[Exit.

Servant.

Here will not be a gallant feen this hour.

Within this quarter, fir, and lefs; they meet here as

foon as at any ordinary in th' town.

Staines.

Haft any tobacco ?

Servant.

Yes, fir.

Staines.

Fill.

Long field.

Why, thou report'ft miracles, things not to be believ'd:

I proteft