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Bob. Well, sirrah! you Holofernes ! by my hand, I will pink your flesh full of holes with my rapier, for this; I will, by this good Heav'n. Nay, let him come, gentlemen, by the body of St. George, I'll not kill him.
[They offer to fight again, and are parted. Cash. Hold, hold, good gentlemen. Dow. You whoreson, bragging coistril i
Kite. Why, how now, what's the matter? What's
the stir here?
Cash. Here, sir.
Well. Come, let's go; this is one of my brother's ancient humours, this.
[Exit. Step. I am glad nobody was hurt by his ancient humour.
[Exit. Kite. Why, how now, brother, who enforc'd this brawl?
Dow. A sort of lewd rake-hells, that care neither for God nor the devil. And they must come here to read ballads, and roguery, and trash! I'll mar the knot of 'em ere I sleep, perhaps ; especially Bob there : he that's all manner of shapes; and songs and sonnets, his fellow. But I'll follow 'em. [Exit.
Bridg. Brother, indeed you are too violent, Too sudden in your humour.
There was one a civil gentleman,
Kite. O, that was some love of yours, sister.
Bridg. A love of mine? I would it were no worse, brother! You'd pay my portion sooner than you think for.
[Exit. Dame. Indeed, he seem’d to be a gentleman of exceeding fair disposition, and of very excellent good parts. What a coil and stir is here?
Cash. Ay, sir, they went in.
Kite. Are any of the gallants within ?
Kite. What gentleman was it that they prais'd so,
Cash. One, they call him Master Kno'well, a hand. some young gentleman, sir.
Kite. Ay, I thought so. My mind gave me as much, I'll die but they have hid him in the house Somewhere; l'll go and search. Go with me, Thomas, Be true to me, and thou shalt find me a master.
Moorfields. Enter E. Kno’well, Well-BRED, and
BRAIN-WORM. E. Kno. Well, Brain-worm, perform this business happily, and thou makest a purchase of my love for
Well. I'faith, now let thy spirits use their best faculties; but at my hand, remember the message to my brother; for there's no other means to start him out of his house.
Brain. I warrant you, sir, fear nothing. I have a nimble soul has waked all forces of my phant'sy by this time, and put 'em in true motion. What you have possessed me withal, I'll discharge it amply, sir. Make it no question.
[Exit. Well. Forth, and prosper, Brain-worm. Faith, Ned, how dost thou approve of my abilities in this d'evice?
E. Kno. Troth, well, howsoever : but it will come excellent, if it take.
Well. Take, man! Why, it cannot choose but take, if the circumstances miscarry not. But tell me ingenuously, dost thou affect my sister Bridget as thou pretend'st?
E. Kno. Friend, am I worth belief?
Well. Come, do not protest. In faith, she is a maid of good ornament, and much modesty; and, except
I conceiv'd very worthily of her, thou should'st not have her.
E. Kno. Nay, that I am afraid will be a question yet, whether I shall have her or no.
Well. 'Slid thou shalt have her; by this light thou shalt.
E. Kno. Nay, do not swear.
Well. By this hand thou shalt have her. I'll go fetch her presently. Point but where to meet, and, as I am an honest man, I'll bring her.
E. Kno. Hold, hold, be temperate.
Well. Why, by-what shall I swear by? thou shalt have her, as I am
E. Kno. 'Pray thee be at peace, I am satisfied ; and do believe thou wilt omit no offered occasion to make my desires complete.
Well. Thou shalt see, and know I will not. [Exeunt.
Enter FORMAL and Kno'well.
Kno. Aye, a knaye, I took him begging o' the way,
O, here he is ! you have made fair speed, believe me.
Brain. Marry, peace be my comfort, where I' thought I should have had little comfort of your worship's service.
Kno. How so?
Brain. O, sir! your coming to the city, your en. tertainment of me, and your sending me to watchindeed, all the circumstances either of your charge, or my employment, are as open to your son as to yourself. Kno. How should that be! unless that villain,
Brain-worm Have told him of the letter, and discovered All that I strictly charg'd him to conceal! 'Tis so!
Brain. I am partly o’that faith, 'tis so indeed. Kno. But how should he know you to be my man?
Brain. Nay, sir, I cannot tell ; unless it be by the black art! Is not your son a scholar, sira
Kno. Yes, but I hope his soul is not allied
Brain. You should rather ask, where they found me, sir; for I'll be sworn I was going along in the street, thinking nothing, when (of a sudden) a voice calls, Mr. Kno'well's man; another cries, soldier; and thus, half a dozen of 'em, till they had called me within a house, where I no sooner came, but out flew all their rapiers at my bosom, with some three or fourscore oaths to accompany 'em, and all to tell me, I was a dead man, if I did not confess where you were, and how I was employed, and about what, which, when they could not get out of me (as I protest they must have dissected me, and made an ana