ACT FIVE*
5.1
TRAMPLER and TOUCHWOOD enter.

1009Trampler’Tis as I tell you, Master Touchwood; your son has lost a fair fortune in the young gentlewoman, and, as I conceive, by your wilfulness. Sir Arnold Cautious licks his lips at her, I assure you; and a sweet lick it is, six thousand pound in present portion.

1010TouchwoodA sweet lick he has indeed if he knew all.

1011TramplerHe does know all, sir.

1012TouchwoodIf he did . . .   [Aside]   I know what I know; good oath let me not lose thy virtue.

1013TramplerHe knows moreover that Master Striker, her grandfather, has covenanted to give her two thousand pound more at the birth of his first child lawfully begotten on her body.

1014TouchwoodHa, ha, ha, but what if her first child prove illegitimate?

1015TramplerThat is not to be thought, sir.

1016TouchwoodYes, and spoken too, if I durst;   [Aside]   but good oath let me not lose thy virtue.

1017TramplerAnd then he had entered into ten thousand pound bond to leave her his heir if she survive him.

1018TouchwoodBut he’s well recovered you say?

1019TramplerVery lusty, very lively, sir.

1020TouchwoodThen hang him, he’ll never die. I am afeared I must be fain to give him over. I shall never vex him to death: no, no, I shall never do’t.

1021TramplerNo sir, I heard himself say that your vexing him has been his physic, and the best means to keep him alive.

1022TouchwoodDid he say so? I’ll tear this match in pieces presently, and see how that will work on him. I’ll do it.   [Aside]   What’s an oath to me in respect of sending him to the devil?   [Aloud]   I’ll do’t.

1023TramplerI would you could, sir, and recover her for your son yet.

1024Touchwood   [Grunting]   Umh.

1025TramplerBecause I love the young gentleman well.

1026Touchwood   [Grunting]   Umh.

1027TramplerThough I assure you the writings* are all passed, signed, sealed, and delivered; but I have ’em in my hands yet and can do you a pleasure.


1029TramplerAnd came purposely to advise you, because I love your son.

1030Touchwood   [Grunting, though with increasing interest in what is being said]   Umh –   [Aside]   What a world of villany lies in the jobbernowl* of a lawyer!

1031TramplerThink of it, sir, and be speedy

1032TouchwoodRight learned in the law, and my son’s friend Master Trampler, Master Ambodexter* Trampler, you are a most notorious knave, and you shall hear on’t o’both sides, as you take fees*.

1033TramplerNay, and you be so hot, Master Touchwood, I am gone.[TRAMPLER] Ex[its].

1034TouchwoodI know my course; either I will crack the heartstrings of Striker in crossing this match with the cracked credit of his niece, or else I will be friends with him and that will kill him outright. But my oath still troubles me ––   GILBERT and WALTER enter.   Oh, gentlemen, you are welcome.

1035WalterHave you heard, sir, of your son yet?

1036TouchwoodNot I. He lacks no money yet it seems: young travellers make no other use of their fathers.

1037GilbertBut have you heard the news of his young mistress?

1038TouchwoodWhat of Sir Cautious being catched? The wise and wary gentleman, your uncle, that would not believe there could be a marriageable maid though she were justified by a jury of midwives*, and therefore purposed to have died a bachelor? That he should now be catched with a pipped nutshell, and a maggot in’t*!

1039WalterSure he was strangely wrought to’t.

1040GilbertAy, you must think there have been knavish heads used in the business.

1041TouchwoodBut I will cross it and their knaveries what e’er they are.

1042WalterI hope you will not cross mine uncle in such a fortune though?

1043TouchwoodWhat, to marry a wench?

1044WalterNo, so much wealth, sir.

1045Touchwood   [Aside]   Pray let me use my christian liberty. My conscience pricks me to’t, it must be done.
SERVANT enters.

   [To SERVANT]   Now what say you, sir?[TOUCHWOOD and the SERVANT] whisper [aside].

1046Gilbert   [Talking aside to WALTER]   We might have spared this labour. He was resolved before we came, it seems, to spoil the marriage.

1047WalterWe could not be too sure though: we are now sure enough that our dissuasions will spur him on the faster.

1048GilbertAnd are we no less sure that Sir Hugh Moneylacks will set his strength to lift Sir Cautious off o’the hooks*, in hope of a matter of five pound, though he forfeit the obligation of his throat by’t*?

1049WalterAll the danger is that Sir Hugh will be with mine uncle too soon and prevent the match before he be too deep engaged in’t.

1050GilbertFor that my letter of instructions which I have given Annabel shall prevent him; and Striker keeps Sir Cautious in his house so warily that until the intended wedding hour Sir Hugh shall not obtain admittance.

1051Touchwood   [Aloud, to SERVANT.]   Go, fetch ’em in and make the warrant:   SERVANT exits.   Ha, ha, ha:   [To GILBERT and WALTER]   Gentlemen, will you hear a complaint? My man tells me of certain clowns that desire my warrant to apprehend for notorious cheaters*. Whom do you think?

1052GilbertI cannot guess.

1053WalterI know none, I hope.

1054TouchwoodEven Sir Hugh Moneylacks, the mourning knight*, and some of his associates.
TOM Hoyden and COULTER [enter].

1055GilbertO’my life it is the roaring clown about the new-made gentleman his brother!

1056TouchwoodWhat is it you, sir, Master Striker’s nephew, as I take it? You called his great worship uncle lately as I take it and did your best to roar me out of his house.

1057TomZheart, Coulter, we be vallen into the baker’s ditch*.

1058TouchwoodAnd do you bring your complaints to me, sir, ha?

1059CoulterZet a good vace on’t; and vear no colours though.

1060TomI am an honest man and a true man for all that, and I thought you the vittest to make my complaint to because you were the next justice to as pestilent a piece of villainy as ever you were master of in all your life. I come but vor justice and to pay vor what I take, and’t be avorehand here it is, whether it be vor your clerk or yourzelf who makes or meddles with it.   [Offers money to TOUCHWOOD in payment]   Your man has my complaint in writing. Pray, let me have your warrant*.

1061TouchwoodYou shall; but first, tell me how came it that you called that Striker uncle?

1062TomVor cause that he is uncle to a vool that I ha’to my brother, and I thought I might be so bold wi’en and he was not against it at virst till you were gone, and then he bade me go zeek better testimony and so I went and vound my brother Tim, his own zuster’s zon, I assure ye.

1063TouchwoodHis sister’s son?

1064TomWhere he was made such a Tim as ne’er was heard on in Taunton* amongst a many cheaters;   [Noticing and gesturing at GILBERT and WALTER]   by mass, here are a couple o’m.

1065CoulterThese were o’the crew.

1066Touchwood   [To GILBERT and WALTER]   How now, my masters?   [To TOM]   Sure fellow thou art mistaken.

1067TomNo, sir, I am not mistaken, I: but I take ’em, I, where I vind ’em, ay. And I charge your justiceship with’em, I, till they bring out my brother, aye.

1068TouchwoodBring out your brother? Why, what has your brother done?

1069TomDone? Nay, they have done and undone him amongst’em. And I think devoured him quick too, vor he is lost and nowhere to be vound.

1070Touchwood   [To GILBERT and WALTER]   Do you know the meaning of any of this, gentlemen?

1071GilbertIf he were your brother, sir, that you found at Sir Hugh Moneylacks’s lodging, you know we left him in your hands.

1072WalterWe stepped in but by chance and such a youth we found there, and there we left him in your and their hands that had the managing of him.

1073TomZo you did, but what then did me the rest but plied me and my man Coulter here with wine and zack, and something in’t I dare be zwore that laid us azleep, when we mistrusted nothing but vair play.   [Falters through emotion and so hands storytelling over to COULTER]*   Oh, speak, Coulter, oh.

1074CoulterAnd then when were vast azleep, they all gave us the zlip: the knight was gone, and the squire was gone, and Master Tim was gone; but he was made away, without all peraventure, for all the ’parrell* that he wore was left behind: and then –   [Falters through emotion himself so hands the storytelling over to TOM again]   Speak, master.

1075TomAnd then the master o’the house came home and made a monstrous wonderment for the loss of his wife: he could not vind her, he zed, and zo he vair and vlatly thrust us out o’doors and is gone a hunting after his wife again:   [Falters again in the telling and hands the narrative back to COULTER]   Speak, Coulter.

1076GilbertAlas, poor Brittleware!

1077CoulterAnd then we came for your warrant to vind all these men again.

1078TomAnd to take ’em where we vind ’em and these were zome on’em, when time was, and pray look to’em.

1079Touchwood   [Aside]   I know not what to make o’this; but sure there’s something in’t:   [Aloud]   And for these gentlemen I’ll see them forthcoming.

1080WalterWe thank you, sir.

1081GilbertAnd I undertake Sir Hugh Moneylacks will be at the bride-house.

1082TouchwoodAnd thither will I instantly.

1083Gilbert [and] WalterWe’ll wait upon you, sir.

1084TomAnd I chill make bold to wait upon you till I be better zartified*.

1085Touchwood   [To TOM]   You shall, come on your way;   [To GILBERT and WALTER]   Come, gentlemen.

1086Gilbert   [Aside to audience]   Well, here is such a knot now to untie*,
        As would turn Oedipus his brain awry.*All exit.
5.2*
CURATE and BRITTLEWARE enter.

1087CurateBe appeased and comforted, good Master Brittleware, trouble not your head in running after your fate, nor break your weighty brains in seeking ways after your wife’s heels, which are so light by your own report they cannot crack an egg.

1088 BrittlewareHer credit yet they may, and mine.

1089CurateBesides your wife is your wife where e’er she is, abroad as well as at home; yea, lost, perhaps, as well as found. I am now going to yoke a heifer to a husband* that perhaps will say so shortly.   Enter TRAMPLER [crossing the stage with purpose].   Whither away Master Trampler?

1090TramplerTo the wedding house: where I think I saw your wife last night, Master Brittleware.

1091BrittlewareDid you, sir, did you?

1092TramplerI cannot say directly; but I think it was she. Does she not call the gentlewoman aunt that keeps Master Striker’s house?

1093BrittlewareYes, Mistress Friswood, she is her aunt, sir.

1094CurateCome go with us and find her.
The Sedan* enters [carried by two LITTERMEN], [carrying Tim] HOYDEN in it, in women's clothes*.

1095BrittlewarePray, gentleman stay; for I suppose she’s here. Here’s number one and twenty* and this is sure the litter.[BRITTLEWARE tries to look inside
the closed curtain of the sedan coach]

10961 LittermanWhat peep you for? You ought not to do, sir.

1097BrittlewareBy what commission ought you to carry my wife in a close-stool under my nose?

10981 Litterman’Tis a closed chair, by your leave. And I pray forbear, you know not who we carry.

1099BrittlewareI know the clothes she wears, and I will see the party.

1100HoydenI know that voice and let me see the man; it is my surgeon.

1101TramplerA surgeon? I took you for a china shopkeeper, Master Brittleware; these by-trades* are for some by-purposes* and I smell knavery.

1102CurateAnd lawyers commonly are the best upon that scent.

1103BrittlewareGentlemen, this is a man that lay in my house.

1104HoydenA gentleman you would say or my cost was ill bestowed there.

1105BrittlewareThese are my goods he wears; that was my mother’s gown, and feloniously he wears it.

1106Hoyden’Tis all I have to show for four hundred pound I laid out in your house; and Sir Hugh put it upon me and hired these men to carry me. –   [To the LITTERMEN]   Whither was it?

11072 Litterman*Up to a lodging in St. Giles’*, sir.

1108HoydenWhere he promised to finish his work of a gentleman in me and send me to my uncle.

1109CurateO monstrum horendum*! A man in women’s clothes!*

1110Trampler’Tis felony by the law.*

1111Brittleware   [Aside]   Has Sir Hugh gi’en me the slip to finish his work in private? It shall all out. I am resolved, though I bewray myself in’t.   [Aloud]   Pray, gentlemen, assist me with this party to Master Justice Striker’s. You say my wife is there?

1112TramplerYes, you shall thither.

1113BrittlewareAnd there I’ll take a course* you shall smell knavery enough.

1114HoydenI find I am abused enough o’conscience and shall be carried to mine uncle now before my time and not as a gentleman but as a gentlewoman, which grieves me worst of all.

1115Curate Hinc illœ lachrimœ*, the youth is sure abused indeed.

1116Hoyden   [Begins to weep]   Oh.

1117Trampler   [To HOYDEN]   Come, leave your crying.   [To the LITTERMEN]   And you, beasts, up with your luggage*, and along with us. I’ll fetch such drivers as shall set you on* else.

11181 LittermanLet us be paid for our labour and we’ll carry him to Bridewell*, if you please.

1119HoydenOh, oh, that ever I was borne in this groaning chair*.[All] ex[it, Tim HOYDEN still being carried
in the handlitter or sedan].
5.3*
FRISWOOD and REBECCA [enter].

1120FriswoodIt was well I sent for thee, niece, to help me deck the bride here, and that the jealous fool thy husband thinks thou art gone astray the while; it will be a means for thee to take thy liberty another night and pay him home indeed*, when he shall not have the power to mistrust thee. It is the common condition of cuckolds to mistrust so much aforehand, that when they are dubbed indeed, they have not a glimpse of suspicion left.

1121RebeccaTheir horns* hang i’their light then; but truly, aunt, for mine own part I had rather my husband should be jealous still than be cured in that right kind*, though I confess the ends of all my longings and the vexations I have put him to:
        Were but to run jealousy out of breath,*
        And make him pant under the frivolous weight
        He bears; that is, a cuckold in conceit*;
        Which without doubt he labours with by this time:
        And when he finds me clear, ’twill be as well:
        (I hope) and better than if it were done
        By the broad way* of foul pollution.

1122FriswoodNay I do not persuade you take the downright way:*,
        Nothing against your conscience, niece; I sent
        For him to ha’ come and found you here by chance.
        But he has shut up house and is run mad
        About the Town* I hear to all your haunts.

1123RebeccaHe shall come hither and renounce his jealousy,
        And then entreat* me too before I go.

1124FriswoodYes, that’s a wise wife’s part*.STRIKER and CAUTIOUS enter.

1125StrikerWhat, is the bride ready?*

1126FriswoodYes sir, she’s dressed.

1127RebeccaAnd dressed, and dressed indeed;
        Never was maid so dressed.
           [To CAUTIOUS]   Oh, sir, you are happy,
        The happiest knight, and are now in election*
        Of the most sweet encounter in a bride,
        That e’er your chivalry could couch a lance at*.

1128CautiousI thank you, mistress, and I’ll bring her shortly to bestow money wi’ye in china-wares*.

1129RebeccaShe is herself the purest piece of porcelain* that e’er had liquid sweetmeats licked out of it*.

1130CautiousAnd purer too I hope?

1131Striker   [To FRISWOOD]   Go, call her down.

1132FriswoodShe’s at her private prayers yet, sir, she.

1133StrikerWhen she has done then hasten her away.

1134RebeccaSuch brides do seldom make their grooms their prey.*FRISWOOD and REBECCA exit.

1135StrikerDo you now conclude, Sir Arnold, you are happy?

1136CautiousAs man can be being so near a wife.
MONEYLACKS enters.

1137MoneylacksBy your leave, gentlemen.

1138Striker   [Aside]   He come? I fear a mischief.

1139MoneylacksHow comes it, father Striker and son Cautious in election*,
        That you huddle up a match here for my child,
        And I not made acquainted, as unworthy,
        Until the very intended marriage hour?

1140StrikerWho sent you hither? I sent not for you now, sir.
        And there I am wi’ye, sir.

1141MoneylacksTis true, I covenanted not to come at you
        Until you sent for me, unless you found
        Young Touchwood had the love of Annabel.
        You have heard he has touched her, has he not?

1142StrikerHold your peace.

1143MoneylacksHas he not made her Touchwood too?

1144StrikerCan you say so?

1145MoneylacksYes, and struck fire too in her tinderbox*.

1146StrikerYou will not speak thus.

1147MoneylacksTo you I need not; for you know’t already;
        But to my friend, Sir Cautious, whom I honour,
        And would not see so shipwrecked*, I may speak it.

1148StrikerWill you undo your daughter?

1149MoneylacksMy daughter? No, you shall not put her upon me now.
        She is your daughter, sir*: if I but call her mine,
        Or suffer her to ask me a bare blessing,
        You’ll thrust her out. No, you adopted her
        In your own name, and made a Striker of her,
        No more a Moneylacks.

1150Striker   [Aside]   The beggarly knight is desperate,
        And should he out with it, my shame were endless:
        This is the way or none to stop his mouth:
        ’Tis but a money matter*.   [To MONEYLACKS]   Stay a little.

1151MoneylacksGo not away, Sir Arnold, I must speak wi’ye.

1152CautiousI am not going, sir.

1153StrikerBe not a madman. Here;   [Hands MONEYLACKS money]   here’s forty pieces.
        I know you used to strike for smaller sums,
        But take it for your silence, and withal
        My constant love and my continual friendship.

1154MoneylacksGive me your hand o’that.   [Shakes hands with STRIKER]   Enough, Sir Arnold.

1155CautiousWhat say you to me, Sir Hugh?

1156Striker   [Aside]   What does he mean, trow?

1157MoneylacksYou must not have my daughter.

1158CautiousNo, Sir Hugh?

1159MoneylacksUnless you mean to take another’s leavings

1160Striker   [Aside]   Oh, devilish reprobate.

1161CautiousHow mean you that?

1162MoneylacksTill she has buried first another husband,
        And he leave her a widow, I am her father,
        And claim a father’s interest in her choice.
        And I have promised her to one already
        This very day, because I was not privy
        To your proceedings; and have taken here
        This fair assumpsit forty pieces, sir;
        You might admire how I should have’em otherwise.

1163Striker   [Aside]   Here's an impudent villain.

1164MoneylacksFor these I give a hundred, if you wed her.

1165CautiousTo show my love unto your daughter, sir, I’ll pay’t.

1166MoneylacksSecurity in hand* were good.

1167CautiousPray lend me, sir, a hundred pieces.

1168Striker   [Aside]   I dare not cross this devil. I must fetch ’em.[STRIKER] ex[its].

1169MoneylacksTwill ne’er the less be my disparagement.

1170CautiousWhat, when they know her grandfather disposed her,
        That has the care of her and gives her portion?
        And then he can ha’ but his money, can he?

1171MoneylacksOh, but the wench, the wench, is such a wench:
        Scarce two such married in a diocese,
        In twice two twelve months for right and straight ones*.

1172CautiousThere said you well: the straight ones I like well.
        But those that men call right or good ones suffer
        A by-construction*.

1173MoneylacksAmongst the lewd.
STRIKER enters with a purse.

1174StrikerHere, sir.[Hands MONEYLACKS the purse]

1175MoneylacksBut is here weight and number, sir?

1176Striker   [Aside]   Now the fiend stretch thee* ――   [To MONEYLACKS]   you may take my word.

1177MoneylacksHere I am wi’ye, sir.
GILBERT, WALTER, TOUCHWOOD, TOM [Hoyden], [and] Samuel (still disguised) enter.

1178Gilbert   [To TOUCHWOOD]   Though you are fully bent to cross the marriage,
        Yet let’s entreat you not to be too sudden.

1179TouchwoodTill they come to the word, for better, for worse*,
        I will not touch at it*.

1180StrikerHow now, what ’mates* break in upon us here?

1181TouchwoodI come not as a guest, sir, or spectator
        To your great wedding, but o’the king’s affairs.
        In which I must crave your assistance, sir;
        Deny’t me or my entrance if you dare.

1182StrikerIt is some weighty matter sure then.

1183TouchwoodSo it is, sir.
        But not to trouble your sconce with too much business,
        At once, pursue your own; we will attend a while.

1184CautiousIn that he has said well. I would the bride
        And priest were come once: I am content they stand
        For witnesses. What, my kind nephew, are you here?
        I thank you for this plot; you see what’tis come to.

1185WalterTis not all finished yet, sir.

1186CautiousBut it may be.
        All in good time: the bride is coming now.
        You and your brother poet are grown friends I see.

1187TouchwoodWhat’s he?

1188GilbertA friend of Wat’s he brought for company.

1189TomHe was amongst’em too at the cheating exercise, and yond’s
        The knight himself; I know’em all, I trow.

1190TouchwoodAnd you’ll stand to this, that your lost brother
        Was Striker’s sister Audrey’s son?

1191TomI ha’ told you twonty times, and yet, because you zay you’ll stand my vrend, I’ll tell you more. She was with child with Tim bevore my vather married her (she brought him in her belly vrom this town here, where they get children without vear or wit), but vor her money, and’s own credits zake, my vather was well apaid to keep it vor his own; and nobody knew to the contrary, not Tim himzelf to this hour.

1192TouchwoodThen how camst thou to know it?

1193TomMy vather told it me upon his deathbed, and charged me on his blessing never to open my mouth to man, woman, nor child, zo I told nobody but vokes* on’t.

1194TouchwoodWell, hold thy peace. ’Tis an absolute wonder! Now to the wedding.
CURATE, TRAMPLER, ANNABEL [dressed in black and wearing a willow garland* on her head, and appearing as if several months pregnant*], FRISWOOD, [and] REBECCA enter.

1195CautiousHow’s this? My bride in mourning habit and her head in willow?

1196StrikerWhat’s the meaning of it?

1197RebeccaI said she was dressed as never bride was dressed.

1198TouchwoodA solemn show, and suiting well the scene!
        She seems round bellied*, and you mark it too.

1199AnnabelMy habit and my dressing suits my fortune.

1200Striker   [To CURATE]   Pray, sir, do your office. Her conceit, we will know afterward.

1201Curate   [Clearing his throat to speak]   Hem, hem.

1202AnnabelOh, oh.Sinks.

1203FriswoodOh me;   [Rushing to attend to ANNABEL who appears to have fainted to the floor   Why, mistress, look up, look up, I say.

1204RebeccaClap her cheek, rub her nose.

1205FriswoodSprinkle cold water on her face.

1206RebeccaCut her lace*, cut her lace, and bow her forward, so, so, so.

1207TouchwoodI’ll lay my life she quickens now with child*.


1209MoneylacksWhat think you is the matter?

1210CautiousWomen, how is it with her?

1211FriswoodSir, as with other women in her case.

1212CautiousHow’s that, I pray you?

1213RebeccaTwill out,’twill out.
           [To CAUTIOUS]   You have been doing something aforehand, sir.*

1214CautiousHave I?

1215RebeccaIt seems so by the story.

1216CautiousIs she so dressed?

1217Touchwood   [Laughing]   Ha, ha, ha.

1218Friswood   [To TOUCHWOOD]   You may leave laughing, it was your son that did it.

1219StrikerI am undone, my house disgraced for ever.

1220TouchwoodHe knew’t beforehand, now I may declare’t.
           [To STRIKER]   Speak o’thy conscience, didst not?

1221StrikerOh, my heart.

1222TouchwoodOh, the hangman.

1223CautiousDeceit becomes not dying men you know!*
        Into a whirlpool of confusion
        Sink thou and all thy family, accursed miser.

1224TouchwoodThis was a sure way now, Sir Cautious,
        To marry a maid. There’s one i’the mother’s belly.

1225Striker   [Breaking into a coughing fit]   Uh, uh, uh, uh.

1226CautiousYou knew not where I could be so well fitted?

1227Striker   [Continuing to cough]   Uh, uh, uh.

1228CautiousA rot o’your dissembling entrails, spit ’em out. You durst not strain yourself to wind your whistle, your doctor told you it would spend your spirits, so made me whistle for her.*

1229Striker   [Continuing to cough]   Uh, uh, uh.

1230TouchwoodCheer up, cheer up, I may be friends wi’ye now.
        Here’s one has cause and knows the way to vex ye.
        To preserve life in you as well as I.

1231StrikerA hem, a hem, I will outlive you both:
        This day’s vexation is enough for a lifetime.

1232CautiousAnd may it last thee to thy live’s last hour.

1233TouchwoodNow let me talk wi’ye and come you hither, sir.   [TOUCHWOOD and STRIKER step aside to converse in private]   

1234TramplerI tell you true, your writings are so passed, that if you go
        Not off by composition*, you’ll shake your whole estate.

1235Cautious   [To WALTER]   Come hither, nephew.
        I’ll give thee a thousand pound and take her off me.

1236WalterI cannot with my reputation now:
        But I will do my best to work a friend to’t.

1237CautiousPrithee do: try thy poetical soldier.

1238Moneylacks   [Aside]   That clown come hither too?: I fear I am trapped.

1239Touchwood’Tis all as I have told you, and without question,
        The man in question is your sister’s son.

1240StrikerWould it might prove so, that I had yet a nephew,
        For now my niece is lost.

1241TouchwoodHere’s one shall find him out or stretch a neck for’t*.
        Sir Hugh, you are charged for making of a gentleman.

1242Moneylacks   [Aside]   Now I am in.

1243Touchwood And more then do for making him away*.

1244MoneylacksWhat gentleman?

1245TomMarry, my brother Tim.

1246TouchwoodYour patience yet awhile: now gentlemen all,
        Sir Cautious and the rest, pray hear a story:
        I have been often urged to yield the cause*
        Of the long quarrel ’twixt this man and me:
        Thirty years growth it has, he never durst
        Reveal the reason; I, being sullen, would not.

1247StrikerYou will not tell it now?

1248TouchwoodIndeed, I will:*
        He had a sister (peace to her memory)
        That in my youth I loved, she me so much,
        That we concluded we were man and wife;
        And dreadless of all marriage lets, we did
        Anticipate the pleasures of the bed.
        Nay it shall out; briefly, she proved with child:
        This covetous man then greedy of her portion,
        (Of which for the most part he was possesed)
        Forces her with her shame to leave his house.
        She makes her moan to me, I then (which since
        I have with tears a thousand times repented)
        Against my heart stood off*, in hope to win
        Her dowry from him. When she, gentle soul,
        Whom I must now bewail, when she, I say,
        Not knowing my reserved intent, from him and me,
        From friends, and all the world, for ought we knew,
        Suddenly slipped away. After five years
        I took another wife, by whom I had
        The son that has done that the woman says:
        But where I left, if this man’s tale be true,
        She had a son whom I demand of you.

1249TomI shall have a kind of an uncle of you anon.
        And you prove Tim’s vather.

1250TramplerThe young gentleman that Sir Hugh had in handling* is in the house, and Master Brittleware with him.

1251CurateOnly we kept ’em back, till our more serious office were ended.

1252TouchwoodPray em in, let’s see him.TRAMPLER exits.

1253GilbertSir, will it please you first to see a match quickly clapped up*? This gentleman, whom I know every way deserving, were your niece now in her prime of Fortune and of Virtue, desires to have her, and she him as much.

1254TouchwoodHe shall not have her.

1255StrikerHow can you say so?

1256Walter   [Aside]   He knows his son, I fear.

1257TouchwoodMy son shall make his fault good and restore her honour to her if he lives. In meed for your fair sister’s wrong and my misdeed, my son shall marry her; provided he take her in his conscience unstained by any other man.

1258StrikerOn that condition, I’ll give her all the worldly good I have.

1259Samuel [and] Annabel   [SAMUEL removes his disguise and reveals his true identity]   We take you at your word.


1261SamuelI take her not with all faults, but without any least blemish.

1262Annabel   [She removes a cushion from beneath her clothes]   My supposed stain thus I cast from me.

1263Tom   [Picking up the discarded cushion]   Znails*, a cushion! How warm her belly has made it.

1264AnnabelAnd that all was but a plot ’twixt him and me and these gentlemen.   [Hands a letter to STRIKER]   This paper may resolve you.

1265SamuelTis mine own hand, by which I instructed her by a dissembled way to wound her honour.

1266AnnabelWhich, to preserve my love, again I’d do,
        Hoping that you forgive it in me too.

1267CautiousNow am I cheated both ways.

1268WalterThe plot is finished: now thanks for your thousand pound, sir.

1269Touchwood   [Embracing ANNABEL]   You are mine own; welcome into my bosom.
Tim HOYDEN [still dressed in women’s clothes], TRAMPLER, [and] BRITTLEWARE enter.

1270TomWhoop, who comes here? My brother Tim dressed like Master mayor’s wife of Taunton Dean*.

1271HoydenTis all I could get to scape with out of the cozening house; and all I have to show of four hundred pound, but this certificate and this small jewel which my dying mother ga’me; and I had much ado to hide it from the cheaters to bring unto mine uncle.   [Looking around the assembled gathering]   Which is he?

1272Striker Let’s see your token, sir.[Taking the jewel from Tim HOYDEN
and showing it to TOUCHWOOD]

1273TouchwoodThis is a jewel that I gave my Audrey.

1274HoydenThat was my mother.

1275Tom   [Pointing to TOUCHWOOD]   And that’s your vather, he zays.

1276HoydenAnd a gentleman? What a devilish deal of money might I ha’ saved! For, gentlemen, let me tell you, I have been cozened black and blue; back-gulled* and belly-gulled; and have nothing left me but a little bare compliment to live upon, as I am a clear gentleman.

1277StrikerWill you bestow some of it upon me?

1278HoydenUncle, you shall. First I’ll give you a hit at single rapier compliment*: and then a wipe or two with the backsword compliment* and I ha’ done.

1279StrikerPray begin.

1280HoydenNoble Master Striker the grave magistrate (if my apprehension deal fairly with me) whose praises reach to heaven for the fair distribution of equal justice: the poor man’s sanctuary, the righter of widows and the orphans’ wrongs.

1281StrikerEnough, enough, you have said very well.

1282Hoyden   [Turning to address TOUCHWOOD instead]   Note you yond justice sits upon the bench?

1283TouchwoodYes, I do note him.

1284HoydenThe stocks were fitter for him: the most corrupted fellow about the suburbs, his conscience is stewed in bribes, all his poor neighbours curse him. ’Tis thought he keeps a whore now at threescore.

1285TouchwoodA very western soothsayer, thou art mine own.

1286HoydenHis niece is much suspected*.

1287TouchwoodNay, there you went too far; this is his niece and my daughter now.

1288HoydenI know no niece he has, I speak but backsword compliment.

1289StrikerYou put me well in mind though. Here's one that, ere the parson and we part, I’ll make an honest woman.Takes FRISWOOD [by the hand]

1290TouchwoodAnd for your part, Sir Hugh, you shall make satisfaction and bring in your confederates.

1291HoydenHere’s one that came to complain of me for my robes here, but I ha’ lost my small acquaintance*.

1292MoneylacksI’ll answer for him, too, and give you all the satisfaction that I can.

1293TouchwoodWhat you cannot shall be remitted, we have all our faults.

1294Brittleware   [To REBECCA]   And have I found thee, Beck, in so good company?

1295RebeccaAy, Jack, be you jealous no more, and I will long no more to vex thee.

1296FriswoodLive lovingly and honestly I charge you, or come not at me when I am married.

1297TouchwoodThis yonker I’ll take care for,
        And make him a new gentleman by new breeding,
        Without the diet, bathing, purge, or bleeding.

1298HoydenSweet sir, I thank you.

1299TomI’ll home again then and make Taunton* ring on’t.*

1300StrikerOur quarrel in this piece of folly ends.

1301TouchwoodHe parted us and he has made us friends.

1302CautiousNephew and gentlemen, I am friends with all.
        You had your plot upon me; I had mine.

1303StrikerLet’s in and end all differences in wine.

The Epilogue


1304Epilogue*At first we made no boast, and still we fear,
        We have not answered expectation here,
        Yet give us leave to hope, as hope to live,
        That you will grace, as well as justice give.
        We do not dare your judgements now: for we
        Know lookers on more than the gamesters see;
        And what e’er poets write we act or say,
        ’Tis only in your hands to crown a play*.

Edited by Julie Sanders