ACT TWO*
2.1
[In MIHIL's lodgings]
MIHIL, TAILOR, and SHOEMAKER* enter
[MIHIL is wearing a new suit and new boots]

192MihilNay, but honest Shoemaker, thy honest price*?

193ShoemakerI tell you in truth, sir, ’tis as good a boot as ever you pulled on in your life.

194MihilA little too straight,* I doubt. What do you think o’ my boots, honest Tailor?

195TailorThey do exceeding handsomely, never trust me, sir.*

196MihilNever fear it, Tailor, you shall trust me, and please* you.

197TailorYou are pleasant, sir.

198Mihil And what do you think of my suit, Shoemaker? Can you say as much for the Tailor as he for you?

199ShoemakerA very neat suit, sir, and becomes you excellent.

200MihilHonest men both, and hold together; one would little think you were so near neighbours. Well, you have fitted me both, I must confess*. But how I shall fit you, now there’s the point.*

201TailorThere’s but one way for that and please you.

202ShoemakerWith paying us our money, sir.

203MihilStill both in a tale*, I cannot but commend your neighbourhood. I muse my laundress* stays, I sent her three or four ways for moneys. But do not you stay for that. I have ways enough to pay you. I have ploughs a-going* that you dream not of.

204TailorNo, indeed, sir, we dream of nothing but ready money, sleeping or waking.

205MihilI shall be rich enough, ne’re fear ’t. I have a venture in the new soap-business*, man.

206TailorWe are but servants, sir. And our masters themselves have no faith in slippery* projects.

207ShoemakerBesides, the women begin to grumble against that slippery project shrewdly, and, ’tis feared, will mutiny shortly.

208MihilBurlakin, and they may prove more troublesome than a commotion of sailors.*
LAUNDRESS enters

O welcome, Laundress, where’s the money?

209LaundressNot a penny of money, sir, can I get. But here’s one come to town has brought you enough, and you can have grace to finger it.

210MihilWho’s that, I prithee?

211LaundressYour father, your father*, sir. I met his man by great chance, who told me his master means to steal upon you presently, and take you as he finds you.

212MihilIs he come up with his cross tricks? I heard he was to come. And that he means to live here altogether. He has had an aim these dozen years to live in town here, but never was fully bent on ’t until the Proclamation of restraint* spurred him up. ’Tis such a Crosswill. Well, he is my father, and I am utterly undone if thou help’st me not now at a pinch, at a pinch, dear Laundress. Go borrow me a gown*, and some four or five law books, for I protest, mine are in Duck Lane*. Nay, trudge, sweet Laundress, trudge –   LAUNDRESS exits   Honest Tailor and Shoemaker, convey yourselves away quietly, and I’ll pay you tomorrow, as I am a gentleman.

213ShoemakerAs I am a shoemaker, and that’s a kind of a gentleman*, you know, I’ll not stir till I have my money. I am not an ass, sir.

214MihilNobody says thou art.

215ShoemakerI have had too many such tricks put upon me i’ my days.

216MihilA trick! As I hope for money, it is no trick.

217ShoemakerWell, sir, trick or no trick, I must have my money or my boots, and that’s plain dealing.

218MihilA pox o’th’ boots, so my legs were out of ’hem. Would they were i’ thy throat, spurs and all. You will not out?

219ShoemakerNo, marry, will we not.

220TailorWell said, Shoemaker, I commend thee. Thou hast a better heart than I, though my stomach’s good.*
LAUNDRESS enters [with a lawyer's gown and law books]

221MihilO well said.* My good Laundress, how am I bound to thee? Yet all this wo’ not do ’t,* Laundress. Thou must bestir thy stumps a little further, and borrow me a couple of gowns more, for these rascals here that will not away.

222LaundressHow? Wo’ not away? And they were well serv’d, they would be thrust out of doors for saucy companions. Your masters would not put a gentleman to his trumps thus.

223Mihil*Nay, sweet Laundress, restrain thy tongue, and stretch thy feet. A couple of gowns, good Laundress, and forget not caps.   LAUNDRESS exits   If I do now furnish you like civil lawyers*, and you do not keep your countenances; if ever you do but peep in at the Hall door at Christmas to see the revels*, I’ll have you set i’ th’ stocks for this, believe it.

224ShoemakerIf you do, sir, I may hap be even with you before the year comes about, and set you in our stocks for ’t.*

225TailorBut will you make lawyers of us?

226MihilHave you a mind to have your money, you unbelieving* rascals?

227ShoemakerI see your drift, and hope you’ll prove an honest gentleman.

228MihilThou hast some hope, though no faith nor trust* in any man.

229ShoemakerAlas, sir, our masters sit at great rents, and keep great families.

230MihilI cry you mercy, they are removed into the new plantation here,* where, they say, are a tribe of infidel tradesmen, that have made a law within yourselves to put no trust in gentlemen.* But bear yourselves handsomely here, you were best. I am acquainted with a crew* that haunts about your habitations, with whom I will join, and so batter your windows one of these nights else. –   [LAUNDRESS enters with two more lawyers’ gowns]   O welcome, Laundress, how dost thou toil for me.

231LaundressYour father’s talking, as I am a woman, below.

232[Mihil]*As thou art a woman below*, well said. Come, on with these gowns, and let’s see how you’ll look.    [MIHIL, TAILOR, and SHOEMAKER put on the gowns]   If we had time, the shoemaker should wash his face; but seeing there is no remedy, pull the cap in your eyes, and good enough. Now Laundress, set us stools, and leave us.
[LAUNDRESS arranges stools and MIHIL,
TAILOR, and SHOEMAKER sit]

233LaundressI hear him coming up.LAUNDRESS exits

234MihilNow let him come, we are ready for him. Shoemaker, keep your hand underneath the book, that the pitch* do not discover you.

235ShoemakerI warrant you, sir.

236MihilAnd Tailor, be sure you have no needle on your sleeve, nor thread about your neck.

237TailorI warrant you too for me, sir.

238MihilHe’s entered*.
CROSSWILL and BELT enter. They stand aside.*

239MihilRemitter, I say, is where a man hath two titles, that is to say, one of an elder, the other of a later. And he cometh to the land by the later title; yet the law adjudgeth him to be in by the force of the elder title.* If the tenant in the tail* discontinue* the tail, and after he deceaseth* his discontinue, and so dieth seized, whereby the tenants descend to their issue, as to his cousin inheritable by force of the tail. In this case the tenants descend, who have right by force of the tail, a remitter in the tail taken for that in the law, shall put and adjudge him to be in by force of descent.   [Aside to the SHOEMAKER]   Pox on ye, speak something, good or bad, somewhat.*

240ShoemakerThe remitter, you say, is seized i’th’ tail?

241Mihil   [Aside to the SHOEMAKER]   Excellent, Shoemaker.   [Aloud]   I say so, and again, I say, that if the tenant in the tail enfeoff* his son, or his cousin, inheritable by force of the tail, the which son or cousin at the time of the feoffment is within age, and after the tenant in the tail dieth, this is a remitter to the heir in the tail, to whom the feoffment is made.   [Aside to the TAILOR]   Now, Tailor.

242TailorThink you so, sir?

243MihilLook either Fitzherbert, Perkins, or Dyer, and you shall find it in the second part of Richard Cordelyon.* So much for remitter. Now I’ll put a plain homespun case, as a man may say, which we call a moot case.

244ShoemakerAye, pray do, sir.

245Crosswill   [Aside]   Some father might take joy of such a son, now. This takes not me. No, this is not my way.

246MihilThe case is this.   Aside [to the TAILOR]*   Pull up your gowns* closer and behanged.   [Aloud]   You are a tailor, and you a shoemaker.

247ShoemakerAnd you owe us money.

248MihilI put the case, I do, to you for a suit of clothes.

249TailorWell.

250MihilAnd to you for a pair of boots.


252MihilI have broke my day* with you both. Suppose so.

253Shoemaker and TailorVery well, we do.

254MihilYou clap a sergeant o’ my back. I put in bail, remove it, and carry it up into the upper court, with habeas corpus*; bring it down again into the lower court with procedendo; then take it from thence, and bring it into the Chancery with a Certiorari; aye, and if you look not to’t, bring it out of the Chancery again, and thus will I keep you from your money till your suit and your boots be worn out before you recover penny of me.

255ShoemakerS’ly’d,* but you shall not! Your father shall know all first.

256Mihil   [Aside to the SHOEMAKER]   S’foot,* Shoemaker, wilt thou be an ass? I do but put a case, have you not seen it tried?

257TailorYes, very often.

258Crosswill   [Coming forward and revealing himself]   Away with books! Away with law! Away with madness. Aye, God bless thee, and make thee his servant, and defend thee from law, I say. Take up these books, sirrah    [BELT picks up MIHIL’s borrowed law books],   and carry them presently into Paul’s Churchyard,* d’ye see, and change them all for histories, as pleasant as profitable; Arthur of Britain, Primalion of Greece, Amadis of Gaul, and such like, d’ee see?*

259MihilI hope he does but jest.

260CrosswillAnd do you hear, sirrah?

261BeltAye,* sir.

262CrosswillGet Bell’s work*, and you can, into the bargain.

263BeltWhich Bell, sir? Adam Bell, with Clim o’th’ Clough, and William of Cloudesley?

264CrosswillAdam Bell, you ass? Valiant Bell that killed the dragon.*

265BeltYou mean St. George.

266CrosswillSir Jolthead, do I not. I’ll teach you to chop logic with me.[CROSSWILL beats BELT]
[BELT begins to leave with the books]

267Mihil   [Aside]   S’foot, how shall I answer my borrowed books?   [Aloud]   Stay, Belt. Pray, sir, do not change my books.

268CrosswillSir, sir, I will change them and you too. Did I leave thee here to learn fashions and manners, that thou mightst carry thy self like a gentleman, and dost thou waste thy brains in learning a language that I understand not a word of?* Ha! I had been as good have brought thee up among the wild Irish*.

269MihilWhy, alas, sir, had I not better keep myself within my chamber, at my study, than be rioting abroad, wasting both money and time, which is more precious than money? If you did know the inconvenience of company, you would rather encourage and commend my retired life, than any ways dehort me from it.

270CrosswillWhy, sir, did not I keep company, think you, when I was young? Ha!

271MihilYes, sir. But the times are much altered and youth more corrupted now; they did not drink and wench in those days, but nay, O ’tis abominable in these.

272CrosswillWhy, this is that I feared, the boy’s turning meacock too, after his elder brother. ’Twas time to look to him.
NICHOLAS Rooksbill, ANTHONY, and CLOTPOLL [calling from offstage]

273NicholasWhy, Crosswill Mick? What, not up yet and behanged. Or ha’ ye a wench a bed w’ ye? Is this keeping your home?
MIHIL runs to the door and holds it.*

274Mihil   [Aside]   S’foot, the rogue Rooksbill and his crew, I feared as much.

275NicholasBreak open the door, let me come to’t.

276MihilForbear, or behanged, you will undo me. My father’s here. I’ll meet you anon, as I am honest.

277NicholasYour father’s a clowterdepouch.* Nay, I will come, then. What mademoiselle do you call father?
[NICHOLAS, ANTHONY, and CLOTPOLL] enter*

278Mihil   [Aside to NICHOLAS, ANTHONY, and CLOTPOLL]   You would not believe me. Pray be civil.

279Anthony   [Aside to MIHIL]   ’Tis so, we will.   [Aloud]   Cry mercy, you are busy. We will not moot today, then?

280MihilI hope you may excuse me, I’ll be w’ ye* anon.

281NicholasCome to the Goat Capricorn.* We have the bravest new discovery.[NICHOLAS, ANTHONY, and CLOTPOLL] exit

282CrosswillHow now! What are these?

283MihilThey are gentlemen of my standing, sir, that have a little over-studied themselves, and are somewhat –

284CrosswillMad. Are they not? And so will you be shortly, if you follow these courses. Mooting, do they call it? You shall moot nor mute here no longer. Therefore, on with your cloak and sword, follow me to the tavern, and leave me such long-tailed* company as these are, for I do not like them.

285MihilNo more do I, sir, if I knew how to be rid of ’hem.

286CrosswillI think thou hast ne’er a sword, hast thou, ha?

287MihilYes, sir.

288CrosswillWhere is it, sir? Let me see ’t, sir.

289Mihil’Tis here, under my bed, sir. –
[CROSSWILL reaches under the bed and brings out MIHIL's sword.]*

290CrosswillWhy there’s a lawyer’s trick right, make his weapon companion with his piss-pot. Fie, fie, here’s a tool indeed.   [CROSSWILL offers MIHIL money]   There’s money, sir, buy you a good one, one with the mathematical hilt*, as they term it.

291Mihil   [MIHIL refuses the money]   It would do better in mathematical books, sir. Offer me no money, pray, sir, but for books.

292CrosswillGo to, you are a peevish Jack, do not provoke me. Do not you owe me obedience? Ha!

293MihilYes, sir, I acknowledge it.

294Crosswill’Tis good you do. Well, take that money   [MIHIL takes CROSSWILL’s money];    and put yourself into clothes befitting your rank, do so. And let me see you squirting about without a weapon, like an attorney’s clerk in term-time,* and I’ll weapon you. What, shall I have a noddy of you? This frets him to the liver.* Go to, never hang the head for the matter. For I tell thee I will have it so, and herein be known what I am.

295Mihil   Aside   You are known sufficiently for your cross humour already, in which I’ll try you if I can make you double this money, for this will not serve my turn.
[MIHIL counts the money]

296CrosswillWhat, have you told it after me? You had best weigh it, too.

297MihilNo, sir, but I have computed that for my present use, here is too much by half. Pray, sir, take half back.

298CrosswillBody o’ me, what a perverse knave is this, to cross me thus? Is there too much, say you? Ha!

299MihilYes, truly, sir.

300CrosswillLet me see ’t.   [CROSSWILL takes back the money]   Go thy ways, take thy musty books, and thy rusty whittle* here again. And take your foolish, plodding, duncy-coxcomely* course, till I look after you again. Come away, sirrah.[CROSSWILL] exits with BELT.

301MihilS’foot, who’s the gull now? Tailor, Shoemaker, you may go pawn your gowns for any money I am like to have.

302ShoemakerWe have all played the lawyers to pretty purpose, in pleading all this while for nothing. Well, sir, to avoid further trouble, I am content to withdraw my action, that is, pull off your boots again, and be jogging.

303TailorAnd for my part, sir, I can do no less than take you by default and non-suit you.
BELT enters

304MihilVery good lawyers both. Is my father quite gone, Belt?

305BeltGone in a tempest of high displeasure, sir.   [BELT shows MIHIL more money]   And has sent you here all the money he had about him, and bids you refuse it if you dare; ’tis above twice the sum he offered you before. But good sir, do not refuse it. He swears he will try whether you or he shall have his will. Take heed you cross him not too much.

306MihilWell, at thy request, because thou shalt not have anger for carrying it back again, I will accept.[MIHIL accepts the money]

307BeltI thank you, sir. Consider, he’s your father, sir.

308MihilI do, most reverend Belt, and would be loth to cross him, although I may as much in taking his money as refusing it, for ought I know, for thou* know’st ’tis his custom to cross me and the rest of his children in all we do, to try and urge his obedience; ’tis an odd way. Therefore, to help myself I seem to covet the things that I hate, and he pulls them from me; and make show* of loathing the things I covet, and he hurls them doubly at me, as now in this money.

309BeltAre you so crafty?

310MihilYes, but do thou put it in his head, and I’ll pick out thy brains.*

311BeltYou never knew an old servingman treacherous to his young master. What? To the hopes o’th’ house? You will be heir, that’s questionless; for, to your comfort, your elder brother grows every day more fool than the other. But now the rest of the message is, that you make haste, and come to my master to the Goat in Covent Garden, where he dines with his new landlord today.

312MihilHe has taken a house, then?

313BeltO, a most delicate one, with a curious belle coney and all belonging to ’t most stately.

314MihilAt the Goat does he dine, sayest thou?

315BeltYes, sir.

316MihilMy crew are gone thither too. Pray Mars we fall not foul of one another. Well, go thy way, present my duty to him, I’ll follow presently. Tell him I took his money with much unwillingness.

317BeltAs lawyers do their fees. Let me alone, sir.*[BELT] exits

318MihilWell, Tailor and Shoemaker: you have put me to’t, but here’s your money.

319Shoemaker’Twas for that we did put you to ’t, sir.

320MihilLet’s see your bill, Tailor.

321TailorHere ’tis, sir, as ready as a watchman’s.*[TAILOR presents his bill]

322MihilThen good words will pass it.   [To the TAILOR; MIHIL gives him money]   Seven pounds four shillings: tell your money.   [To the SHOEMAKER; MIHIL gives him money]   Yours is fourteen shillings, boots and galloshes. There ’tis, and twelve pence to drink.

323ShoemakerI thank your worship.

324MihilAre you right, Tailor?

325TailorYes, and please you, sir.

326MihilThere’s a shilling for you too, to spend in bread.

327ShoemakerHe knows both our diets. We’ll make bold to take leave of your worship.

328MihilNot so bold as I’m glad I’m so well rid of you, most courteous gentlemen.   TAILOR [and] SHOEMAKER exit   To see what money can do; that can change men’s manners, alter their conditions! How tempestuous the slaves were without it! O thou powerful metal!* What authority is in thee? Thou art the key to all men’s mouths. With thee a man may lock up the jaws of an informer, and without thee he cannot* open the lips of a lawyer.Exit.
2.2
[A room in the Goat Tavern]
CROSSWILL, ROOKSBILL, GABRIEL, KATHERINE, LUCY, and DRAWER enter

329CrosswillDown, boy, and bid the cook hasten dinner.

330DrawerWhat will you please to drink in the meantime, sir?

331CrosswillI will not drink in the meantime, sir, get you gone.

332Drawer*   [Aside]   A fine old humorous gentleman.[DRAWER exits]

333CrosswillHold up your head, sirrah, and leave your precise folly. I’ll leave you to the wild world else, d’ ye see. Is the name of a tavern so odious to you? Ha! Your brother has vexed me sufficiently already, and perhaps he’ll refuse to come too! If he dares, let him. Welcome, Master Rooksbill, welcome, landlord, and your fair daughter, welcome, pretty one. Trust me, a pretty one indeed;* pray be acquainted with my daughter there. In your maiden-company, I hope she will not think the tavern such a bug’s nest* as she did. I had much ado to draw my rebellious children to the tavern after me.

334RooksbillAnd truly, sir, ’tis the first to my knowledge that e’er my daughter came into.*

335CrosswillAll in good time she may increase in virtue.* But if it be a fault (as i’ my conscience it is a great transgression*), my unsettledness and unprovidedness else, where or how to entertain a friend, or feed myself, may well excuse us all, d’ ye see.

336RooksbillO, sir, I cannot enough admire that virtue in your son.

337CrosswillIt is a vice, as much a vice or more, as is your son’s, your cast-away’s, as you call him, that sucks no other air than that of taverns, taphouses,* brothels, and such like. I would their extreme qualities could meet each other at half way, and so mingle their superfluities of humour unto a mean betwixt ’em. It might render them both allowable subjects*, where now the one’s a firedrake in the air,* and t’other a mandrake in the earth,* both mischievous. See how he stands like a mole-catcher.* What dirty, dogged humour was I in when I got him*, ’trow?

338RooksbillHowe’er his carriage seems distasteful unto you, I could afford (with your allowance, to make conditions of estate agreeable) to give all that is mine to him with my daughter.*

339Crosswill   Aside   What a mechanic slave is this, to think a son of mine, howe’er I underrate him, a fit mate to mingle blood with his Moorditch breed.* True, his estate is great, I understand it, but of all fowl I love not moorhens. Such another motion would stir me to roar* him down the tavern stairs.

340RooksbillWhat do you think on ’t, sirs?*

341CrosswillHeaven grant me patience!

342RooksbillWill you consider of it, Master Crosswill?

343Crosswill   [Aside]   I was never so put to’t. I wish we had a stickler.*   [Aloud]   I muse that Master Cockbrain stays* thus.

344RooksbillYou do not mind* my motion,* sir.

345Crosswill’Uds precious, I mind nothing, I am so crossed in mind that I can mind nothing, nor will I mind nothing, d’ ye see. Why comes not Master Cockbrain? Ha!

346RooksbillYet you mind him, it seems.* But he, sir, cannot come, and desires you to hold him excused. He’s gone about some special undertaking, for the good of the commonwealth, he says.

347CrosswillFart* for his undertaking; all the world is bent to cross me.
BELT enters*

What, is my young master come? Ha!

348BeltMy young master, Master Mihil, will be here presently; he said he would follow me at heels, sir.

349CrosswillAnd why not come before you, sir? Does he not think that I have waited long enough, sir? Sure, I’ll cross somebody under that knave’s pate of yours, d’ y’ see.[CROSSWILL beats BELT]

350Belt   [Aside]   Thus when anybody angers him, I am sure to hear on’t.

351CrosswillSo, now my spleen is a little palliated, let me speak with you, Master Rooksbill. Get you down, sirrah, and bring me word dinner is not ready and I’ll give you as much more, d’ye’see.

352Belt   [Aside]   That’s his way to his stomach.
[CROSSWILL and ROOKSBILL talk aside]

353KatherineAnd is your brother, that your father says is so ungracious, so well acquainted with my brother Mihil, say you?

354LucyOh, all in all, he’s not so familiar with any man, if Mihil Crosswill be your brother, as ’tis manifest.

355KatherineI would not that my father knew it, for all I can expect from him but his blessing. But does your father know it?

356LucyNo, I would not he should mistrust* it for all he has, blessing and all; and now that I have found you love your brother so well, I will make over my reason and my counsel in trust with you, hoping you will not wrong that trust.*

357KatherineIf I do, may the due price of treachery be my reward.

358LucyI love your brother, lady,* and he loves me. The only good act that ever my brother did was to bring us acquainted, and is indeed all that he has to live on. For I do succour him with many a stolen piece* for the felicity he brought me in your brother’s love. Now, my father, whose irreconcileable hate has forever discarded my brother, should he but dream of their acquaintance, would poison all my hopes.

359KatherineBut let me ask you, is there an hope betwixt you and my brother ever to come together?

360LucyYes, and a way he has for ’t, which I understand not yet.

361KatherineTrust me, I pity you both, your case is very dangerous.*

362LucyLove’s above all adventures,* the more hard the achievement is, the sweeter the reward.

363Katherine   [Aside]   I like her spirit well.

364CrosswillYou, sir, come hither, what is hammering in your head now? Is’t not some synodical* question to put unto the brethren, concerning Whitson-ales and May-games?* Ha!

365GabrielSurely, sir, I was premeditating a fit thanksgiving to be rendered before meat in taverns, according to the present occasion which the time and place administreth, and that as the spirit shall enable me, shall be delivered before you in due season.

366CrosswillI am glad I know your mind; for that trick, my zealous son, you shall come in at half-dinner, like a chafing-dish of coals when the sauce is cold, to make use of the heat of your spirit; d’ ye see. I love not meat twice dressed.

367RooksbillGood sir, put the proposition to him that I made. My affection to him urges it more and more, I never was so taken with a man.

368CrosswillBut what’s that to your daughter? Ha!

369RooksbillThe same affection governs her, she is not mine else.

370CrosswillWell, hold your peace. And was that your spiritual meditation?

371GabrielYes, verily.

372CrosswillCome, sir, at this gentleman’s request I will now put a question to you concerning the flesh. What think you of yond virgin there, his daughter? Can you affect her so well as to wish her to be your wedded wife?

373GabrielYou mean, espoused in holy matrimony?

374CrosswillYes, I mean so.

375Gabriel   [GABRIEL hums a] Psalm tune [and sings a few words of a hymn]*   “How happy ...”*

376Crosswill   [Aside]   But do thou say “yes, verily” to that and, as I hope to have peace in my grave, I’ll break the king’s peace on thy pate presently.

377GabrielIt is a weighty question, and requires due premeditation in a religious answer; pray give me leave to take advice –

378RooksbillWhat says he, sir?

379CrosswillHe says he will talk with a cunning* man about her.

380RooksbillSure you mistake him, sir.
[VINTNER enters]*

381VintnerYou are welcome, Gentlemen.
[VINTNER calls offstage to Goat Tavern serving men]*

Will! Harry! Zachary!*

382GabrielZachary is a good name.

383Vintner   [Calling to Goat tavern servers offstage]*   Where are you?   Rings the bell*   Show up into the PhÅ“nix. Is the Checque empty?*

384CrosswillHoyday, here’s a din.
[DRAWER enters]

385DrawerA pottle of Canary to the Dolphin, score.*[DRAWER exits]

386VintnerYou’re welcome, gentlemen.   [Calling to Goat Tavern servers offstage]   Take up the lilly-pot.Knock[ing heard offstage]*
[DRAWER enters]

387Drawer   [Calling offstage]   Half a dozen of clean pipes and a candle for the Elephant. They take their own tobacco.[Noise heard from offstage of pots being
thrown and clinking of drinking vessels]
*

388VintnerWhose room do they foul, sirrah?   Calling offstage   Harry! Harry?[Sound of] bell [being rung offstage]*

389GabrielDo elephants take tobacco?

390VintnerCarry up a Jordan for the Maidenhead, and a quart of white muscadine for the Blue Boar.[DRAWER] exits
[Sound of DRAWER] run[ning] down the stairs*
[VINTNER] exits

391CrosswillNow, methinks, the muscadine* for the Maidenhead, and the Jordan for the Boar were better.
[Sound of fiddlers tuning in a room below]*
[Sound of knocking from above, and of a pot being thrown]*
[Voice heard heard offstage from below:] Why boys, drawer, rogues, take up!*

392[Drawer]   [Heard offstage]*   By and by, by and by!*
[Voice heard from] above: Wine, tobacco!*

393CrosswillWhat variety of noises is here? And all excellent ill sounds.
[Voice heard from] above: Call up the fiddlers, sirrah.*

394GabrielSuch cries as these went forth before the desolation of the great city.*    Fiddling [of] rude tunes [heard offstage]*   O profane tinkling, the cymbals of Satan, that tickle the ear with vanity, to lift up the mind to lewdness. Mine ears shall be that of the adder against the song of the serpent.*

395RooksbillO rare, in a young man!

396GabrielI will roar out aloud to drown your incantations. Yea, I will set out a throat even as the beast that belloweth.

397RooksbillMost happy youth!

398CrosswillHold your peace, sirrah, or I’ll make you bellow for something.
MIHIL and NICHOLAS enter

399Mihil’Sfoot – back, Nick, to your own room. Thy father’s here too, as I breath.

400Nick.I vow.[NICHOLAS] exits

401Mihil   [Aside]   My Lucy too, as I live. How the devil got they acquainted? Sure, he’s his landlord. ’Tis so.

402CrosswillDare you come, sir? You should have stayed now till you had been sent for.

403MihilVerily, sir.

404CrosswillAre you at your “verilies” too? Ha!

405MihilBut for displeasing you, I had rather have grazed on Littleton’s Commons*, or ha’ fasted this fortnight, than come for my repast into this wilderness*; but you will ha’ it so.

406CrosswillYou are in the right, sir, I’ll have it so indeed, I’ll know why I shall not else. What, do you know nobody here?

407MihilI cry them mercy! My good brother – and my loving sister.[Greets GABRIEL and KATHERINE]

408Rooksbill   [Aside]   But what virtuous men has this man to his sons, and how they thrive in grace against his will, it seems.

409MihilWhat gentlewoman is this of your acquaintance, sister?

410Katherine*   [Aside to MIHIL]   ’Tis well dissembled, brother, but I know your cunning.

411Mihil   [Aside to LUCY]   Have you betrayed me?

412Lucy   [Aside to MIHIL]   Mum, Master Mihil, mum.

413Vintner   [Heard offstage]   Harry! Harry!
DRAWER enters hastily.

414Drawer   [Calling to offstage]   By and by.

415Crosswill*What devil art thou that roarest in mine ear so?CROSSWILL beats the DRAWER

416DrawerHold, I beseech you, I come to wait upon you.

417CrosswillWhat, with a “by and by”, that strikes into my head as sharp as a stiletto?

418DrawerI come to tell you, sir, that your table’s covered in a fairer room and more private, your meat is ready to go up, and all in a readiness.

419CrosswillNow thou art an honest fellow, there’s a couple of shillings for thee. Have us out of thy windmill here, I prithee, and thy by and bys.All exit

Edited by Michael Leslie