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Dramatis Personal. .
Men. KITELY, a merchant,
Mr. Wroughton. Captain BOBADIL,
Mr. Lee-Lewes. KNO’WELL, an old gentleman,
Mr. Hull. Ed. KNO'WELL, bis son,
Mr. Whitfield. BRAIN-WORM, the father's man, Mr. Wilson. Mr. STEPHEN, a country gull,
Mr. Edwin. DOWNRIGHT, a plain squire,
Mr. Clarke. WELL-BRED, bis half brotber,
Mr. Robson. Justice Clement, an old merry magis. } Mr. Booth.
trate, ROGER FORMAL, his clerk,
Mr. Jones. Mr. MATTHEW, the town gull, Mr. Wewitzer. Cash, Kitely’s man,
Mr. Thompson COB, a water-bearer,
Women. Mrs. Bulkley. Mrs. Whitfield. Mrs. Pitt.
EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR.
ACT I. SCENE I.
A Court-Yard before Kno'well's House. Enter KNO'.
WELL and BRAINWORM.
Bra. I will, sir, presently.
Kno. But hear you, sirrah.
Either of which have favoured him with graces :
but least to the professors, Which, then, I thought the mistress of all know.
ledge : But since time and the truth have wak'd my judge
ment, And reason taught me better to distinguish The vain from th' useful learnings
Enter Master STEPHEN.
Step. Nothing, but e'en come to see how you do, uncle.
Kno. That's kindly done, you are welcome, coz. Step. Ay, I know that, sir, I would not ha' come else. How doth my cousin Edward, uncle ?
Kno. O, well, coz, go in and see: I doubt he be scarce stirring yet.
Step. Uncle, afore I go in, can you tell me an he have e'er a book of the sciences of hawking and hunting? I would fain borrow it.
Kno. Why, I hope you will not a hawking now,
Step. No wosse, but I'll practise against the next year, uncle. I have bought me a hawk, and a hood, and bells, and all; I lack nothing but a book to keep it by. Kno. O, most ridiculous!
Step. Nay, look you now, you are angry, uncle. Why, you know, an' a man have not skill in the hawking and hunting languages now-a days, I'll not give a rush for him. They are more studied than the Greek, or the Latin. He is for no gallant's company without 'em. And by Gad's lid I scorn it, I, so I do, to be a consort for every hum-drum, hang 'em scroyls, there's nothing in 'em, is the world. What do you talk on it? Because I dwell at Hogsden, I shall keep company with none but the archers of Finsbury! or the citizens, that come a ducking to Islington ponds ! A fine jest i'faith! slid, a gentleman mun show himself like a gentleman. Uncle, I pray you be not angry. I know what I have to do, I trow, I am no novice.
Kno. You are a prodigal, absurd coxcomb: go tol Nay, never look at me, it's I that speak. Take't as you will, sir, I'll not fatter you, Ha’ you not yet found means enow to waste That which your friends have left you, but you must Go cast away your money on a kite, And know. not how to keep it when you've done? O, it's comely! this will make you a gentleman! Well, cousin, well l I see you are e'en past hope