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Your consort is gone; had he staid, he had shared with you, sir.
[Exit DoWN RIGHT. Y. Kno. Twenty, and kill 'em ; twenty more, kill them too. Ha! ha!
Bob. Well, gentlemen, bear witness, I was bound to the peace, by this good day.
Y. Kno. No, faith, it's an ill day, Captain, never reckon it other : but say you were bound to the peace, the law allows you to defend yourself; that will prove but a poor excuse.
Bob. I cannot tell, sir. I desire good construction, in fair sort. I never sustained the like disa grace, by Heaven. Sure I was struck with a planet thence
Step. No, you were struck with a stick.
Bob. For I had no power to touch my weapon. : Y. Kno. Ay, like enough, I have heard of many that have been beaten under a planet. Go, get you to a surgeon. 'Slid, and these be your tricks, your passados, and your montontos, I'll none of them. Bob. Planet-struck.
[Exit. Y. Kno. Oh, manners ! That this age should bring forth such creatures ! That nature should be at leisure to make 'em ! Come, coz.
Step. Mess, I'll have this cloak. Y. Kno. God's will, 'tis Downright's. Step. Nay, it's mine now; another might have ta’en it up as well as I. I'll swear it, so I will.
Y. Kno. How, an' he see it? He'll challenge it, assure yourself. Step. Ay, but he shall not ha't; I'll
I bought it. Y. Kno. Take heed you buy it not too dear, coz.
A Chamber in Kitely's House.
Enter Kitely and CASH. Kite. Art thou sure, Thomas, we have pryed into all and every part throughout the house? Is there no bye-place, or dark corner, has escaped our searches ?
Cash. Indeed, sir, none; there's not a hole or nook unsearched by us, from the upper loft unto the cellar.
Kite. They have conveyed him then away, or hid him in some privacy of their own
-Whilst we were searching of the dark closet, by my sister's chamber, didst thou not think that thou heard'st a rustling on the other side, and a soft tread of feet?
Cash, Upon my truth, I did not, sir; or if you did, it might be only the vermine in the wainscot; the house is old, and over-run with them.
Kite. It is, indeed, Thomas—we should bane these rats-Dost thou understand me:-we will they shall not harbour here; I'll cleanse my house from them, if fire or poison can effect it, I will not be tormented thus—they gnaw my brain, and burrow in my heart-I cannot bear it.
Cash. I do not understand you, sir! Pray be composed; these starts of passion have some cause,
1 fear, that touches you more nearly,
Kite. Sorely, sorely, Thomas-it cleaves too close to me -Oh, me- --[Sighs.]-Lend me thy arm-so, good Cash.
Cash. You tremble and look pale ! Let me call assistance,
Kitc. Not for ten thousand worlds—Alas! alas!
"Tis not in medicine to give me ease
-here, bere it lies.
Cash. What, sir ?
Kite. Why-nothing, nothing--I am not sick, yet more than dead; I have a burning fever in my mind, and long for that, which having, would de-. stroy me.
Cash. Believe me, 'tis your fancy's imposition.. Shut up your generous mind from such intrudersI'll hazard all my growing favour with you; I'll stake my present, my future welfare, that some base whispering knave—nay, pardon me, sir-hath in the best and richest soil sown seeds of rank and evil nature ! Oh, my master, should they take root
[Laughing within. Kite. Hark! hark! Dost thou not hear! What think'st thou now? Are they not laughing at me? They are, they are. They have deceived the wittol, and thus they triumph in their infamy-This aggravation is not to be born. [Laughing again.) Hark, again !- Cash, do thou unseen steal in upon them, and listen to their wanton conference. Cash. I shall obey you, though against my will.
[Erit. Kite. Against his will! Ha! It must be so- --He's young, and may be bribed for them—they've various , means to draw the unwary in; if it be so, I'm lost, deceived, betrayed, and my bosom, my full-fraught bosom, is unlocked and opened to mockery and laughter! Heaven forbid ! he cannot be that viper; sting the hand that raised and cherished him ! Was this stroke added, I should be cursed—But it cannot be-no, it cannot be.
Enter Cash. Cash. You are musing, sir. Kite. I ask your pardon, Cash-ask me not why-, I have wronged you, and am sorry—’tis gone.
Cash. If you suspect my
faithKite. I do not-say no more—and for my sake let it die and be forgotten--Have you seen your mistress, and heard--whence was that noise!
Cash. Your brother, Master Wellbred is with them, and I found them throwing out their mirth on a very truly ridiculous subject : it is one Formal, as he styles himself, and he appertains, so he phrases it, to Justice Clement, and would speak with you.
Kite. With me? Art thou sure it is the Justice's clerk? Where is he?
Enter BRAINWOrm, as FORMAL, Who are you, friend?
Brain. An appendix to Justice Clement, vulgarly called his clerk.
Kite. What are your wants with me?
Brain. He doth not command, but intreats Master Kitely to be with him directly, having matters of some moment to communicate unto him.
Kite. What can it be! Say, I'll be with him instantly, and if your legs, friend, go not faster than your tongue, I shall be there before you. Brain. I will. Vale.
[Erit. Kite. 'Tis a precious fool, indeed !-I must go forth-But first, come hither, Thomas--I have admitted thee into the close recesses of my heart, and showed thee all my frailties, passions, every thing.-Be careful of thy promise, keep good watch. Wilt thou be true, my Thomas?
Cash. As truth's self, sir-
Believe't she is—Let her not note your humour;
Cash. True, sir! Nor has your mind a blemish
This change has gladden'd me-Here's my mistress,
Kite. I will, Cash, I will-
Well. What are you plotting, brother Kitely,
[Laughs. Kite. My care is all for you, good sneering bro
And well I wish you'd take some wholesome counsel,
Well. No harm done, brother, I warrant you.
Dame. Ay, but what harm might have come of it, brother!