your decayed, ruinous, worm-eaten gentlemen of "the round.”

Well. Why, Brain-worm, who would have thought thou hadst been such an artificer ?

E. Kno. An artificer! an architect! Except a man had studied begging all his life-time, and been a weaver of language from his infancy, for the clothing of it! I never saw his rival.

Well. Where got'st thou this coat, I marvel? Brain. Of a Houndsditch man, sir, one of the devil's near kinsmen, a broker.

Cash. Francis

Enter CASH.

Martin! Ne'er a one to be found

now? What a spite's this?

Well. How now, Thomas, is my brotherly Kitely within ?

Cash. No, sir; my master went forth e'en now ; but Master Down-right is within. Cob what Cob! Is he gone too ?

Well. Whither went your master, Thomas, can'st thou tell?

Cash. I know not; to Justice Clement's, I think, sir. Cob! [Exit Cash. E. Kno. Justice Clement! What's he? Well. Why, dost thou not know him? He is a city magistrate, a justice here; an excellent good lawyer, and a great scholar: but the only mad and merry old fellow in Europe! I shewed you him the other day.

E. Know. Oh, is that he! I remember him now. Good faith and he has a very strange presence, methinks; it shews as if he stood out of the rank from other men. I have heard many of his jests i' the university. They say, he will commit a man for taking the wall of his horse.

Well. Ay, or wearing his cloak on one shoulder, or serving of God. Any thing indeed, if it come in the way of his humour.

Enter CASH.

Cash. Gasper, Martin, Cob! 'Heart! where should they be, trow?

Bob. Master Kitely's man, pr'ythee vouchsafe us the lighting of this match.

Cash. Fire on your match, no time but now to vouchsafe! [Aside.] Francis! Cobl

Bob. Body of me! Here's the remainder of seven pound since yesterday was seven-night. 'Tis your right Trinidado! Did you never take any, Master Stephen?

Step. No, truly, sir! but I'll learn to take it now, since you commend it so.

Bob. Sir, believe me, upon my relation, for what I tell you the world shall not reprove. I have been in the Indies, where this herb grows, where neither myself, nor a dozen gentlemen more, of my knowledge, have received the taste of any other nutriment in the world for the space of one and twenty weeks, but the fume of this simple only. Therefore it can

AЯ III. not be but 'tis most divine, especially your Trinidado. Your Nicotian is good too. I do hold it, and will affirm it before any prince in Europe, to be the most sovereign and precious weed that ever the earth tendered to the use of man.

E. Know. This speech would have done decently in a tobacco-trader's mouth.

Enter CASH and COB.

Cash. At Justice Clement's he is, in the middle of Coleman-Street.

Cob. O, ho!

Bob. Where's the match I gave thee? Master Kitely's man?

Cash. Here it is, sir.

Cob. By God's-me! I marvel what pleasure or felicity they have in taking this roguish tobacco! it's good for nothing but to choke a man, and to fill him full of smoke and embers.

[Bob. beats him with a cudgel, Mat. runs away. All. Oh, good captain hold! hold!

Bob. You base scullion, you.

Cash. Come, thou must need be talking too; thou'rt well enough serv'd.

Cob. Well, it shall be a dear beating, an' I live! I

will have justice for this.

Bob. Do you prate? Do you murmur ?

[Bob. beats him off.

E. Kno. Nay, good captain, will you regard the

humour of a fool?

Bob. A whoreson filthy slave, a dung-worm, an excrement! Body o' Cæsar, but that I scorn to let forth so mean a spirit, I'd have stabb'd him to the

earth.

Well. Marry, the law forbid, sir.

Bob. By Pharaoh's foot, I would have done it.

[Exit. Step. Oh, he swears admirably! By Pharaoh's foot, body of Cæsar; I shall never do it, sure; upon mine honour, and by St. George; no, I han't the right grace.

Well. But soft, where's Mr. Matthew? gone!
Brain. No, sir; they went in here.

Well. O, let's follow them: Master Matthew is gone to salute his mistress in verse.

We shall have the happiness to hear some of his poetry now. Не never comes unfurnish'd. Brain-worm!

Step. Brain-worm! Where? Is this Brain-worm ? E. Kno. Ay, cousin, no words of it, upon your gentility.

Step. Not I, body of me! by this air, St. George, and the foot of Pharaoh !

Well. Rare! your cousin's discourse is simply drawn out with oaths.

E. Kno. 'Tis larded with 'em. A kind of French dressing, if you love it. Come,

cousin.

let's in. Come,

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

A Hall in Justice CLEMENT's House. Enter KITELY and COB.

Kite. Ha! How many are there, say'st thou ?
Cob. Marry, sir, your brother, Master Well-bred—
Kite. Tut, beside him: what strangers are there,

man ?

Cob. Strangers! let me see; one, two; mass, I know not well, there are so many.

Kite. How, so many?

Cob. Ay, there's some five or six of them, at the

most.

Kite. A swarm, a swarm!

Spite of the devil! how they sting my head

With forked stings, thus wide and large! But Cob,

How long hast thou been coming hither, Cob?

Cob. A little while, sir.

Kite. Didst thou come running?

Cob. No, sir.

Kite. Nay, then I am familiar with thy haste!
Bane to my fortunes. What meant I to marry?
I, that before was rank'd in such content,

My mind at rest too in so soft a peace,
Being free master of my own free thoughts,
And now become a slave? What, never sigh!
Be of good cheer, man, for thou art a cuckold.
'Tis done, 'tis done! Nay, when such flowing store,