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Brain. I am content, sir ; I will get you the warrant presently. What's his name, say you? Downright?
Mat. Aye, aye, George Downright.
Brain. Well, gentlemen, I'll procure you the war. rant presently; but who will you have to serve it?
Mat. That's true, captain, that must be considered.
Bob. Body o' me, I know not ! 'Tis service of danger!
Brain. Why, you were best get one of the varlets o' the city, a serjeant ; I'll appoint you one, if you please.
Mat. Will you, sir ? Why we can wish no better. Bob. We'll leave it to you, sir.
[Exeunt Bob. and Mat. Brain. This is rare! Now will I go pawn this cloak of the justice's man’s, at the broker's, for a varlet's suit, and be the varlet myself, and so get money on all sides.
The Street before Cob's House. Enter Kno’WELL.
Kno. O, here it is; I have found it nowa –Hoa, who is within here?
[Tib appears at the window. Tib. I am within, sir, what is your pleasure ? Kno. To know who is within besides yourself. Tib. Why, sir, you are no constable, I hope ? Kno. O, fear you the constable? Then I doubt
not you have some guests within deserve that fearI'll fetch him straight.
Tib For Heaven's sake, sir
Kno. Go to, come tell me, is not young Kno'well here?
Tib. Young Kno'well! I know none such, sir, o my honesty.
Kno. Your honesty, dame! It flies too lightly from you. There is no way but fetch the constable.
Tib. The constable; the man is mad, I think.
Enter Cash and Dame KITELY.
Cash. Hoal who keeps house here?
Kno. O, this is the female copesmate of my son. Now shall I meet him straight.
[ Aside. Dame. Knock, Thomas, hard. Cash. Hoa! good wife. Tib. Why, what's the matter with you ?
Dame. Why, woman, grieves it you to ope the door > Belike you get something to keep it shut.
Tib. What mean these questions, pray you?
Dame. So strange you make it! Is not my husband here! Kno. Her husband !
[ Aside. Dame. My tried and faithful husband, Master Kitely.
Tib. I hope he needs not be tried here.
Dame. Come hither, Cash-I see my turtle coming to his haunts; let us retire.
[They retire. Kno. This must be some device to mock me withal.
Soft-who is this I-Oh! 'tis my son disguis'd.
Enter Kitely muffled in a cloak.
well lay hold of him. ]
close walks! You stand amaz'd
Kno. What mean you, woman? Let go your hold.
as my own. Kite. [Discovering himself. ] I am your cuckold, and
claim my vengeance.
Dame. What, do you wrong me, and insult me
too? Thou faithless man!
Kite, Out on thy more than strumpet's impudence! Steal'st thou thus to thy haunts? And have I taken Thy bawd and thee, and thy companion, This hoary-headed letcher, this old goat, Close at your villany, and would'st thou 'scuse it With this stale harlot's jest, accusing me? O, old incontinent, dost thou not shame, To have a mind so hot; and to entice, And feed the enticement of a lustful woman?
Dame. Out, I defy thee, thou dissembling wretch!
Kite. Defy me, strumpet! Ask thy pander here, Can he deny it, or that wicked elder?
Kno. Why, hear you, sir
Cash. Master, 'tis in vain to reason while these passions blind you~I'm griev'd to see you thus.
Kite. Tut, tut, never speak, I see thro' ev'ry Veil you cast upon your treachery: but I have Done with you, and root you from my heart for ever. For you, sir, thus I demand my honour's due; Resolv'd to cool your lust, or end my shame. [Draws.
Kno. What lunacy is this! Put up your sword, and undeceive yourself-No arm that e'er pois'd weapon can affright me. But I pity folly, nor cope with mad.
Kite. I will have proofs I will so you good wifebawd, Cob's wife; and you, that make your husband
such a monster; and you, young pander, and old cuckold maker, I'll ha' you every one before the justice -Nay, you shall answer it; I charge you go. Come forth, thou bawd.
[Goes into the house and brings out Tib. Kno. Marry, with all my heart, sir; I go wil.
Kite. Come, will you go?
Stocks-Market. Enter BRAIN-WORM. Brain. Well, of all my disguises yet, now am I most like myself; being in this serjeant's gown. A man of my present profession never counterfeits, till he lays hold upon a debtor, and says, he 'rests him; for then he brings him to all manner of unrest. А kind of little kings we are, bearing the diminutive of a mace,
made like a young artichoke, that always carries pepper and salt in itself. Well, I know not what danger I undergo by this exploit; pray Heaven I come well off!