ACT TWO*
2.1
BRITTLEWARE [and] REBECCA [enter].

166BrittlewareSweet wife, content thyself.

167RebeccaYes, content myself? Shall I so? With what, you John Bo-peep*? You must be my husband, and I must content myself, must I? No, sir, ’tis you that must content me*, or ’tis your heart must smart for’t.

168Brittleware*If you could be content with all that I have, or all that I can do and expect no further I then might hope to pacify you.

169RebeccaAll has not done it yet you see, nor have you yet found out the way. Five years practice one would think were sufficient*. So long you have had me, and too long it is unless I had got a better name by’t*. To be accounted barren – oh me!

170BrittlewareNow ’tis out; zounds, what would you have me do? Where’s the defect think you? Is it not probable that you may be defective as well as I?

171RebeccaThat I may be defective! I defy thee, lubber; I defy thee and all that say so, thou fribbling fumbler, thou; I would some honest sufficient* man might be judge betwixt us whether I be defective.
MONEYLACKS [enters]*

172MoneylacksHow now, always wrangling?

173RebeccaDefective quoth a –

174MoneylacksWhat’s the matter, landlord*?

175RebeccaDo I look like a thing defective?

176MoneylacksLandlady –

177RebeccaOh, fearful!

178MoneylacksMistress Brittleware, what’s the matter?

179RebeccaYou shall be judge, Sir Hugh, whether I be defective; you have lain* here, Sir Hugh these three years – have been our constant lodger off and on as we say – and can you think me defective?

180BrittlewareYou will not be impudent?

181MoneylacksGood Master Brittleware, what’s the matter?

182BrittlewareThe matter is, sir, she will be content with nothing.

183MoneylacksThe best wife i’the world and if you cannot afford her that to content her, you are a most hard-hearted husband.

184RebeccaWhat nothing? Would you wish him to afford me nothing to content me? I must have something to content me; and something he must find me, or I will make him look out for’t.

185MoneylacksCome, come, I know the quarrel; and I know you will never get a child by falling out.

186RebeccaNor any way else, so long as he is such a jealous beast as he is.

187MoneylacksOh, you must leave your jealousy, Master Brittleware; that’s a main hindrance.

188BrittlewareI am not jealous, I.

189RebeccaNot and stare like a mad ox upon every man that looks upon me?

190MoneylacksFie upon him, is he such a beast to be jealous of his own wife? If every man were so, it would spoil the getting of some children in a year.

191RebeccaAnd denies me all things that I have a mind to.

192BrittlewareThe best is the loss of your longings will not hurt you unless you were with child.

193RebeccaI must have my longings first; I am not every woman, I, I must have my longings before I can be with child*, I.

194BrittlewareYou must not long for every strange thing you see or hear of then.

195RebeccaAs true as I live he fribbles with me, Sir Hugh; I do but now long for two or three idle things scarce worth the speaking of; and do you think he will grant me one of’em?

196MoneylacksWhat may they be? He shall grant’em?

197RebeccaOne of my longings is to have a couple of lusty able-bodied men to take me up, one before and another behind as the new fashion is*, and carry me in a man-litter* into the great bed at Ware*.

198MoneylacksThere’s one, and will you deny her this to hinder a child getting?

199RebeccaThen I do long to see the new ship*, and to be on the top of Paul’s steeple when it is new built*, but that must not be yet; nor am I so unreasonable but that I can stay the time*. In the meantime I long to see a play, and above all plays The Knight of the Burning* – what d’ye call’t?

200MoneylacksThe Knight of the Burning Pestle.*

201RebeccaPestle, is it? I thought of another thing*, but I would fain see it. They say there’s a grocer’s boy kills a giant in it*, and another little boy that does a citizen’s wife* the daintiliest ――― but I would fain see their best actor do me: I would so put him to’t, they should find another thing in handling of me*, I warrant ’em.

202BrittlewareHeyday! So last frost* she longed to ride on one of the dromedaries* over the Thames*, when great men were pleased to go over it afoot.

203MoneylacksWell, shall I make a convenient motion for you both?

204RebeccaQuickly, sweet Sir Hugh, I long for that before you name it.

205MoneylacksHave you this spring eaten any asparagus yet?*

206RebeccaWhy is that good for a woman that longs to be with child?

207MoneylacksOf all the plants, herbs, roots, or fruits that grow it is the most provocative, operative and effective.

208RebeccaIndeed, Sir Hugh?

209MoneylacksAll your best (especially your modern) herbalists conclude*, that your asparagus is the only sweet stirrer* that the earth sends forth, beyond your wild carrots, cornflag, or gladioli**. Your roots of standergrass*, or of satyrion* boiled in goat’s milk are held good; your clary* or horminum* in diverse ways good, and dill (especially boiled in oil) is also good: but none of these, nor saffron boiled in wine, your nuts* of artichokes, rocket, or seeds of ash-tree (which we call the kite-keys), nor thousand such, though all are good, may stand up for perfection with asparagus.

210RebeccaDo you say so, Sir Hugh?

211MoneylacksI have it from the opinion of most learned doctors, rare physicians*, and one that dares call himself so.

212BrittlewareWhat doctor is he, a fool on horseback?

213MoneylacksDoctor Thou-Lord; you know him well enough.

214RebeccaYes, we know Doctor Thou-Lord, though he knows none but lords and ladies*, or their companions. And a fine conceited doctor he is, and as humorous I warrant you. And will ‘thou’ and ‘thee’ the best lords that dare be acquainted with him: calls knights Jack, Will, and Tom familiarly; and great ladies Gills* and sluts too and* they cross him. And for his opinion sake, and your good report. Sir Hugh, I will have sparagus every meal all the year long*, or I’ll make all fly for’t. And do you look to’t, Fribble*, for it will be for your commodity as well as mine.

215BrittlewareAnd sure it is a rare commodity when a knight is become a broker for to cry it up so.

216RebeccaAnd let me have some presently for my next meal, or you cannot imagine how sick I will be.

217MoneylacksBut mistake not me, nor the commodity we speak of Mistress Brittleware. Where would you have it? Here in our own house? Fie! The virtue of it is mortified* if it pass the threshold from the ground it grows on. No, you must thither to the garden of delight*, where you may have it dressed and eaten in the due kind. And there it is so provocative, and so quick in the hot operation, that none dare eat it, but those that carry their coolers* with ’em presently to delay or take off the delightful fury it fills ’em with.

218RebeccaIs there conveniency for that too?

219MoneylacksYes, yes; the house affords you as convenient couches to retire to as the garden has beds for the precious plants to grow in. That makes the place a palace of pleasure*, and daily resorted and filled with lords and knights and their ladies, gentlemen and gallants with their mistresses –

220RebeccaBut do not honest men go thither with their wives too?

221MoneylacksNone other; some to their own costs and some at other men’s.

222RebeccaWhy do we not go then? Or what stay we for, can you tell, Fumbler?

223MoneylacksNay, Mistress Brittleware, not so suddenly. Towards the evening will be the fittest season of the day. Meanwhile go in and fit yourself for the walk*; your husband and I are first for another business.

224RebeccaNoble knight, I thank you; I hope my next longing shall be to bespeak you for a godfather.

225MoneylacksYou shall not long long for that.

226RebeccaI take your noble word.[REBECCA] Exit[s].

227BrittlewareShe’s gone, and now, Sir Hugh, let me tell you, you have not dealt well with me, to put this fagary into her foolish fancy.

228MoneylacksWilt thou be an ass now? Do not I know how to fetch it out on her again, think’st thou? She shall not go, and yet be contented too.

229BrittlewareAy, you tell me so.

230MoneylacksWhy, thou wilt not be jealous of me now that has lain in thy house* these three years, wilt thou? Nor think me so foolish to provoke thee with an injury, that knowest me and my ways so well?

231BrittlewareI know something by your worship worth the price of a new pillory.

232MoneylacksWhy so then, and will I wrong thee, Jack, think’st thou, ha? No nor mistrust thee neither; for though thou art a jealous coxcomb over thy wife, and she a touchy thing under thee, yet thou and I Jack, have been always confident of each other, and have wrought friendly and closely together, as ever Subtle and his Lungs did*; and shared the profit betwixt us, haven’t we, Jack, ha?

233BrittlewareI think we have; and that you have some new device, some stratagem in hand now. 'Uds me*, I now remember – is the party come to town*?

234MoneylacksYes; and my Spring has seized him upon the way and here I expect him instantly.

235BrittlewareAnd will he be made a gentleman?

236MoneylacksThat’s his ambition, Jack, and though you now keep a china-shop and deal in brittle commodities (pots, glasses, porcelain* dishes, and more trinkets than an antiquary’s study is furnished withal*) you must not forget your old trade of barber-surgeon*; ’tis that must stead us now in our new project.

237BrittlewareI warrant you. Is he a trim youth?

238MoneylacksWe must make him one, Jack; ’tis such a squab as thou never sawest; such a lump, we may make what we will of him.

239BrittlewareThen sure we will make money of him.

240MoneylacksWell said, Jack. Spring has writ me here his full description.
SPRING [enters with Timothy] HOYDEN [and his man] COULTER.

241MoneylacksSlid*, he’s come already. Now, Master Spring?

242SpringI come to present a gentleman to you, sir.

243MoneylacksHow, a gentleman? Will you abuse me?

244SpringHe finds your defect already. But, be bold, sir; he desires to be a gentleman, sir; and (though he be but coarse metal yet*) he has that about him which with your help may quickly make him a clear gentleman.

245HoydenI have four hundred pounds, sir; and I brought it up to town on purpose to make myself a clear gentleman of it.

246MoneylacksIt was well brought up; it appears also that you have had some breeding, though but a yeoman’s son?

247Hoyden’Tis true, I have a little learning sir, and a little wit, though last night I met with some upon the way at Hammersmith* that had more: yet I had enough to perceive I was cheated of a matter of seven pound (almost all the odd money I had about me) at my card afore thy card*; a pox take the whole pack on ’em. ’Sdaggers, if ever man that had but a mind to be a gentleman was so noddy pooped*! Oh, how I could chafe to think on’t.

248SpringOh, but you must not; it becomes not the temper of a gentleman.

249HoydenSo you told me; then I thank you, friend.

250SpringYour small acquaintance, sir.*

251HoydenI have had more acquaintance where I have found less love, and I thank you again, good small acquaintance. You told me indeed it became not a gentleman to cry for losing his money; and I told you then that I should or would be a gentleman: Whereupon, small acquaintances (because I was resolved to play no more) you advised me to give over; and you told me you would, upon our coming to the city, here bring me to a knight that was a gentleman-maker, whom I conceive this to be, and here am I, and here’s my four hundred pound, which my man has here drawn up to town, and here I mean to quarter it*.

252Coulter*But I will see what pennyworths you bargain for first, by your mastership’s leave.

253MoneylacksDrawn and quartered! You have a wit, sir; I find that already.

254HoydenYes, sir, I have a downright country wit and was counted a pretty spark at home. Did you never hear of little Tim of Taunton*? But I now mean to have a finical city wit, and a superfinical court wit* too, before I see mine uncle.

255MoneylacksYou may, sir.

256HoydenAnd be able to jest and jeer among men of judgement. I have a many small jests, petty Johns, as I call ’em: but I will have a clubbing wit* and a drinking wit; and be able to hold play with the great poets, ay: and with dry jests to maul the malapertest lesser ones (that hold themselves better than the biggest) out o’ the pit of wit I, before I see mine uncle.

257MoneylacksYou may have all, sir, if you quarter your four hundred pound discreetly: but who is your uncle, I pray?

258HoydenFor that you shall pardon me, till I am a gentleman. But I assure you he is a great gentleman in the city here; and I neither must nor dare see him till I am one at least: and I will tell you presently how I mean to quarter* my money.

259Coulter   [Aside]   They’ll quarter that and you too*, if I zee not the better to the matter.

260Moneylacks   [Aside to SPRING and in BRITTLEWARE'S hearing]   Dost thou know the uncle he speaks of?

261Spring   [Aside to MONEYLACKS]   No, nor cannot learn who it is for my life.

262Brittleware   [Aside to MONEYLACKS and SPRING]   Some great man sure that’s ashamed of his kindred: perhaps some suburb justice that sits o’ the skirts o’the city and lives by’t.*

263Moneylacks   [Aside to MONEYLACKS and in SPRING'S hearing]   Well said, Jack!

264HoydenLook you sir, thus had I cast it – small acquaintance, pray do you note it too: I love your advice, that at first sight of me, which was but last night, could relieve me from cheaters –

265Brittleware   [Aside]   From some of his own companions, to cheat you more himself.

266HoydenThe first hundred pound to be for the making of me a gentleman: the second hundred shall be for apparel.

267SpringHe speaks half like a gentleman already.

268BrittlewareRight, there’s half disposed of.

269HoydenThe third hundred I’ll spend in pleasure:   Whisper[s to SPRING].   Hark, small acquaintance, we’ll have wenches.

270SpringWhat wants he of a gentleman, and go no further, but save the last hundred.

271HoydenOh, small acquaintance, that must walk too: but all for profit to support my gentility hereafter.

272SpringAs how?

273HoydenI will be cheated of it.


275HoydenNot in gross, but by retail; to try men’s several wits and so learn to shift for myself in time and need be.

276BrittlewareDo you hear this?

277Coulter There’s a plot now!

278MoneylacksI protest I admire him: I never found like craft in a yeoman’s son before.

279HoydenNo words on’t I beseech you, sir; nor name that foolish word yeoman’s son any more. I came to change my copy and write gentleman: and to go the nighest way to work, my small acquaintance here tells me, to go by the heralds* is the farthest way about.

280MoneylacksWell, sir, we will take the speediest course for you that may be possible.

281BrittlewareThe season of the year serves most aptly too,
        Both for purging and bleeding*:
        Give your name into this book, sir.

282HoydenTimothy Hoyden, sir.

283Brittleware   [Writes]*   Timothy Hoyden.

284HoydenBut must I bleed, sir?

285MoneylacksYes, you must bleed; your father’s blood must out. He was but a yeoman, was he?

286HoydenAs rank a clown, none dispraised* as any in Somersetshire.

287MoneylacksHis foul rank blood of bacon and pease-porridge* must out of you to the last dram*.

288HoydenYou will leave me none in my body then? I shall bleed to death and you go that way to work.

289SpringFear nothing, sir: your blood shall be taken out by degrees, and your veins replenished with pure blood still as you lose the puddle.

290HoydenHow must that be done?

291CoulterAye, that ich I would hear.

292MoneylacksI commend you that you seek reason. It must be done by meats and drinks of costly price*: muscadel, caudles, jellies, and cock-broths. You shall eat nothing but shrimp porridge* for a fortnight, and now and then a pheasant’s egg souped with a peacock’s feather. Ay, that must be the diet.

293HoydenDelicate!

294CoulterThis stands to reason indeed. *

295MoneylacksThen at your going abroad the first air you take shall be of the Asparagus Garden, and you shall feed plentifully of that.

296HoydenOf the air do you mean?

297MoneylacksNo, of the asparagus. And that with a concoction of goat’s milk shall set you on* end and your blood as high as any gentleman’s lineally descended from the loins of King Cadwallader*.

298HoydenExcellent; I like all excellently well, but this bleeding. I could never endure the sight of blood.

299MoneylacksThat shows the malignant baseness of your father’s blood within you!

300HoydenI was bewitched, I think, before I was begot to have a clown to my father; yet, sir, my mother said she was a gentlewoman.

301SpringSaid? What will not women say?

302HoydenNay, small acquaintance, she professed it upon her deathbed to the curate and diverse others that she was sister to a gentleman here in this city; and commanded me in her will and upon her blessing first to make myself a gentleman of good fashion and then to go to the gentleman my uncle.

303SpringWhat gentleman is that?

304HoydenI must not, nor I wo’not, tell you that till I am a gentleman myself: would you ha’me wrong the will o’ the dead? Small acquaintance, I will rather die a clown, as I am, first.

305MoneylacksBe content, sir; here’s half a labour saved; you shall bleed but o’ one side: the father’s side only.

306HoydenSay you so?

307MoneylacksThe mother vein shall not be pricked.

308HoydenI thank you, sir; I would ’twere done [at] once.

309MoneylacksBut when this is done, and your new blood infused into you, you shall most easily learn the manners and behaviour.

310SpringThe look, the garb, the congee

311BrittlewareAnd all the compliments of an absolute gentleman*.

312HoydenOh, brave!

313MoneylacksFor which you shall have best instructions;
        You’ll run a chargeable course in’t, that I’ll tell you,
        And may. Yet, if you please, retain your money,
        Cross your mother’s will and die a clown.

314HoydenBy no means, sir.

315Coulter   [Aside]   I begin to believe honestly of the knight.

316MoneylacksDo you note this skin of his here?

317BrittlewareSkin? ’Tis a hide*, sir.

318Hoyden’Tis somewhat thick and foul indeed, sir.

319MoneylacksHe must have a bath and that will be more charge.

320SpringTis pity he should be flead.

321HoydenI thank you, small acquaintance. Pray let me have a bath, what e’er it cost me, rather than flea* me.

322Money;acksWell, sir, this house shall be your lodging, and this the master of it, an excellent surgeon and expert in these affairs, shall be your attendant.

323HoydenMy man may attend me too, may he not?

324SpringYes, by all means, and see the laying out of your money,

325Coulter   [Aside]   I like that best: sure they are honest men.

326MoneylacksIs that your man? What, does he wear a coulter by his side?

327Coulter No sir, my name is Coulter; I myself am a coulter and this is but my hanger on*, as I am my master’s.

328MoneylacksThou mayest make a country gentleman in time, I see that by thy wit.

329CoulterAll my friends will be glad on’t.

330MoneylacksCome gentlemen, I’ll lead you the way.[All] Ex[it].
2.2*
TOUCHWOOD, WALTER, [and] GILBERT [enter].

331TouchwoodBut how can you assure me, gentlemen, that this is true?

332GilbertWe saw’t not acted, sir, nor had reported it,
        But on those terms of honour you have sworn to;
        In which you are engaged first to forgive
        Your son, then never to reveal to friend
        Or foe the knowledge of the fact.

333WalterYou cannot now but receive
        Your son into your favour that did urge him
        To do some outrage, some villanous shame or mischief,
        Upon that family as he would shun your curse.

334TouchwoodThis is a mischief with a witness to it*;
        He has done it home it seems.

335GilbertSir, can a son
        Do his father’s will too fully?

336TouchwoodYou may be pleased to call him.WALTER exits
        I would now put on an anger, but I fear
        My inward joy’s too great to be dissembled:
        Now for a rigid brow that might enable
        A man to stand competitor for the seat
        Of austere justice –
Sam[uel and] Wa[lter] enter.
        Are you come to boast
        The bravery of your fact, with a dissembled
        Show of obedience, as if you had merited
        Forgiveness and a blessing; when my shame
        For thy lewd action makes me turn and hide
        My face –   [Turns] Aside [to hide his] laugh[ter]*   for fear my laughter be descried.

337GilbertPray turn not from him, sir.

338TouchwoodI have heard, sir, of your workmanship, but may
        A man receive it on your word for truth?

339SamuelIt is too true unless you please in mercy
        To pardon and preserve me from the rigour
        Of justice and the sharper censure
        That I shall suffer in all good opinion.

340TouchwoodI mean you out o’ the noise on’t presently:
        So –   [Gives SAMUEL money]   there’s a hundred pieces, get you gone.
        Provide you for a journey into France,
        Bear yourself well, and look you come not home
        A verier coxcomb than you went abroad.
        Pray wear no falling bands and cuffs* above
        The price of suits and cloaks, lest you become
        The better half undone in a bout at buffets.

341SamuelI hope you shall hear well of me.


343SamuelPray bless me, sir.

344TouchwoodMy blessing be upon thee.
        Go, get thee gone, my tenderness will show
        Itself too womanish else.

345GilbertGoodness of nature.

346WalterWe’ll help to set you forward.[GILBERT, WALTER and SAMUEL] Ex[it].

347TouchwoodThank ye, gentlemen:
        Be but my son, thou shalt not want a father;
        Though somebody must seek one; ha, ha, ha –
        I’d give another hundred pieces now
        With all my heart that I might be untongue-tied
        And triumph o’er my adversary now
        And dash this business in his angry teeth:
        Strike Striker’s teeth out with his own abuse.
        Perhaps he knows it already; if he does
        I may take notice and make bold to jeer him.
        This is his usual walk.
STRIKER [enters, speaking to himself].

348StrikerI was to blame
        To give it so much credit at the first,
        As to be troubled at it.

349Touchwood   [Aside]   ’Tis the rascal.

350StrikerThat he, the son of my despite and scorn,
        Should gain of fate a lot to see my niece,
        Much less a face to ask her for his wife.

351Touchwood   [Aside]   Perhaps he’s casting of his will.

352StrikerYet the vexation that I was but told so
        Lies gnawing in my stomach, that until
        I vomit it upon that dunghill wretch;
        I cannot eat nor sleep to do me good –[Notices TOUCHWOOD]
        And I thank chance he’s here.*

353TouchwoodHe comes, and so have at him.

354StrikerHum, hum, hum, humh.

355TouchwoodAnd ha, ha, ha to thee old puppy*.

356StrikerSirrah, sirrah, how dar’st thou keep a son that dares but look upon my niece? There I am wi’ye, sir.

357TouchwoodSirrah, and sirrah to thy withered jaws and down that wrinkled throat of thine: how dar’st thou think a son of mine dares for displeasing me look but with foul contempt upon thy loathed issue?

358StrikerImpudent villain, I have heard he has seen her.

359TouchwoodHas he but seen her?   [Aside]   ha, ha, ha, I fear I shall out with it*: I would not be forsworn. I’ll keep it in if I can.

360StrikerYes, malapert Jack, I have heard that he has seen her, but better hadst thou pissed him ’gainst the wall than he presume to love her: and there I am wi’ye, sir.

361TouchwoodHast thou but heard he has seen her? I tell thee thou old booby thou: if he had seen, felt, heard, and understood her, nay, had he got her with child and then left her, he were my son and I would cherish him.

362StrikerDar’st thou speak so, thou old reprobate?

363Touchwood   [Aside]   Thou dost not hear me say it is so, though I could wish it were with all my heart because I think it would break thine.

364StrikerHugh, hugh, hugh.Cough[s]*.

365Touchwood   [Aside]   I hope I shall keep it within the compass of mine oath; yet there was a touch for him.

366StrikerOh, thou hell-bred rascal thou; hugh, hugh.Cough[s] and spit[s].

367TouchwoodSo, so, up with it: lungs, lights, liver and all; choke up, in a churl’s name.

368StrikerHugh, hugh.

369Touchwood   [Aside]   I have put him into these fits forty times at least, and not without hope it will throttle* him at last –   [To STRIKER]   if you do break a gut or a rib or two with straining, a rope will be your only remedy: and so I leave you.   [Makes to leave but then returns]   By the way, you have not heard me say that I know anything by* your niece . . . but what I know I’ll keep to myself.

370StrikerAnd hang thyself, I care not what thou knowest . . . yet thus far take me wi’ye, sir?

371TouchwoodNot a step, unless I were sure I were going to the devil, huh, huh. No, sir, you shall not trip me. You shall not fetch it out of me. Tush, my son’s my son, and keep your niece to yourself, huh, and if she has anything of his you may keep that too, huh; and so choke up again with all my heart, and much good do it you*.[TOUCHWOOD] Exit[s].

372StrikerHuh, huh – hem! So he’s gone. The villain’s gone in hope that he has killed me when my comfort is he has recovered me*. I was heart-sick with a conceit which lay so mingled with my phlegm that I had perished if I had not broke it and made me spit it out; hemh, ’tis gone, and I’ll home merrily.
        I would not that he should know the good he has done me
        For half my estate; nor would I be at peace with him
        To save it all. His malice works upon me,
        Past all the drugs and all the doctor’s counsels
        That e’er I coped with. He has been my vexation
        These thirty years; nor have I had another
        E’er since my wife died. If the rascal knew’t,
        He would be friends and I were instantly
        But a dead man. I could not get another
        To anger me so handsomely.[STRIKER exits]
2.3*
FRISWOOD [and] STRIKER [enter].

373FriswoodYou are welcome home, sir.*

374StrikerAnd merrily too, Fid. Hemh, light at heart.*
        I met with my physician, dog-leech Touchwood*,
        And cleared my stomach, and now I am light at heart.
        And thou shalt hear on’t, Fid, anon perhaps.

375FriswoodYou are the better able then to hear
        And bear what I must tell you.

376StrikerWhere’s my niece?
        How does she, ha?

377FriswoodAs well as a young woman
        In her case may do, sir.

378StrikerHa! How’s that?

379Friswood ’Twill out, and I as fit to tell you as another.

380StrikerOut with it then!

381Friswood’Tis true, I faced you down there was no league
        Between young Touchwood and your niece, in hope
        To turn her heart from him before the knowledge
        Of anything that past should be a grief to you:
        But since I have discovered ’tis too late
        And she can be fit bride for no man else.

382StrikerHe has not lain with her, has he?

383FriswoodYou speak as just as German’s lips*.

384StrikerI hope he has not lipped* her so:
        Prithee, what canst thou mean?

385FriswoodSir, if you think the knowledge of a truth of this sad nature may prejudice your health by drawing a choleric fit into you you were best to send for your physician, your dog-leech Touchwood*, as you called him, to break your bed of phlegm* by laughing at you.*

386StrikerWhat dost thou mean now? I have asked thee twice.

387FriswoodI say young Touchwood has touched and clapped your niece;
        And (which is worse) with scorn and foul disdain
        Has left and quite forsaken; and is gone:
        They say sent by his father to travel*.

388Striker’Twas this the villain hammered on today,
        When he spoke mystically*, doubtful words
        Reflecting on this mischievous sense? Hell, hell, hell.

389Friswood’Twere good you would forsake the thought of hell, sir,
        And think upon some timely course to save
        Her credit and the honour of your house by marriage.

390StrikerYou counsel very well;
        But were you privy in their love’s affair?

391FriswoodIndeed, I knew too much on’t: think of a course, good sir.

392StrikerI know no course for her and you but one,
        Young whore and bawd, and that is instantly
        To pack you out of doors to seek your living,
        And there I will be wi’ye.

393FriswoodSir, that you must not.

394Striker’Sprecious*, dost thou must me in mine own house?

395FriswoodIn your own house, sir. Kill us if you please,
        And take the sin upon you; but out of it
        You must not dare to thrust us with your shame:
        Which I will so divulge as you shall find
        Your house to be no sanctuary for yourself;
        And there I’ll be with you.

396StrikerThis is lusty*.

397FriswoodConsider wisely that I know you, sir,
        And can make foul relation of some passages
        That you will shame to hear.

398StrikerHold your peace.

399FriswoodRemember sir, near thirty years ago*,
        You had a sister whose great marriage portion
        Was in your hands. Good gentlewoman, she
        Unfortunately loving a false squire,
        Just as your niece hath now, did get a clap*:
        You know, sir, what I mean.

400StrikerYou’ll hold your peace?

401FriswoodI’ll speak it though I die for’t. Better here
        Than in a worse place. So clapped I say she was,
        I know not yet by whom – you do and bear
        An inward grudge against somebody to this hour for’t –
        But to my story: good gentlewoman she
        Was by your most unbrotherly cruel usage
        Thrust out o’ doors as now you threaten us:
        And, miserably big-bellied as she was,
        Leaving her most unjustly, [you] detained her portion
        In your false hands. [She] forsook you and the town
        To fly the air where her disgrace was spread.
        Some jewels and some gold she had concealed,
        But to what part o’ th’ world she took* we know not,
        Nor did you ever care, but wished her out on’t
        By any desperate end after her flight,
        From portion, blood and name; and so perhaps
        Immediately she was. For which, this judgement
        Is justly fallen upon you.

402StrikerYet hold thy peace.

403FriswoodNeither by threats, nor bribes, nor all persuasion,
        Until you take your niece into your care:
        What will the world say when it hears this story
        Of your own natural sister and your cruelty
        When you shall second it with your niece’s shame?

404StrikerI never was so ’mazed*, so astonished.

405FriswoodNay, more than this, old Striker, I’ll impeach
        You for foul incontinence and shaking your
        Old bullion trunks* over my truckle-bed*.

406StrikerThou art not desperate? Wilt thou shame thyself?

407FriswoodI value neither shame, nor name, nor fame;
        And wealth I have none to lose. You have enough
        To pay for all, I take it?

408StrikerOh, I am sick.

409FriswoodBe of good cheer, I’ll send for your physician.

410StrikerSick, sick at heart; let me be had to bed.[STRIKER] Exit[s].

411FriswoodI hope I have laid the heat of his severity.
        So sometimes great offences pass for none,
        When severe judges dare not hear their own.[FRISWOOD] Ex[its].

Edited by Julie Sanders