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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

ness.

Kite. I will have proofs—I will-so you, good wife bawd, Cob's wife ; and

you,
that make

your

husband such a monster: and you, young pander, an 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 willingly. Kite. Come, will you go? Dame. Go, to thy shame, believe it. Kite. Tho'shame and sorrow both my heart be

tide, Come on-I must and will be satisfied. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Stocks Market.

Enter BRAINWORM. Brain. Well, of all my disguises yet, now am I most like myself; being in this sergeant'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. A 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 | undergo by this exploit; 'Pray Heaven I come well off!

Enter BOBADIL and MR. MATTHEW. Mat. See, I think, yonder is the varlet, by his gown. 'Save

you

friend : are not you here by appointment of Justice Clement's man?

Brain. Yes, an' please you, sir, he told me two gentlemen had willed him to procure a warrant from his master, which I have about me, to be served on one Downright.

Mat. It is honestly done of you both! and see, where the party comes, you must arrest. Serve it upon him quickly, before he be aware

Enter MR. STEPHEN, in DOWNRIGHT's Cloak. Bob. Bear back, Master Matthew.

Brain. Master Downright, I arrest you i'the queen's name, and must carry you before a justice, by virtue of this warrant.

Step. Me, friend, I am no Downright, I. I am Master Stephen ; you do not well to arrest me, I am in nobody's bonds or books. A plague on you heartily, for making me thus afraid before my time.

Brain. Why, no, you are deceived, gentlemen.

Bob. He wears such a cloak, and that deceived us : But, see, here he comes indeed ! this is he, Officer.

Enter DOWNRIGHT. Down. Why, how now, Signor Gull ! Are you turned filcher of late ? Come, deliver my cloak.

Step. Your cloak, sir ! I bought it even now in

open market.

Brain. Master Downright, I have a warrant I must serve upon you, procured by these two gentlemen.

Down. These gentlemen ! These rascals !
Brain. Keep the peace, I charge you.
Down. I obey thee. What must I do, Officer ?

Brain. Go before Master Justice Clement, to swer what they can object against you, sir. I will use you kindly, sir.

Mat. Come, let's before, and make the Justice, Captain

[Exit.

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Bob. The varlet's a tall man, before Heaven !

[Erit. Down. Gull, you'll gi' me my cloak ? Step. Sir, I bought it, and I'll keep it. Down. You will ? Step. Ay, that I will. Down. Officer, there's thy fee, arrest him Brain. Master Stephen, I must arrest you. Step. Arrest me, I scorn it ; there, take

your nasty cloak, I'll none on't.

Down. Nay, that shall not serve your turn, now, sir. Officer, I'll go with thee to the Justice's. Bring him along.

Step. Why, is not here your cloak? what would you have?

Down. I'll ha' you answer it.

Brain. Sir, I'll take your word, and this gentleman, too, for his appearance.

Down. I'll ha' no words taken. Bring him along.
Brain. So, so, I have made a fair mash on't ![Aside.
Step. Must I go?
Brain. I know no remedy, Master Stephen.

Down. Come along before me here. I do not love your hanging look behind.

Step. Why, sir, I hope you cannot hang me for it. Can he, fellow ?

Brain. I think not, sir. It is but a whipping matter sure ! Step. Why, then let him do his worst, I am resolute.

[Ereunt.

SCENE IV.

A Hall in Justice Clement's House.

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Enter CLEMENT, KNO'Well, KITELY, DANE

KITELY, TIB, CASH, COB, and SERVANTS.
Clem. Nay, but stay, stay, give me leave. My
chair, sirrah. You, Master Kno'well, say, you went
thither to meet your son ?

Kno. Ay, sir.
Clem. But who directed

you

thither? Kno. That did mine own man, sir. Clem. Where is he?

Kno. Nay, I know not, now ; I left him with your clerk ; and appointed him to stay for me.

Clem. My clerk ! about what time was this?
Kno. Marry, between one and two, as I take it.

Clem. And what time came my man with the false message to you, Master Kitely?

Kite. After two, sir.

Clem. Very good: but, Mrs. Kitely, how chance it, that you were at Cob's? Ha?

Dame. An' please you, sir, I'll tell you. My brother Wellbred told me, that Cob's house was a suspected placeClem. Soit

appears,

methinks : but on. Dame. And that my husband used thither daily. . Clem. No matter, sò he us'd himself well, mistress.

Dame. True, sir; but you know what grows by such haunts, oftentimes,

Clem. I see rank fruits of a jealous brain, Mistress Kitely. But did you find your husband there, in that case, as you suspected ?

Kite. I found her there, sir.

Clem. Did you so ? that alters the case. Who gave you knowledge of your wife's being there?

Kite. Marry, that did my brother Wellbred.

Clem. How! Wellbred first tell her, then tell you after ! Where is Wellbred ?

Kite. Gone with my sister, sir, I know not whither.

Clem. Why, this is a mere trick, a device; you are gulled in this most grossly, all! Alas, poor wench! wert thou suspected for this ?

Tib. Yes, and't please you.

Clem. I smell mischief here, plot and contrivance, Master Kitely. However if you willstep into the next room, with your wife, and think coolly of matters, you'll find some trick has been played you -I fear here have been jealousies on both parts, and the wags have been merry with you. Kite. I begin to feel it -I'll take your counsel.

-Will you go in, Dame ?
Dame. I will have justice, Mr. Kitely.

[Exeunt Kitely and DAME. Clemn. You will be a woman, Mrs: Kitely, that I see.

what's the matter?

-How now,

Enter a SERVANT. Sero. Sir, there's a gentleman i'the court without, desires to speak with your worship.

Clem. A gentleman! What's he?
Serv. A soldier, sir, he says.

Clem. A soldier ! My sword, quickly. A soldier speak with me! Stand by, I will end your matters

-Let the soldier enter. Now, sir, what ha' you to say to me ?

Enter BOBADIL and MATTHEW. Bob. By your worship's favour

Clem. Nay, keep out, sir, I know not your pretence; you send me word, sir, you are a soldier ? Why, sir,

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