ACT FOUR*
4.1
TOM Hoyden [and] COULTER [enter].

680Tom*Is it possible that half this can be true, that a half brother of mine can be made such an ass all over?

681CoulterTis all true, as I am a cursen fellow, Master Thomas, every word on’t: I scorn to lie in a syllabub, I. What luck had I to meet you!* I never thought to zee you at London.

682TomS’daggers, death, it has as good as veezed* me out o’my wits to think on’t: was my vather’s* blood zo quaisome* to him (with a mischief to’t) that he must let it out* to be a gentleman? Because his mother was one by her own report? For our own parts we nother* know nor care where hence she coame, nor whither she’s gone, but dead she is. She brought my vather a good purse o’money and kept another in store it zeems, till she could keep’t no longer; and then bestowed it well and wisely upon chitty vace* her zon to make him a geantleman and told him what great house he coame on by her side for he was a Striker forzooth; and ga’n directions to vind an old uncle of his here in Cuckoldshire, one Master Striker. But virst she bade him put his zelf into vashion, and be sure to bear’s zelf like a gentleman; and he has ta’en a wise course to compass it, it zeems. I warrant he ha’ made a vool o’his vour hundred pound by this time.

683CoulterAy, and o’his zelf too, and his cony-catchers ha’ handled him. And you had zeen’t, you would ha’be pissed yourzelf vor woe, how they blooded him.

684TomAh.

685CoulterAnd then how they spurged his guts out.

686TomAh.

687CoulterA bots light on’em; ’twould ha made a dog zick to zee’t, how like a scalded pig he looked.

688TomHa, ha, ha.

689CoulterAnd then how they did veeden with a zort of zlip zlaps* not all worth a’mess o’milk porridge to make him vine vorsooth.

690TomAh.

691CoulterYoule zee zuch an altrication* in him as never was zeen in a brother.

692TomBut I wo’not zee’n yet as voul a clown as I am and as vine a gentleman as he is. I have a trick i’my sconce to make a younger brother one.

693CoulterAy, that would be zeen now.

694TomI ha’t, and’tis a vine one. I came to London to zeek the vool my brother and ha the same directions from our curate (to whom my mother told all) that Tim had to vind his uncle Striker’s house, and I ha’ quired* it out; and this is it, and thou zhalt zee what I chill do now.   [Calls offstage]    Who are within?
FRISWOOD enters to them.

695FriswoodWho would you speak with?

696TomBy your leave vorsooth, I would speak with the master o’the house; I understand his worship’s name is Master Striker.

697FriswoodHe is so, sir, but he is not in case to buy any cattle* at this time.

698TomNor do I come to zellen any; my coming is of a dead body’s errand vorsooth.

699FriswoodWhat strange fellow is this trow?

700TomI pray vorsooth, and you be old enough (as it zeems you be) to remember when my mother was a maid, did you know a zuster* of Master Striker’s that was married into Zummerzetshire?

701FriswoodWhat was her name, I pray?

702TomHer cursen name was Audrey, she zed, and a Striker she was bevore she was married; but my vather made a Hoyden*.

703FriswoodHoyden?

704TomYes, Hoyden, zo I zay; there be very good vokes* o’the name, as you shall well know; I cham one myzelf, and she need not be ashamed, I wus*, o’the kin she coame on to hugger mugger it as she did to her dying day.

705FriswoodMost wonderful, but is she dead?

706TomYes, vaith she’s deed, and as sumptiously buried though I zay’t as any yeoman’s wife within ten mile of Taunton* any time these ten and twenty year.

707FriswoodPray what were you to her?

708TomI tell you, my vather married her; and I should be her zon I think.

709FriswoodGood heaven, how things will come about!

710TomCoulter, keep thy countenance, Coulter; I’ll make’em believe I am her very natural zon, zee what will come on’t.

711CoulterI’ll keep my countenance, and zet a vace on’t too and* need be.

712FriswoodYour uncle Striker at this time is very sick, sir; but I will acquaint him with your desire. Pray, walk into the next room the while, sir.

713Tom   [Conversing with COULTER as they walk offstage]   If he should die now, Coulter, and make me his heir?

714CoulterAy marry, master, so you might make a better journey on’t than the gentleman your brother.[COULTER and TOM] ex[it]

715FriswoodThis to me is the greatest wonder of all: that I am presently possessed of my Mistress Sullen Sickness which has e’en drawn him to death’s door, and my Mistress’s unfortunate condition are nothing to this country hoyden’s relation.
TOUCHWOOD enters

Oh, Master Touchwood, you are the welcom’st gentleman that ever could come into so heavy a house!

716TouchwoodA stinking one it is I am sure: that nasty carrion thy master is i’my nose already. I think I were best go no further.

717FriswoodLet not the sadness of this place dismay you.

718TouchwoodBut is he dead already, ha?

719FriswoodNot altogether dead, sir.

720TouchwoodThe worse luck, and how does your mistress?   [Laughs]   Ha, ha, ha; well, well, I say nothing.

721FriswoodShe is in bodily health, sir, but very sad and much disconsolate, poor damsel.

722TouchwoodNot for her grandsire is she? If the worst dog he keeps howls for him, I’ll worry sheep with mine own teeth and truss for him. But why is she sad, prithee tell me?   [Laughs]   Ha, ha, ha.

723FriswoodI marvel at your mirth, sir.

724Touchwood   [Aside]   I would now give her a new gown to tell me the true cause that I might save mine oath and roar out my rejoicings. ’Twas a devilish trick of the rascals to bind me by oath never to speak of it but to those that should tell me of it first. I have such a coil to keep it in now.   [To FRISWOOD]   Prithee, tell me, what has the old traveller that is now bound for the Low Countries gi’n thy mistress in his will, canst tell?

725FriswoodAlas, he is offended with her. She has displeased him in somewhat; that is the main cause of his mortal sickness.

726Touchwood   [Aside]   That’s my boy, there boy, there, that was a home blow.

727FriswoodShe comes not at him, sir, nor dares not see him: do you know anything by her, sir?

728TouchwoodNo, no, no, not I;   [Aside]   S’bones*, I bit my tongue too hard.

729FriswoodIf you do, sir, would you would speak a good word for her that he may die in charity with her.

730Touchwood   [Aside]   The jade jeers me.   [To FRISWOOD]   I’ll stay no longer i ’ the house.

731FriswoodNay, good sir, say not so after so many messages and entreaties, by all the best o’the parish*, and an exhortation made to you by the minister himself: did you vouchsafe to come, and will you now come short to see my master, now the doctors have given him over and he is dying?

732TouchwoodI confess ’twas my desire to see that dying that brought me hither: where is he? I’ll hold my nose and have at him.

733FriswoodI hope you will be friends with him now, sir; for he’s e’en agoing*.

734TouchwoodFriends? I’ll rather go with him and fight it out by the way.
STRIKER enters, brought in a chair* accompanied by a curate.

735FriswoodLook you, sir; here he is.

736TouchwoodWhat up and in a chair?

737FriswoodYes, sir; he will not yield by any persuasion to die in his bed.

738TouchwoodThen he may live to be hanged yet, for aught I see.

739CurateSee, sir, your neighbour Touchwood comes to be reconciled to you.

740TouchwoodYou are quite besides the book, Sir Domine; I have no friends in hell to send to by him. No, sir, I come to see him die as he lived: a hateful miscreant.

741CurateLet me pray and beseech you to speak more charitably or else not to offend the dying man with your presence.

742TouchwoodDo I come to humour him, or you, or myself, think you? You that take upon you and do rather go about to sooth him in his sickness than to fright him out of his pain; rather encourage him to live than rid the world of him and his abominations.

743CurateBest look into yourself, sir. The world’s a stage on which you both are actors and neither to be his own judge*.

744TouchwoodBut he has played many vile and beastly parts in it! Let him go; I would see his last exit and hiss him out of it*. Hark, the ravens cry pork for him* and yet he dies not.

745FriswoodOh, you are a hard-hearted man.

746TouchwoodMy heart’s not hard enough to break his; I would it were. Where’s your kind-hearted mistress? Fetch her and try what she can do.

747StrikerHuh, huh, huh.Cough[s].

748Curate   [To TOUCHWOOD]   What have you done, sir?

749TouchwoodSo, so, so, so; it works, it works.*

750StrikerOut snarling hell-hound! My curse upon thee and thy cursed son that has undone my niece and me: curse upon curse light on ye.

751CurateOh, fearful!

752TouchwoodHow heartily he prays; sure he is near his end.

753CuratePray, sir, depart; you are too uncharitable.

754TouchwoodMy son undone thy niece? Has he not done her* think’st thou?   [Laughs]   Ha, ha, ha.

755Striker   [Coughs]   Huh, huh, huh. Villain, thou knowst what he has done;   [Coughs again]   huh, huh.

756TouchwoodI know not whether I know or no; tell me and I’ll tell thee.

757FriswoodI’ll tell you then that which you know already,
        Although you keep it for a joy within you:
        Your wicked son has by her own confession
        Done that unto her, that unless he play
        The honest man’s part and marry her, he will
        Full dearly answer it in Hell.

758Striker   [Coughing]   Huh, huh, huh.

759TouchwoodSpeak English, has he lain with her?

760FriswoodTis so:
        She has confessed it to her grandfather.
        To me. And Master Pancridge* here is made
        Acquainted with it.

761TouchwoodHa, ha, ha.

762CurateThe virgin says
        She is depusilated by your son.

763TouchwoodDepusilated?   [Laughing]   ha, ha ha.

764CurateIt is no laughing matter. Therefore send
        Speedily for your son before the rumour
        Make it ridiculous: as yet none knows it,
        But we a slender few.

765TouchwoodWill you direct
        Your divine rhetoric there to him and win him
        But to entreat me in this case, and try
        What I will say to’t?

766CurateBe persuaded, sir.

767StrikerIn this extremity, I do entreat that they may marry.

768TouchwoodI have my ends upon thee; quickly die,
        And take thine own. Thy base submission
        Has rendered thee more odious, more loathsome,
        To me than all thy former villanies.

769Striker   [Coughing strongly]   Huh, huh, huh.

770TouchwoodAnd hark thee ere thou diest, for now th’art going:
        Before my son shall wed that whore thy niece,
        She shall bring all the hands of all the whore-masters
        In city, court, and kingdom (black coats* and all:
        I will spare none) unto a fair certificate*
        That she is clear of all men but my son.

771Striker   [Coughing]   Huh, huh, huh.

772TouchwoodNay more:
        That she is clear of him too, and that he
        Has never topped her in the way we treat of,
        Before he wed her. For my son shall not ride*
        In his old boots* upon his wedding night:
        So, now die and sink
        Into thy grave, to rid us of thy stink.

773CurateI have not known such want of charity.

774FriswoodUnconscionable wretch, thou hast killed my master!

775Striker   [Struggling to his feet]   Ugh, ugh, no Fid, ugh –   [Still coughing]   hem! He has cured me:
        I am light at heart again: he has cured me;
        He has played the good physician ’gainst his will;
        And a halter be his fee for’t.

776TouchwoodThe devil I have, and his dam it shall.

777Striker   [Clearing his throat]   Ah hem! I am light at heart again.

778TouchwoodOh damned old counterfeit!

779FriswoodWell fare your heart, old master.

780StrikerThough she proved bastard-bellied*, I will own her,
        Cherish, maintain, and keep her from thy son.

781TouchwoodOh I could tear that tongue out!

782StrikerKeep her child too.

783TouchwoodDo, and her next, and fill thy house with bastards.

784StrikerI’ll hold ’em more legitimate than thy brood.

785CurateWhat mean you, gentlemen?

786StrikerFor thou, thy son, thy house is all a bastard.

787TouchwoodBear witness, he calls my house a bastard.

788FriswoodHa, ha, ha.

789TouchwoodI’ll make thy house to smoke* for’t.

790StrikerBear witness here, he says he will fire* my house.

791CurateFor neighbourhood* and charity speak lower.

792StrikerTis petty treason; I’ll be wi’ye there, sir.

793TouchwoodAnd hang thyself, old scarecrow?

794FriswoodWill you eat a piece of gingerbread for your wind, sir*?

795TouchwoodOut, witch!Kicks her.

796FriswoodOh, murder, murder!

797StrikerI’ll lay as many actions on thee as thou hast bones in that swine’s foot of thine.

798FriswoodMy nails shall right me: I’ll teach him to kick a woman.[She flies at him with her nails.]

799CurateHold, Mistress Friswood!

800FriswoodOh, villain, kick a woman?

801TouchwoodThou laidst this plot to murder me, thou man-killer.

802StrikerBlood-sucker thou lyest.

803CurateHelp from above, within, or any whence, in the name of sanctity I conjure you! Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo*.
TOM and COULTER enter.

804TomWhat’s the matter? By your leave which is my zick uncle? Are you scuffling for’s money before he be dead?

805CoulterWe’ll part you with a vengeance.

806TouchwoodHa you your tenants*, your clowns, here brought in to butcher me?

807StrikerSlave they are thine, brought in to spoil and rob me; I know’em not.

808CurateI fear I’ve conjured up fiends indeed; how infernally they look!

809Tom No sir, we come with no zick intendment* on neither nother zide;   [To TOUCHWOOD]    but an you be Master Striker, we are o’your zide, an’t be to cut all the rest into pot-herbs*.

810FriswoodNo, this is my master.

811TomZay but the word then, and have at’em.

812TouchwoodHad you your ambuscado for me?

813CurateThey are a pair of the Sedan mules* I take it?

814CoulterMoyles, sir, we be no moyles, would you should well know!

815TomWe be cursenfolk* as good as yourzelf, and get you out o’the house by mine uncle’s leave here.

816TouchwoodYour uncle? Oh, brave!

817TomOr if I bast you not well a fine and lambskin your jackets till your bones rattle i’your hides*, then zay cha bewrayed* the house I coame on.

818TouchwoodWell, sir, I’ll go and leave you to your uncle: rejoice, sir, with your kindred. I hope you will have more shortly, if your niece prove fruitful. Come, Master Pancridge, will you go?

819Curate   [To STRIKER]   With joy for your recovery and manners to your privacy, right worshipful, I leave you to talk with [the] clown, your nephew.

820TouchwoodTarry, tarry; as sure as a club, this clown is sent for out of the country to solder up his cracked* niece in matrimony and therefore calls him uncle; I could spoil the match, but by my oath I dare not; and therefore, clown, take thy course;   [To the CURATE]   Come, let us go, Master Pancridge.[TOUCHWOOD and the CURATE] ex[it].

821StrikerAnd why you my nephew, sir?

822TomAnd why not I your nephew; han’t she told you and ha’not I told you as much as the matter’s worth and do ye mean to vlee from the bargain?

823StrikerWhat new afflictions hourly find me out?

824FriswoodAnd for your health I hope, sir.

825StrikerSir, I’ll have better testimony than your own;
        Tis true I lost a sister; but till you
        Bring stronger proof she was your mother, sir,
        Your clownship must not uncle me; am I wi’you, sir?
        King’s crowns have been pretended to by impostures*;
        And knavery is as rife in russet wool*
        As in the proudest purple*; get you gone.
        There I am wi’you directly,

826TomIs’t come to this now?

827CoulterYour project will not hold, Master Thomas; best zeek your brother Tim. He has a zertification from the parish* and the priest too, of all your mother’s mind, and you could cozen him on’t, and come agen, and uncle this weese* gentleman whether he wool or no;’twould be vine i’vaith.

828TomAgreed.   [To STRIKER]   Well, sir, vor this time I ha no more to zay t’ye, since you be so budge, but he that made you zave you.
[TOM and COULTER] exit

829StrikerFarewell, sir.   [To FRISWOOD]   I do begin to think there’s something in’t.

830FriswoodHe made me think he was your sister’s son, I am sure.

831StrikerI will not think so. No: he was set on
        By some of my maligners to abuse me.
        It had been good to ha’ laid him by the heels:
        But, let him go. Call down my niece out of
        The melancholy mist she’s chambered in.FRISWOOD exit[s].
        All makes for her*. Their vexing me restores
        Her to my love again, and reason good:
        She’s mine own natural niece and though
        She has lost the husband and the name she sought,
        Yet she appears a Striker and I will cherish her.
ANNABEL enters and kneels.

[Link] Come, you shall grieve no longer. I am friends wi’ye:
        Stand up, stand up I say,   [ANNABEL stands but keeps her head bowed initially.]   and look up too,
        Off with this mourning veil and dry those tears:
        I have considered that right noble parents
        Have pardoned in their children as great faults;
        But let it be your warning, not your licence.

833AnnabelFor your security, I am content,
        And would entreat to live in that retirement,
        Which your fair justice and my foul offence
        Of late confined me to, to weep and sigh
        My loath
d life away.

834StrikerNo more: you shall
        No longer live reclused in wilful darkness.
        Enjoy your former liberty; see and be seen:
        And, as you weigh my pardon and my love,
        Let not your blemish dwell upon your face;
        Nor any argument of grief or shame
        Be legible there to the most curious eye:
        But let your cheek be cheerful and your brow
        Crowned with as great a confidence as may
        Comply with virgin modesty: and that
        Add to your beauty with full strength of art,
        Beyond the eye to take a lover’s heart.

835AnnabelIn all I will obey you.

836StrikerIf I make
        Choice of a husband for you then, you’ll take him?

837Annabel’Twill but become my duty.

838StrikerA good girl.
[FRISWOOD re-enters.]

839FriswoodSir, here’s the knight come again that has been here in the time of your sickness to have seen you and my mistress, but could not, and left a letter for you once: he that looks women through so*.

840StrikerOh, Sir Arnold Cautious: did you tell him I was o’the mending hand?

841FriswoodYes, I told him you were so, so.

842Striker   [To FRISWOOD]   Give me my gown and cap though and set me charily in my sickly chair*; his letter is a treaty of a match betwixt his nephew and my niece. Go, fetch him up.FRISWOOD exits.    [To ANNABEL]   In, niece, and be not seen until I call you, until you hear me call you, do you hear?ANNABEL exits Could I but catch this cautious coxcomb knight now ― I’ll put fair for’t.
CAUTIOUS and FRISWOOD enter.

843FriswoodHere is the knight, sir.

844Striker   [To FRISWOOD]   Why reach you not a chair?* I hope, Sir Arnold,
        You’ll pardon the necessity of my rudeness:
        I cannot rise, nor stoop to you,   [Groaning as he seemingly strains to get up]   uh, uh, uh.

845CautiousRather excuse me, sir, that press upon you.
        Thus in your weakness: but you understand
        My business by my letter, if you have read it?

846StrikerYes, sir.   [To FRISWOOD, the latter part out of CAUTIOUS'S earshot]   Go forth; but be not far I pray you.FRISWOOD exits.
        I have heard your nephew is a wild young man.

847CautiousA very bashful boy, I assure you; that’s the reason
        That I am won to be a spokesman for him.

848StrikerOh no dissembling, sir; you know he is wild.
        And suffers under your displeasure for’t:   [Coughing and spluttering]   uh, uh, uh.

849Cautious   [Aside]   A witch could not guess righter: but they say
        That dying men are prophets oftentimes.
           [Aloud]   Suppose he has been wild, let me assure you
        He’s now reclaimed and has my good opinion:
        And is as like in person and behaviour
        To gain the maid’s affection.

850StrikerSpeak to the purpose; pray, what’s his estate?*

851CautiousAy, there’s the point indeed! Why, sir, he has
        A hundred pound a year; and is withal
        A hopeful and a handsome gentleman.

852StrikerHopeful and handsome!   [Coughing with excitement.]   uh, uh, uh.

853CautiousYou, sir, have wealth enough?

854StrikerAnd she has choice enough
        Of greater matches, could I get her
        In a marriage vein; but she’ll not look
        Upon a man, not she; but lives retired
        Here in my house, and is a careful nurse.
        She’s fitter, sir, to be an old man’s nurse,
        Than any young man’s bride:   [Coughs]   uh, uh, uh.

855CautiousIs she so grave in youth? I have often sought
        A sight of her, but never could obtain it.

856StrikerNot without my consent, I warrant you:
        She’s nearer to a mother than a maid.
        I tell you truth, sir, and you know deceit
        Becomes not dying men –   [Coughing]   uh, uh, uh. – For virtue and obedience
        She’s fitter for yourself than for your nephew.
        But – to the point – a hundred pound a year
        You say he has? And hopes and handsomeness
        Which may acquire with your assurance of
        So much for jointure? –– Yes, a thousand pound
        In portion with her: but, sir, let me tell you,
        I’d rather give six thousand unto one
        Of mine own choice; which she will not refuse,
        If I but say: this is the man, and take him.

857CautiousWill not your niece be seen? I fain would see her.

858StrikerAt hand: she will not out of my presence, sir.
        Nor ever was by man, not since the clock
        Of her virginity struck eleven, not she,
        Except at door or window as men pass:
        And so perhaps your nephew may have seen her?

859CautiousIn troth no otherwise; and so he told me.
        May not I see her, sir?

860StrikerI tell you true;
        Deceit you know becomes not dying men:   [Coughs]   uh, uh, uh.
        And, therefore, hark you, sir, I have a purpose,
        That if she take the man whom I will choose
        To make her my sole heir; provided that
        She match before I die:   [Coughing]   uh, uh, I cannot last.

861CautiousPray let me see your niece.

862Striker   [Calling offstage]   Friswood ― why Friswood!

863CautiousIs that her name?

864StrikerNo, sir; I call my maid.

865CautiousA maid? I took her for an old woman.

866StrikerA maid upon my virtue: and I fear
        That her frigidity has mortified my niece.
        Deceit becomes not dying men you know.
           [Calling offstage again, ever more urgently]   Friswood, I say –
           [Aside]   I bade her not be far:
           [To CAUTIOUS]   I dare not strain myself to call her louder.

867CautiousI’ll call her for you, sir:   [Calling offstage]   Fris ―

868StrikerHold, sir, hold. Pray, use this whistle for me.
        I dare not strain myself to wind it, I.
        The doctors tell me it will spend my spirits   CAUTIOUS whistles.   
        So, so, enough, sir ―   [FRISWOOD enters]      [To FRISWOOD]   Fie, fie upon you:
        Go call my niece!   [Coughs]   uh, uh.FRISWOOD exits.

869CautiousBe of good cheer, sir, and take courage, man.
        What you have been a Striker in your days:
        And may be again? I would not have him die.

870StrikerUh ― alas, I cannot last ――   [FRISWOOD re-enters alone]      [To FRISWOOD]   why comes she not?

871FriswoodI cannot get her from her work; nor to
        Believe me that you sent for her. Because
        I told her that a gentleman was with you.

872StrikerThere was your fault. Then I must call myself.
        Why Annabel –   [Spluttering]   ah, ah, ah – Ann-a-bel.FRISWOOD exits [again].

873CautiousTake heed! Strain not yourself too hard but send again:
ANNABEL enters.
        The rarest beauty that I e’er beheld!

[Link] Which with a maidenhead of that growth,
        Would be an absolute wonder.   [ANNABEL] kneels at Striker’s feet.   Her sweet modesty
        And meek obedience justifies that too
        And makes her up a miracle of nature.
        My former misbelief I do renounce,
        And at first sight (which is the birth of love)
        A faith grows in me, strengthened by the word
        Of this expiring man, that chastity
        Has not forsaken beauty.

875Striker   [To ANNABEL]   You shall hear him.

876AnnabelWhat to propound a husband? Honoured sir,
        Although I rather wish to die a virgin;
        Yet my obedience to your grave behests
        Shall sway my will: your choice shall be my liking.
        But let me thus much favour beg: before
        You make that choice that you will not destroy
        The building you have reared. Your care and cost
        Hath built me up by virtuous education
        Unto that height that I consider heaven;
        And wax so old in that high contemplation
        That to look down on youthful vanities,
        Were to be at a stand; and to delight in’em
        Were to fall back again; and to be linked
        In marriage to a man whose wild affections
        Are bent to worldly pleasures a main perdition.

877Cautious   [Aside]   I dare not speak to her for my nephew now:
        Nor,though I love her strangely, for myself.

878AnnabelDo you tell me of his nephew, sir? Even he,
        The knight himself, I hold to be too young
        For a well-governed man as the world goes.

879Cautious   [Aside]   I ha’not the heart to wrong her; she’s too good.
[FRISWOOD re-enters.]

880Friswood   [To CAUTIOUS]   Sir, here’s a gentleman presses at my heels to speak with you.
GILBERT enters with his arm in a scarf.

881CautiousMaster Goldwire, what’s your haste?

882GilbertI come to cry you mercy, and this good gentleman;
        And this sweet gentlewoman, who I take it
        Is his fair niece of whom you are in treaty.
        If it be not already gone too far,
        Let me entreat you not to put your finger
        Further i’the business in behalf of your nephew.

883CautiousYou first moved me to’t!

884Gilbert’Tis that repents me:
        Your base unworthy nephew has abused me;
        I do not speak it for a slight hurt he has gi’en me,
        But for his breach of faith to another virgin.

885AnnabelOh me, and would you speak for such a man?

886GilbertAnd the false way, the plot he had upon you,
        To put you on this enterprise. The quarrel
        In which he rescued you to endear himself to you,
        Was a mere counterfeit squabble, a very trick
        Contrived betwixt him and his brother poet
        T’abuse your goodness:
        I leave it to your consideration, sir:
        I am in haste and so I wish you health, sir;
        And you much happiness in a husband, lady.[GILBERT] [surreptitiously] gives
[ANNABEL] a letter and exits.
*

887Annabel   [Aside]   Has given me here a letter; I want but
        Place fit to peruse it.

888CautiousHad he a plot upon me? I’ll have my plot too;
        And now woe for myself, sir, if you please.

889StrikerSir, let me tell you: I think well of you,   [Coughing]   uh, uh,
        Deceit becomes not dying men you know.
        She would make e’en too good a wife for you:
        For I have heard, sir, of your disposition,
        Never to marry without best assurance,
        First of virginity, and then of chastity
        In her that you would choose; and let me tell you,   [Coughing]   uh, uh,
        I know not where you can so well be fitted:
        She’s right,   [Coughing]   uh, uh . . . if you dare take a weak man’s word:
        Deceit would ill become me,   [Continues to cough and splutter]   uh uh.

890CautiousI take you at your word, and thank you, sir.

891Striker   [Coughing heavily]   Uh, uh, uh, uh ――   [To ANNABEL]   Oh, lay me in my bed:
           [To CAUTIOUS]   You need not leave me yet, sir.

892CautiousNo, sir, no. It shall be a match, or no match ere I go.All exit, carrying STRIKER out.
4.2*
MONEYLACKS, SPRING, BRITTLEWARE, [and] HOYDEN [enter].

893MoneylacksNow, sir, have you your rules by heart?

894HoydenBoth rules and rudiments I have all ad unguem*.

895MoneylacksRepeat your principles.

896HoydenPrinciples to be imprinted in the heart of every new made gentleman: to commend none but himself: to like no man’s wit but his own: to slight that which he understands not: to lend money and never look for’t again: to take up upon obligation and lend out upon affection: to owe much but pay little: to sell land but buy none: to pawn but never to redeem again: to fight for a whore: to cherish a bawd and defy a tradesman.

897MoneylacksAnd can you observe and keep these rules, think you?

898HoydenI hope I can, sir, and have begun pretty well already; you see I have spent and lent all my money and pawned all my clothes but these o’my back, as I am a clear gentleman. And for the rest of the rudiments and the several carriages and deportments by garb, by congee, compliment, etcetera, which are to be attained by practice when I come abroad and amongst’em, you shall gain credit by me.

899MoneylacksI commend your confidence. Now, Master Spring and Master Brittleware, play you the complementasters before him a little for his further instruction.   [To HOYDEN]   Imagine then a couple of courtiers scarcely acquainted. Fall to, and look that you congee in the new french bum-trick*.   [To BRITTLEWARE]   Here, landlord, take his cloak and hat to appear more generous.*

900HoydenBum-trick?

901MoneylacksCome meet and begin; play but two or three bouts at most at single rapier compliment*, and one or two at backsword and you ha’ done. Now observe, sir.

902HoydenSingle rapier and backsword compliment foil.

903SpringNoble Master Fine-wit, the single example of court-ceremony, if my apprehension deal fairly with me.

904BrittlewareSir, how auspiciously have I fallen upon the knowledge of you by virtue of the same apprehension.*

905MoneylacksSo, there’s one.
GILBERT, SAMUEL [still disguised as Bounce], [and] WALTER [enter], [standing and conversing] aside.*

906Gilbert   [Aside]   What’s here?

907Samuel   [Aside]   Peace, let’s see a little more.

908HoydenAs I am a gentleman, a neat bout and fairly come off o’both sides.

909SpringSir, I shall ever bless the promptness of my memory in being so fortunate to collect the fallacious acquaintance of so complete a goodness.

910HoydenSweet, sir, I shall ever bless, etcetera . . .Writes in his tables.

911BrittlewareOh, you are pleased out of that noble worth which can convert all things to the form and image of its own perfection* to make yourself glorious with that which is miserably impoverished in itself.

912MoneylacksGood, there’s two.

913HoydenMiserably impoverished in itself – oh sweet,

914SpringSir, you have such a conquering way in humility that he shall be sure to come off vanquished that offers to contend with you.*

915BrittlewareThis is the noblest of all humanity to piece up the defect of your friend with a glory of your own.

916MoneylacksA plain hit that: there were three bouts well played.*

917Hoyden‘Piece up the defect of your friend with a glory of your own’: most stately fine as I am a gentleman.

918MoneylacksSo much for single rapier: now for your secret wipe* at backsword.

919HoydenAy, that I would see: like the hackling of the miller’s legs*: now for a delicate back-blow.

920SpringSee you yon fellow I held compliment with?

921HoydenYes, sir, a well-spoken gentleman and a lovely.

922SpringThe arrantest trifle in a kingdom.

923HoydenWhat he is not, is he?

924SpringMade only to make physic work: a very lump of laughter.

925Hoyden   [Laughing]   Ha, ha, ha.

926MoneylacksYou have done well: now you, sir.

927BrittlewareDo you note him yonder that passed from you?

928HoydenThat gallant, sir?

929BrittlewareThe very scorn at court;
        So empty, not one passable part about him.


931BrittlewareA very tilting stock for young practisers to break their jests on*.


933HoydenGood and enough; do you call this good enough, to abuse one another thus?

934MoneylacksYes, this is backsword compliment: this wipes off the false praise which the first thrust on: you must be seen in both or you are no true garbist else.

935HoydenI shall soonest hit o’this; for from a whelp I could give scurvy language.

936Gilbert   [Aside to WALTER and SAMUEL]   Now break in upon’em;   [To MONEYLACKS]   Save you, Sir Hugh.

937HoydenOh coarse salutation: ‘Save you, Sir Hugh.’

938MoneylacksHow got you hither, gentlemen?

939WalterHere we are, sir, and have seen part of your practice, your courtly exercise.

940MoneylacksPeace: but how got you in, and a stranger with ye*?

941GilbertHe shall betray nothing.

942SamuelWe found fair entrance into the house.GILBERT and WALTER whisper aside with MONEYLACKS.

943Brittleware’Sfoot, where’s my wife then?

944SamuelIf your wife be the gentlewoman o’the house, sir, she’s now gone forth in one o’the new hand-litters: what call ye it, a sedan*?

945BrittlewareO Sedana.[BRITTLEWARE] ex[its in haste].

946SpringHe’s run mad with his horns*.

947HoydenHe’s run with my hat and cloak, by your leave.

948SpringHe’ll come again, ne’er doubt him.

949HoydenYou say so, small acquaintance, but I could ne’er see anything of mine again since I came amongst you if it once got out of my sight: what money have I left trow?Tells[the coins in his pocket].
[BRITTLEWARE runs back onstage]

950BrittlewareI pray, gentlemen, which way took she?

951SamuelDown towards the Strand*, I tell you, in a new litter with the number one and twenty in the breech on’t.

952BrittlewareA litter of one and twenty in the breech: high time to run.[BRITTLEWARE] exit[s hastily again*].

953Gilbert   [Still talking aside to MONEYLACKS but now aloud]   You see we have our plot in action* too, Sir Hugh, and it runs fairly on.

954Moneylacks   [Aside to WALTER]   But what a rogue art thou* to put such a slur upon thine own uncle? First to put him on for thyself, then you with a counterfeit trick to put him off o’that course, to run desperately headlong to break his own neck in a match: what a rogue art thou to use thine uncle thus!

955Walter   [Aside to MONEYLACKS]   Nay, what a wretch were you, if you should cross your daughter in such a fortune?

956Moneylacks   [Aside]   Which if I do, cut my windpipe. What? The young rascal Touchwood is gone into France they say.

957Walter   [Aside]   Ay, he’s safe enough.

958Moneylacks   [Aside]   Sir Cautious to be catched! If I do not love my daughter the better for her lucky leg-stretching*, I am a villain. I am taken with such kind of roguery.

959Gilbert   [Aside to MONEYLACKS]   Take heed you have not a cross plot in that itching pate of yours to spoil all now.

960Moneylacks   [Aside to GILBERT]   Then cut my weasand, I say.

961Gilbert   [Aside to MONEYLACKS]   And I swear I will, or cut these hands off; I thought good to tell you so, because I know what tricks you have done, and what discoveries you have made for small parcels of ready money.

962Moneylacks   [Aside to GILBERT]   Hoo pox, I want no money;   [HOYDEN crosses stage towards them and into earshot]      [Aside]   Now look there he comes   [Aloud]   Master Hoyden, salute these gallants.

963HoydenWhat without a hat or cloak?

964MoneylacksThe better for a young beginner.

965HoydenSweet sir, I shall ever bless my auspicious stars that shined me into the fallacious acquaintance of so singular goodness*.

966GilbertSir, you forget yourself.

967HoydenMost singular sweet sir, most miserably impoverished in itself.

968GilbertGood sir, forbear, make not an idol of me.

969HoydenYou piece up the defect of your friend with a glory of your own.

970SamuelCan you say this gentleman was a clown within this fortnight?

971HoydenWithin this fortnight I assure you, sir, as rank a clown o’one side as ever held cow to bull.

972SamuelHad it been o’both sides, it had been miraculous.

973HoydenNow note me, sir: do you see that fellow I left?

974SamuelYes, tis my friend.

975HoydenThe arrantest coxcomb in a country.

976SamuelHow, sir?

977HoydenMade only to make physic work*.

978SamuelYou do not know him sure.

979HoydenA tilting stock for young practisers to break jests on*: there’s a wipe for you at backsword compliment.

980SamuelThere’s another for you, sir.Kicks him.

981HoydenYou knock at the wrong door, sir, and I pity your ignorance: go to school as I have done and learn more wit: kick a gentleman?
TOM Hoyden and COULTER enter.

982CoulterHere he is, and here be all the crew on ’em and more.

983TomHere? Thou mockest; he is not here. Sure these be all lords, I think.

984WalterHow now; what’s he?

985Spring’Slid, ’tis his clown brother he spake of.

986TomIs’t possible; icha* made a sweet jaunt after you and have I vound a vine vool o’thee? Where’s thy vour hundred pound? Is that made a voole on too troe: where’s the zartificate my mother ga’thee to vind thine uncle? gi’me that, chill zee what I can do wi’it.

987HoydenAway, clown, I know thee not, canst thou compliment?

988TomCompliment? Yes, I can compliment dagger out o’sheath* an’ I zet on’t.

989CoulterI hope he’ll veeze* you and make your zilken jacket hum: well zed Master Thomas to’em, and to’em all I’ll zide ye*.

990Gilbert   [Looking at SAMUEL and WALTER as he says this]   Master Thomas, does he call him?

991Tom Yes, Master Thomas, and what zay you to that? And as good a master as the best o’ye, and you go to that; for by uds* shall judge me, I think you are all but a company of cheaterlings; and if you do not give the vool my brother sartisfaction for the wrongs you ha’ done him and me in him, I’ll canvas it out o’ the carcasses o’ zome o’ye, by uds* daggers death will I. Draw, Coulter, and amongst’em.

992MoneylacksHold, sir, hold! You shall have satisfaction.

993TomOh, shall I zo? Put up again, Coulter!

994GilbertThis is a stout roaring clown.

995MoneylacksWhere’s the master o’the house?

996SpringHe’s run mad after his wife now he should look to his house.

997TomCha mich* ado to vorbear beating o’thee yet, my vingers doe zo itch at thee.

998HoydenI understand thee not, as I am a gentleman.

999TomBut now I think on’t, Coulter, we’ll have all again and by a quieter way; and teach’em to lick honey, catch birds with chaff, or go to plough with dogs*.


1001HoydenHa, ha, ha; who understands the barbarian trow?

1002CoulterUds vish*, master: they do nothing but jeer to you all this while now.

1003TomDo they jeer? Let ’em jeer and gibe too; I’ll vetch one’s warrant shall outjeer ’em all, and he be above ground.

1004MoneylacksYou shall not need, sir. Go but in till the master of the house comes home, you shall have your desire.

1005TomYou zay very well, sir; zay well is good, but do well is better*. Let’s zee what you will do now . . .

1006GilbertRemember we have warned you, Sir Hugh; we must leave you.
[GILBERT, WALTER, and SAMUEL exit, with HOYDEN following.]

1007Tom   [To MONEYLACKS]   Nay, I chill look to you, sirrah.   [To COULTER]   Come in my hand*.
[TOM exits with COULTER following close after.]

1008MoneylacksNow for a trick to rid us of this clown,
        Or our trade sinks and up our house is blown.[MONEYLACKS exits]

Edited by Julie Sanders