E. Kno. You must bring me to the rack first. Bob. Observe me judicially, sweet sir: they had planted me three demi-culverins, just in the mouth of the breach: now, sir, as we were to give on, their master gunner (a man of no mean skill and mark, you must think) confronts me with his linstock, ready to give fire: I, spying his intendment, discharg'd my petrionel in his bosom, and with these single arms, my poor rapier, ran violently upon the Moors that guarded the ordnance, and put them all pell-mell to the sword. Well. To the sword! to the rapier, captain! E. Kno. Oh, it was a good figure observed, sirl but did you all this, captain, without hurting your blade? Bob. Without any impeach o' the earth: you shall perceive, sir. It is the most fortunate weapon that ever rid on poor gentleman's thigh. Shall I tell you, sir? You talk of Morglay, Excalibur, Durindana, or so? Tut, I lend no credit to that is fabled of'em; I know the virtue of mine own, and therefore I dare the bolder maintain it. Step. I marvel whether it be a Toledo, or no. Mat. Pray you, let's see, sir. Yes, faith, it is! Step. Why do you pish, captain ? Bob. A Fleming, by Heaven! I'll buy them for a guilder a piece, an' I would have a thousand of them. E. Kno. How say you, cousin ? I told you thus much. Well. Where bought you it, Mr. Stephen? Step. Of a scurvy rogue soldier (a hundred of lice go with him) he swore it was a Toledo. Bob. A poor provant rapier, no better. Mat. Mass, I think it be, indeed! now I look on't better. E. Kno. Nay, the longer you look on't the worse. Put it up, put it up! Step. Well, I will put it up, but by- -(I ha' forgot the captain's oath, I thought to have sworn by it) an' e'er I meet him Well. O, 'tis past help now, sir; you must ha' patience. Step. Whoreson coney-catching rascal! I could eat the very hilts for anger. E. Kno. A sign of good digestion; you have an ostrich stomach, cousin. Step. A stomach! I would I had him here, you should see an' I had a stomach. Well. It's better as 'tis. we go? Come, gentlemen, shall Enter BRAIN-WORM. E. Kno. A miracle, cousin! look here! look here! sir?, Brain. Ay, sir, I know you by sight. Step. You sold me a rapier, did you not? Brain. Yes, marry, did I, sir. Step. You said it was a Toledo, ha? Brain. True, I did so. Step. But it is none! Brain. No, sir, I confess, it is none. Step. Do you confess it? Gentlemen, bear witness, he has confest it. By God's will, an' you had not confest it E. Kno. Oh, cousin, forbear, forbear. Step. Nay, I have done, cousin. Well. Why, you have done like a gentleman, he has confest it, what would you more? Step. Yet, by his leave, he is a rascal, under his favour, do you see. E. Kno. Ay, by his leave, he is, and under fayour. Pretty piece of civility! Sirrah, how dost like him? Well. Oh, it's a most precious fool, make much on him. I can compare him to nothing more happily, than a drum; for every one may play upon him. E. Kno. No, no, a child's whistle were far the fitter. Brain. Sir, shall I intreat a word with you? E. Kno. With me, sir! You have not another Toledo to sell, ha' you ? Brain. You are conceited, sir, your name is Mr. Kno'well, as I take it? E. Kno. You are i' the right. You mean not to proceed in the catechism, do you? Brain No, sir, I am none of that coat. E. Kno. Of as bare coat, though! Well say, sir? Brain. Faith, sir, I am but a servant to the drum extraordinary, and indeed, this smoky varnish being washed off, and three or four patches remov'd, I appear your worship's in reversion, after the decease of your good father-Brain-worm. E. Kno. Brain-worm! 'Slight, what breath of a conjurer hath blown thee hither in this shape? Brain. The breath o' your letter, sir, this morning: the same that blew you to the wind-mill, and your father after you. E. Kno. My father! Brain. Nay, never start; 'tis true; he has followed you over the fields by the foot, as you would do a hare i' the snow. E. Kno. Sirrah, Well-bred, what shall we do, sirrah My father is come over after me. } Well. Thy father! Where is he? Brain. At justice Clement's house, here, in Cole, man-street, where he but stays my return; and then Well. Who's this? Brain-worm? Brain. The same, sir. Well. Why, how, i' the name of wit, comest thou transmuted thus? Brain. Faith, a device! a device! Nay, for the love of reason, gentlemen, and avoiding the danger, stand not here, withdraw, and I'll tell you all. E. Kno. Come, cousin. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Warehouse. Enter KITELY and CASH. Kite. What says he, Thomas? Did you speak with him? Cash. He will expect you, sir, within this half hour. Kite. Has he the money ready, can you tell? Cash. Yes, sir, the money was brought in last night. my cloak. Kite. O, that's well: fetch me my cloak, |