Stocks Market.


Mat. I wonder, Captain, what they will say of my going away? ha!

Bob. Why, what should they say, but as of a discreet gentleman; quick, wary, respectful of nature's fair lineaments, and that's all?

Mat. Why, so! but what can they say of your beating?

Bob. A rude part, a touch with soft wood, a kind of gross battery used, lain on strongly, borne most patiently, and that's all. But wherefore do I wake their remembrance? I was fascinated, by Jupiter, fascinated! but I will be unwitched, and revenged by law.

Mat. Do you hear? Is't not best to get a warrant, and have him arrested, and brought before Justice Clement?

Bob. It were not amiss; 'would we had it!

Mat. Why, here comes his man, let's speak to him. Bob. Agreed. Do you speak.


Mat. 'Save you, sir.

Brain. With all my heart, sir!


Mat. Sir, there is one Downright hath abused this gentleman and myself, and we determine to make ourselves amends by law; now, if you would do us the favour to procure a warrant, to bring him before your master, you shall be well considered of, I assure you, sir.

Brain. Sir, you know my service is my living; such favours as these, gotten of my master, is his only preferment, and therefore you must consider me, as I may make benefit of my place.

Mat. How is that, sir?

Brain. Faith, sir, the thing is extraordinary, and the gentleman may be of great account. Yet, be what he will, if you will lay me down a brace of angels in my hand, you shall have it, otherwise not.

Mat. How shall we do, Captain? He asks a brace of angels, you have no money?

Bob. Not a cross, by fortune.

Mat. Nor I, as I am a gentleman, but twopence left of my two shillings in the morning, for wine and radish. Let's find him some pawn.

Bob. Pawn! We have none to the value of his demand.

Mat. O, yes, I can pawn my ring here.

Bob. And harkye, he shall have my trusty Toledo too; I believe I shall have no service for it to-day.

Mat. Do you hear, sir? We have no store of money at this time, but you shall have good pawns; look you, sir, I will pledge this ring, and that gentleman his Toledo, because we would have it despatch'd.

Brain. I am content, sir; I will get you the warrant presently. What's his name, say you? Downright?

Mat. Ay, ay, George Downright.

Brain. Well, gentlemen, I'll procure you the warrant 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 had best get one of the varlets o' the city, a sergeant; 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 BOBADIL and MATTHEW. 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. [Exit.


The Street, before COB's House.


Kno. O, here it is; I have found it now-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 fear-I'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.


Cash, Hoa! who keeps house here?

Kno. Oh, this is the female copesmate of my son. Now shall I meet him straight.

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 to 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?-Oh! 'tis my son disguis'd. I'll watch him and surprise him.

Enter KITELY, muffled in a Cloak.

Kite, 'Tis truth, I see; There she skulks. But I will fetch her from her hold-I will

I tremble so, I scarce have power to do the justice Her infamy demands.

[AS KITELY goes forward, DAME KITELY and KNO'WELL lay hold of him.

Kno. Have I trapped you, youth? You cannot 'scape me now.

Dame. O, sir! haye I forestalled your honest market?

Found your close walks! you stand amazed
Now, do you ? Ah, hide, hide your face, for shame!
I'faith, I am glad I've found you out at last.

What is your jewel, trow? In come, let's see her;


Forth the wanton dame-If she be fairer
In any honest judgment, than myself,

I'll be content with it: but she is change;
O, you treacher !

Kno. What mean you, woman? Let go your hold. I see the counterfeit-I am his father, and claim him 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 impu-
dence !

Steal'st thou thus to thy haunts? and have I taken
Thy bawd and thee, and thy companion,
This hoary-headed lecher, this old goat,
Close at your villainy, and would'st thou 'scuse it
With this stale harlot's jest, accusing me?
Oh, 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,


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


For you, sir, thus I demand my honour's due;
Resolv'd to cool your heat, or end my shame.


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