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

Enter CASH.

Cash. Francis! Martin! Ne'er a one to be found now-What a spite's this!

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

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

Well.

thou tell?

Whither went your master, Thomas, canst

Cash. I know not; to Justice Clement's, I think, sir.-Cob! [Exit CASH.

Y. Kno. Justice Clement's! 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 showed you him the other day.

Y. Kno. Oh, is that he? I remember him now.

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? Francis! Cob!

[Exit,

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 cannot 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.

Y. Kno. This speech would have done decently in a tobacco trader's mouth.

Enter CASH and COв.

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 fill him full of smoke and embers.

[BOBADIL 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 served.

Cob. Well, it shall be a dear beating, an' I live! I will have justice for this.

Bob. Do you prate? Do you murmur?

[BOBADIL beats him off. Y. Kno. Nay, good Captain, will you regard the humour of a fool?

Bob. A whorson filthy slave, a dungworm, an excrement! Body o'Cæsar, but that I scorn to let forth so mean a spirit, I'd have stabbed him to the earth.

Well. Marry, the law forbid, sir.

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

[Exit. Step. Oh, he swears admirably! By Pharoah's foot --Body of Cæsar-I shall never do it, sure; upon mine honour, and by St. George; no I ha'n'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. comes unfurnished.-Brainworm!

He never

Step. Brainworm! Where? Is this Brainworm? Y. 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 Pharoah!

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

Y. Kno. "Tis larded with them. A kind of French dressing, if you love it. Come, let's in. Come, cousin.

[Exeunt.

F

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 Wellbred-
Kite. Tut! beside him: what strangers are there,

man?

Cob. Strangers! let me see

know not well, there are so many.

Kite. How, so many?

-one, two-mass, I

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,
Plenty itself falls into my wife's lap,

The cornucopia will be mine, I know.-But, Coh,
What entertainment had they? I am sure

My sister and my wife would bid them welcome, Ha!

Cob. Like enough, sir; yet I heard not a word of it. Kite. No; their lips were seal'd with kisses, and the voice,

Drown'd in a flood of joy at their arrival,
Had lost her motion, state, and faculty.-
Cob, which of them was't, that first kiss'd my wife?
My sister, I should say: my wife, alas!

I fear not her.

it?

Ha! Who was it, say'st thou ? Cob. By my troth, sir, will you have the truth of

Kite. Ay, good Cob, I pray thee heartily.

Cob. Then I am a vagabond, and fitter for Bridewell than your worship's company, if I saw any body to be kissed, unless they would have kissed the post in the middle of the warehouse; for there I left them all, at their tobacco, with a pox!

Kite. How! were they not gone in, then, ere thou cam'st?

Cob. O no, sir!

Kite. Spite o'the devil! What do I stay here then? Cob, Cob, follow me.

[Exeunt.

ACT THE FOURTH.

SCENE 1.

A Room in KITELY'S House.

Enter DowNRIGHT and DAME KITELY.

Down. Well, sister, I tell you true; and you'll find it so in the end.

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