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Enter BOBADIL and Mr. Matthew. Mat. See, I think, yonder is the varlet, by his gown. 'Save you, friend; are not you hear by appointment of justice Clement's man?
Brain. Yes, an't please you, sir, he told me two gentlemen had willed him to procure a warrant from his master, which I have about me, to be served on one Downright.
Mat. It is honestly done of you both; and see where the party comes you must arrest. Serve it upon him quickly, before he be aware
Enter Mr. Stephen, in DOWNRIGHT's Cloak. Bob. Bear back, Master Matthew.
Brain. Master Downright, I arrest you i’ the queen's name, and must carry you before a justice, by virtue of this warrant.
Step. Me, friend, I am no Downright, 1. I am Master Stephen; you do not well to arrest me, I tell you truly. I am in nobody's bonds or books, I would you should know it. A plague on you heartily, for making me thus afraid before my time.
Brain. Why now you are deceived, gentlemen ?
Bob. He wears such a cloak, and that deceived us. But see, here he comes indeed! this is he, officer.
Enter DownRIGHT. Dow. Why, how now, Signor Gull I are you turned filcher of late ? Come, deliver up my cloak.
Step. Your cloak, sir! I bought it even now in
Brain. Master Downright, I have a warrant I must serve upon you, procured by these two gentlemen.
Dow. These gentlemen! these rascals !
Brain. Keep the peace, I charge you in her majesty's name.
Dow. I obey thee. Whạt must I do, officer?
Brain. Go before master justice Clement, to answer what they can object against you, sir. I will use you kindly, sir.
Mat. Come, let's before, and make the justice, captain
[Exit. Bob. The varlet's a tall man, before Heaven!
Step. Arrest me, I scorn it; there, take your cloak, I'll none on't.
Dow. Nay, that shall not serve your turn, now, sir. Officer, l'll go with thee to the justice's. Bring him along.
Step. Why, is not here your cloak, what would you have?
Dow. I'll ha' you answer it, sir,
Brain. Sir, I'll take your word, and this gentleman's too, for his appearance.
Dow. I'll ha' no words taken. Bring him along.
Dow. Come along before me here. I do not love your hanging look behind.
Step. Why, sir, I hope you cannot hang me for it. Can he, fellow?,
Brain. I think not, sir. It is but a whipping mát. ter, surel
Step. Why, then let him do his worst, I am resolute.
A Hall in Justice Clement's House. Enter CLEMENT,
KNO’well, Kitely, Dame KITELY, TIB, CASH, Cob, and Servants.
Clem. Nay, but stay, stay, give me leave. My chair, sirrah. You, Master Kno'well, say you went thither to meet your son.
Kno. Aye, sir.
Kno. Nay, I know not now; I left him with your clerk; and appointed him to stay for me.
Clem. My clerk! About what time was this?
Clem. And what time came my man with the false message to you, Master Kitely ?
Kite. After two, sir.
Clem. Very good : but, Mrs. Kitely, how chance it that you were at Cob's? Ha!
Dame. An' please you, sir, I'll tell you. My bro. ther Well-bred told me, that Cob's house was a sus. pected place
Clem. So it appears, methinks : but on.
Dame. True, sir; but you know what grows by such haunts, oftentimes.
Clem. I see rank fruits of a jealous brain, Mistress Kitely. But did you find your husband there, in that case, as you suspected ?
Kite. I found her there, sir.
Clem. Did you so? That alters the case. Who gave you knowledge of your wife's being there?
Kite. Marry, that did my brother Well-bred.
Clem. How, Well-bred first tell her, then tell you after? Where is Well-bred?
Kite. Gone with my sister, sir, I know not whither.
Clem. Why, this is a mere trick, a device ; you are gulled in this most grossly, all! Alas, poor wench, wert thou suspected for this?
Tib. Yes, an't please you.
Clem. I smell mischief here, plot and contrivance, Master Kitely. However, if you will step into the next room with your wife and think coolly of matters, you'll find some trick has been played you—I fear there have been jealousies on both parts, and the wags. have been merry with you.
Kite. I begin to feel it-I'll take your counsel
[Exit Kite. and Dame. Clem. You will be a woman, Mrs. Kitely, that I see-How row, what's the matter?
Enter Servant. Serv. Sir, there's a gentleman i' the court without, desires to speak with your worship.
Clem. A gentleman! What's he?
Clem. A soldier! My sword, quickly. A soldier speak with me! Stand by, I will end your matters anon-Let the soldier enter. Now, sir, what ha' you to say to me?
Enter BOBADIL and MATTHEW, Bob. By your worship’s favour
Clem. Nay, keep out, sir, I know not your pre, tence; you send me word, sir, you are a soldiera Why, sir, you shall be answered here; here be them have been among soldiers. Sir, your pleasure ?
Bob. Faith, sir, so it is, this gentleman and myself have been most uncivilly wronged and beaten by ?ne Downright, a coarse fellow about the town here;