ACT THREE*
3.1
Enter GARDENER and MARTHA, his wife.*

412GardenerPray, let’s agree upon’t, good wife – you are my wife, I take it, and I should have the command*, yet I entreat* and am content you see.

413Martha   [Speaking in a heavy Dutch accent throughout]   And so would any man I think that has such a help and comings in by his wife as you have: ’tis not your dirty ’sparagus,* your artichokes, your carps, your tulips*, your strawberries, can bring you in five hundred pound a year if my helping hand, and brain too, were not in the business.

414GardenerLet us agree upon’t: and two or three years toil more while our trade is in request and fashion will make us purchasers*. I had once a hope to have bought this manor of marshland* for the resemblance it has to the Low Country soil you came fromto ha’made you a Bankside lady*. We may in time be somewhat. But what did you take yesterday, Mat? In all, what had you, ha?

415MarthaPoor piddling doings; some four and twenty pound.

416GardenerWhat did the rich old merchant spend upon the poor young gentleman’s wife in the yellow bedchamber?

417MarthaBut eight and twenty shillings, and kept the room almost two hours. I had no more of him.

418GardenerAnd what the knight with the broken citizen’s wife that goes so lady-like in the blue bedchamber?

419MarthaAlmost four pound.

420GardenerThat was pretty well for two.

421MarthaBut her husband and a couple of servingmen had a dish of ’sparagus and three bottles of wine, besides the broken meat, into one o’the arbours.

422GardenerEverything would live*, Mat. But here will be great courtiers and ladies today, you say?

423MarthaYes, they sent last night to bespeak a ten pound dinner, but I half fear their coming will keep out some of our more constant and more profitable customers.

424Gardener’Twill make them the more eager to come another time then, Mat. Ha’they paid their reckoning in the parlour?

425MarthaYes, but hutchingly*, and are now going away.
GENTLEMAN and Gentlewoman [enter] to them.

426GardenerOh, here they are going!

427GentlemanI protest, Master Gardener, your wife is too dear*. Sixteen shillings for a dish of ’sparagus, two bottles of wine, and a little sugar? I wonder how you can reckon it.

428MarthaThat was your reckoning in all, sir; we make no account of particulars*, but all to mall* as they do in the Netherlands.

429GentlemanYour Dutch account*, mistress, is too high for us to trouble you any more.

430MarthaThat’s as you please, sir. A fair day after you. GENTLEMAN [and Gentlewoman exit]. Who would be troubled with such pinching guests?

431GardenerAye, tis good to misreckon such to be rid of ’em.

432MarthaThey are e’en as welcome as the knight that comes hither alone always and walks about the garden here half a day together to feed upon ladies’ looks as they pass to and fro; the peeping knight, what do you call him?

433GardenerOh, Sir Arnold Cautious*.

434MarthaYou may call him Cautious – I never saw five shillings of his money yet.

435GardenerNo, he comes but to feed his eyes, as you say, with leering at good faces and peeping at pretty insteps.

436MarthaSir Hugh Moneylacks, our gather-guest* as we call him sends us no such dull customers. Oh, that good gentleman! Never did any tavern, inn, or new ordinary* give tribute to a more deserving gentleman – oh, here come gallants.
GILBERT, WALTER, and SAMUEL (disguised) enter to them.

Three, and ne’er a woman? Strange! These are not the courtiers we look for.*

438GilbertThis is his daily haunt. I warrant thee we find him.

439WalterAnd it shall take, ne’er fear it, Sam.

440GilbertBy your leave, master and mistress, or rather lord and lady of the new plantation* here.

441WalterNay, prince and princess of the province* of Asparagus.

442SamuelThe island of two acres here more profitable than twice two thousand in the fens till the drainers have done there.*

443MarthaYou are pleasant, gentlemen. What is your pleasure?

444GilbertSaw you Sir Arnold Cautious here today?

445MarthaNot yet, sir.

446GilbertHa’you a room i’your house for us?

447MarthaHave you any more company to come to you?

448WalterYes, we expect some gentlemen.*

449MarthaGentlemen did you say?

450GilbertYes, indeed, gentlemen; no gentlewomen I assure you.

451MarthaIn truth, sir, all the rooms within are gone.

452GilbertWhat they are not gone abroad, are they?

453MarthaYou are always pleasant, sir: I mean they are all taken up.

454GilbertThere are some taken up in’em, is’t not so?

455MarthaStill you are pleasant, sir: they are indeed bespoken for great courtiers and ladies that are to dine here.

456GardenerIf you will bestow yourselves in the garden and make choice of your arbour you shall have the best cheer the house can afford ye, and you are welcome.

457GilbertBe it so then; let’s walk about, gentlemen.
        Pray send us some wine.

458Walter.And a dish of your ’sparagus.

459MarthaYou shall have it, gentlemen.[GARDENER and MARTHA] Exit.

460GilbertDid you note the wit o’the woman?

461WalterAye, because we had no wenches we must have no chamber-room for fear she disappoint some that may bring ’em.

462SamuelShe spake of great courtiers and ladies that are to come.

463WalterSome good stuff perhaps?

464GilbertWhy, I assure you, right noble and right virtuous persons, and of both sexes, do frequent the place.

465SamuelAnd, I assure you, as ignoble and vicious do pester it too much; and these that respect profit merely have not the wit and less the virtue to distinguish betwixt the best and the worst*, but by their purses.

466Walter’Tis enough for them to weed their garden not their guests – Oh, here comes our collation.
Two boys enter; they cover a table, [and set down] two bottles of wine, dishes of sugar, and a dish of asparagus.

467GilbertAnd what’s the price of this feast, boy?

468BoyPlaist ill, monsieur.*

469GilbertWhat, art thou a Frenchman?

470BoyNo, I took you for one, sir. To bargain for your meat before you eat it, that is not the generous English fashion. You shall know anon ,sir.*

471GilbertGo get you gone with your wit, and tell your prodigal fools* so.

472WalterGo, we’ll call when we want attendance.[The] BOY [exits].

473GilbertSamuel, you are too sad; let not your disguise alter you with us. Come here’s a health to the Hans in Kelder*, and the mother of the boy, if it prove so.

474SamuelI’ll pledge it.

475WalterWe want Sir Hugh Moneylacks here to discourse the virtues of this precious plant asparagus and what wonders it hath wrought in Burgundy, Allemagne*, Italy, and Languedoc before the herborists had found the skill to plant it here.

476SamuelWhat’s he to whom we seek?

477WalterWho mine uncle, Sir Arnold Cautious? He’ll come, ne’er doubt him. He seldom misses a day to pry and peer upon the beauties that come to walk here.

478GilbertTis such a knightling, I’ll but give ye his character and he comes I warrant thee*. He is an infinite admirer of beauty and dares not touch a woman: he is aged about fifty and a bachelor: he defies wedlock because he thinks there is not a maidenhead in any marriageable beauty to be found among women.

479SamuelYet you say he is an admirer and hunter after the sight of beauty?

480GilbertHe gets a crick in his neck oft-times with squinting up at windows and balconies; and as he walks the streets he peeps on both sides at fair breasts and faces as he were seeking birdsnests; and follows pretty feet and insteps like a hare tracker.

481WalterThis is still mine uncle!

482GilbertAnd when he sees a coach of ladies about to alight, he makes a stand in hope to see a delicate leg slip through a laced smock, which if he chance to discover he drivels.

483SamuelWell, how your plot may hold to my purpose I cannot see: he is the unlikeliest man to have a wench put upon* that you can mention.

484GilbertI grant the attempt is hard but the higher will be the achievement. Trust my experience, Sam, for as in every instrument are all tunes to him that has the skill to find out the stops*, so in every man there are all humours to him that can find their facets and draw’em out to his purpose.

485WalterFear not the plot as we have cast it, nor the performance in the comedy, though against mine own natural uncle.

486GilbertThy unnatural uncle thou wouldst say! He ne’er did thee good in’s life. Act but thine own part and be not out, Sam, and fear nothing.

487WalterHe’s somewhat too young to act a roarer, but what lads have we seen pass for soldiers?
Three COURTIERS and LADIES enter [with Sir Arnold] CAUTIOUS [standing] aloof.

488SamuelOh, here come the great guests.

489GilbertAnd these are nobles ones, indeed; these are courtiers clinquant and no counterfeit stuff upon ’em. I know’em all. Every lady with her own husband too: what a virtuous honest age is this! And see if thine uncle be not at his old game Bo-peep i’the tail of’em*. He shall follow’em no further:    [Moving away from SAMUEL and WALTER and towards CAUTIOUS]   Sir Arnold Cautious, noble knight you are well encountered.COURT[IERS] and LADIES exit.

490CautiousGood Master Goldwire, do you know these ladies; or be they ladies, ha?

491GilbertYes, and noble ones, the three Graces* of the Court: the Lady Stately, the Lady Handsome, and the Lady Peerless; do not you know’em?

492CautiousNo, not I.

493Gilbert   [Aside]   How the slave twitters!   [To CAUTIOUS]   You look not up at greatness, you mind too much the worldly things that are beneath you: if you had such a lady under you (of your own I mean) you would mind her.

494CautiousOh fie, fie, fie.

495GilbertLook no more after’em, they are gone; besides they are virtuous, and too great for you. When will you get a convenient wife of your own to work out the dry itch of a stale batchelor?

496CautiousGo, go, you are a wag. I itch not that way.

497GilbertWill you go this way with me then and hear what I will say to you?

498CautiousWith all my heart, I am free from business.

499GilbertYou have a nephew whose sister I married, a virtuous wife she is, and I love him the better for’t. He is a younger brother and born to no great fortune. Now you are very rich, a bachelor, and therefore I think childless –

500CautiousIn troth, Master Goldwire, you must pardon me, I may not stay with you: I had almost forgot a most important business.

501Samuel   [Aside to WALTER]   E’en now he had none.

502GilbertNay, good Sir Arnold Cautious, you know not what I’ll say.

503CautiousI say he is an unthrift, a squanderer, and must not expect supplies* from me.

504GilbertHe does not, shall not, not to the value of a token*: pray stay and hear me, sir; tis no ill air to stay in.

505CautiousAye, with all my heart good Master Goldwire, I like the air well, and your motion hitherto.

506GilbertWill you be pleased to do your kinsman the favour to further him in a match? I mean an honest lawful marriage match ― but with your countenance and a good word at most.

507CautiousThe most unthankful office in the world: pray use some other friend in’t. Indeed I stay too long.

508GilbertHear but who it is that he loves, how likely he is to obtain, what abundant profit the match may bring him, and the desperate undoing danger he falls into if he be not matched, and then do your pleasure.

509CautiousWhy what new danger is he towards, more than the old ill company he was wont to keep?

510GilbertOh, sir, he is now in league with a companion more dreadful than ’em all, a fellow that is in part a poet and in part a soldier.

511CautiousBounce, bounce.

512GilbertYou have hit upon his name: his name is Bounce*, do you know him, sir?

513CautiousNot I, nor desire acquaintance with either of his qualities.

514GilbertHe is a gentleman, sir, that has been upon some unfortunate late services* that have not answered his merit.

515CautiousAnd now he is come home to right himself by writing his own meritorious acts, is he?

516GilbertGood in troth, I wish you would see ’em, to come over ’em with a jeer or two; I know you are good at it. They are in an arbour here close by, drinking to their muses, and glorifying one another for either’s excellency in the art most poetically.

517CautiousGlorify do you say? I have heard poets the most envious detractors of one another of all creatures next to the very beggars.

518GilbertAbroad perhaps and asunder, but together there’s no such amity. You never saw ’em drink; pray see ’em, sir, it may take your nephew off of his ningle*, who hath infected him with poetry already. And twenty to one, if he fail in the match which I was about to mention he will win him away to the wars too, and then he may be lost for ever.

519CautiousGood Master Goldwire, go you to your company. I am not a man of reckoning amongst such; besides I seldom drink betwixt meals.

520Walter   [Aside to SAMUEL]   At his own cost he means.

521GilbertI commend your temper: you shall not be in the reckoning*. But I beseech you, let me prevail with you: see, we are upon ’em.   [To SAMUEL and WALTER]   Save you, gentlemen. I have brought you a noble friend, your uncle. I know he is welcome to you brother Walter; and you I am sure will make him so, Master Bounce, when you shall hear he is an admirer of poetry and war.

522CautiousEven afar off I assure ye: I never durst approach near the fury of either of the fiery qualities.

523SamuelIt is your modesty not fear that keeps you at distance I imagine.

524CautiousPoets may imagine any thing: imagination is their wealth. Some of ’em would be but poor else.   [To WALTER]   Are you turned poet, nephew?

525WalterFor my private recreation, sir.

526CautiousWhat by writing verses to win some mistresses to your private recreation, mean you so?

527SamuelYou dare not, sir, blaspheme the virtuous use
        Of sacred poetry, nor the fame traduce
        Of poets, who not alone immortal be,
        But can give others immortality.
        Poets that can men into stars translate,
        And hurl men down under the feet of Fate:
        ’Twas not Achilles’ sword, but Homer’s pen
        That made brave Hector die the best of men:
        And if that powerful Homer* likewise would
        Helen had been a hag and Troy had stood*.

528GilbertWell said, poet, thou tumblest out old ends as well as the best of ’em.

529SamuelPoets they are the life and death of things,
        Queens give them honour, for the greatest kings
        Have been their subjects.

530CautiousEnough, enough; you are the first good poet that e’er I saw wear so good a countenance. Leave it, I would not have a gentleman meddle with poetry for spoiling of his face: you seldom see a poet look out at a good physiognomy*.

531SamuelThink you so, sir?

532CautiousYes, and that is a poetical policy: where the face is naturally good without spot or blemish, to deface it by drinking or wenching, to get a name by’t . . .

533SamuelA death deserving scandal.
[SAMUEL and CAUTIOUS] scuffle

534GilbertHold, hold.

535SamuelThy malice, and thy ignorance
        Have doomed thee.*WALTER throws SAMUEL and offers to stab him.*

536GilbertGentlemen, what mean ye? GILBERT holds his dagger.

537WalterMy blood must not endure it.

538GilbertYou have wronged us all and me the most.

539WalterThe wrong is chiefly mine; yet you add to it
        By hindering my just vengeance.

540SamuelI’ll find a time to right you, or myself.[SAMUEL] exit[s]

541Walter   [Calling after SAMUEL]   My next sight of thee is thy death:
           [To CAUTIOUS]   I fear you are hurt, sir; are you? Pray, sir, tell me.

542CautiousLet me first admire thy goodness and thy pity:
        My own true natural nephew.

543Gilbert   [Aside]   Now it works*!

544CautiousI now consider and will answer thee
        In a full measure of true gratitude.

545WalterBut, good sir, are you not hurt? if you bleed, I bleed with you.

546CautiousOh, sincere nephew, good boy, I am not hurt,
        Nor can I think of hurt. My thoughts are bent
        Upon thy good;   [To GILBERT]   You were speaking of a choice, sir,
        My nephew would be matched to; let me know the party.

547GilbertWill you, sir, stand his friend?

548CautiousLet me but know the party and her friend,
        And instantly about it.

549Gilbert   [Aside]   He is catched.

550WalterHow am I bound to you?

551CautiousNephew, I am yet bound to thee and shall not rest till I am disengaged by doing this office for thee: what is she, let me know?

552GilbertSir, as we walk you shall know all; I’ll pay the reckoning within as we pass.

553CautiousBut by the way, nephew, I must bind you from poetry.

554WalterFor a wife you shall, sir.

555GilbertPoetry, though it be of a quite contrary nature, is as pretty a jewel as plain dealing*, but they that use it forget the proverb.[GILBERT, WALTER and CAUTIOUS] ex[it].
Three COURTIERS and three LADIES enter [feasting on asparagus].

5561 CourtierCome, madam[s], now if you please after your garden
        To exercise your numerous* feet and tread
        A curious knot* upon this grassy square;
        You shall fresh vigour add unto the spring,
        And double the increase, sweetness and beauty
        Of every plant and flower throughout the garden.

5571 LadyIf I thought so, my lord, we would not do
        Such precious work for nothing; we would be
        Much better huswifes and compound for shares
        O’th’ gardener’s profit.

5582 LadyOr at least hedge in*
        Our ’sparagus dinner reckoning.

5592 CourtierI commend your worldly providence:
        Madam, such good ladies will never dance
        Away their husbands’ lands.

5601 CourtierBut, madams, will ye dance?

5611 LadyNot to improve the garden, good my lord;
        A little for digestion, if you please.

5621 Courtier   [Calling to offstage musicians]   Music, play.They dance*.

5631 CourtierYou have done nobly, ladies, and much honoured
        This piece of earth here with your graceful footing.

5641 LadyBy your fair imitation, good my lords.

5651 CourtierMay the example of our harmless mirth
        And civil recreation purge the place*
        Of all foul purposes.

5661 LadyTis an honest wish:
        But wishes weed no gardens*. Hither come
        Some wicked ones they say.

5671 CourtierWe seek not to abridge their privilege;
        Nor can their ill hurt us. We are safe.

5681 LadyBut let us walk, the time of day calls hence.

5691 CourtierAgreed.[The COURTIERS and LADIES] ex[it].
MONEYLACKS, [Timothy] HOYDEN, SPRING, BRITTLEWARE, REBECCA, [and] COULTER [enter].

570MoneylacksYou are now welcome to the Asparagus Garden, landlady.

571RebeccaI have been long a-coming for all my longings, but now I hope I shall have my belly full* on’t.

572MoneylacksThat you shall, fear not.

573RebeccaWould I were at it [at] once.*

574MoneylacksWell, because she desires to be private, go in with your wife, Master Brittleware, take a room, call for a feast, and satisfy your wife, and bid the mistress of the house to provide for us.

575BrittlewareI will, sir.BRITTLEWARE [and REBECCA exit].

576MoneylacksAnd how do you feel yourself, Master Hoyden, after your bleeding, purging, and bathing, the killing of your gross humours by your spare diet and your new infusion of pure blood by your quaint feeding on delicate meats and drinks? How do you feel yourself?

577HoydenMarry, I feel that I am hungry and that my shrimp diet and sippings have almost famished me, and my purse too. ’Slid I dare be sworn, as I am almost a gentleman, that every bite* and every spoonful that I have swallowed these ten days has cost me ten shillings at least.

578SpringIs it possible that you consider this and be almost a gentleman?

579HoydenSmall acquaintance, I do not lie to you: truth’s truth as well in a gentleman as a beggar, or I am both almost and perhaps not the first that can write so.

580SpringDo you note how his wit rises?

581HoydenThere’s one of my hundred pounds gone that way, all but these twelve pieces.

582CoulterYou see now what a fine hand you have made of your money, since you got it out of my clutches?

583HoydenThen, there’s my apparel, a hundred pound went all in three suits, of which this is the best.

584SpringBut what do you think of your wit hundred pound*?

585HoydenMarry, I think that was the best laid out. For by it I have got wit enough to know that I was as clearly cozened out of it as heart can wish. Oh my soul and conscience, and as I am almost a gentleman, and* a man had come to London for nothing else but to be cheated, he could not be more roundlier rid of his money.

586MoneylacksWell, sir, if you repine at your expenses now that you want nothing but your bellyful of ’sparagus to finish my work of a gentleman in you, I will, if you please, in lieu of that stuff up your paunch with bacon and bag-pudding* and put you back again as absolute a clown as ever you came from plough.

587CoulterI would here come to that once.

588Spring   [To HOYDEN]   Take heed how you cross him.

589HoydenNay pray, sir, be not angry, though to the shame of a gentleman I say it, my teeth do even water at the name of the sweet country dish you spoke of (bacon and bag-pudding*) yet I will forbear it: but you say I shall fill my belly with this new daintrel* that you spake of – these sparrowbills*, what do you call’em?

590MoneylacksYou shall have your bellyful.

591HoydenTop full, I beseech you.

592CoulterHumh –

593MoneylacksYou shall. But I must tell you, I must ha’ you turn away this grumbling clown that follows you: he is as dangerous about you as your father’s blood was within you to cross and hinder your gentility.

594HoydenTrue. You said you would help me to a boy no bigger than a monkey*?

595SpringAnd you shall have him, a pretty little knave, you may put him in your pocket.

596CoulterYes wus, to pick’s money out if he had it. Shortly, ’twill come to that, bevore’t be long.

597HoydenCoulter, you must to the plough again; you are too heavy a clog* at the heels of a gentleman.

598CoulterAye, with all my heart, and I con you thanks* too.

599HoydenThe clown, my father’s heir will be glad of you.

600MoneylacksHave you an elder brother?

601HoydenYou do not hear me say he is my brother. But the clown my father had a former son by a former wife that was no gentlewoman as my mother was and he is a clown all over, and incurable even get you to him*. Like to like will agree well.   [Hands COULTER some money.]   Here’s a crown for you; ’twill carry you afoot to Taunton. And so, get you gone, like a clown as you are.

602Coulter’Tis well you allow me some money yet. We shall have you beg all the way home shortly when your cheaters have done wi’ye.

603MoneylacksHow, villain!

604SpringWhy do you not correct him, sir?

605CoulterNay, why do not you? He dares not. Though he could spare his clown blood, he dares not venture his gentleman blood so; nor you yours, tis all too fine I doubt. Therefore keep it, make much on’t: I would be loath a jail should stay my journey or by my cursen soul I would see what colour the best on’t were before I go. But if I don’t your errand to your brother* and tellen how you do vlout’n behind’s back, then say cut’s a cur. And so a vart vor a varewell to the proudest o’ye; and if you be an angered, tak’t in your angry teeth.[COULTER] Exit[s].


607SpringWhat a rude rascal ’tis! You are happy that he is gone.

608MoneylacksAnd so am I; he hindered half my work. Seven years’ time is too little to make a gentleman of one that can suffer such a clown within seven mile of him.

609HoydenWould he were beyond Brentford* on his way then by this time for me. But you forget the way you were in; you said you would fill my belly and then fall to practice fine compliments and congees to make me a perfect gentleman and fit to see my unknown uncle.

610MoneylacksAll shall be done.
BRITTLEWARE and REBECCA enter to them.

611HoydenSee if my surgeon and his wife have not filled themselves, and come wiping their lips already*?

612MoneylacksSo shall you presently. Now, landlady, are you pleased with your asparagus?

613RebeccaWith the asparagus I am; and yet but half pleased neither as my husband shall very well know.

614MoneylacksWell, we will leave you to talk with him about it. Come, sir, let us into the house.[MONEYLACKS, HOYDEN and SPRING] ex[it].

615BrittlewareBut half pleased, sweetheart?

616RebeccaNo indeed, John Brittleware; the asparagus has done its part; but you have not done your part, John*, and if you were an honest man, John, you would make Sir Hugh’s words good of the asparagus and be kinder to me. You are not kind to your own wife, John, in the asparagus way, you understand me. For aught I see pompeons* are as good meat for such a hoggish thing as thou art*.

617BrittlewareWell when we come at home, Beck, I know what I know.

618RebeccaAt home, is’t come to that? And I know what I know: I know he cannot love his wife enough at home that won’t be kind to her abroad. But the best is I know what my next longing shall be.

619BrittlewareMore longings yet! Now out of the unsearchable depth of woman’s imagination, what may it be?

620RebeccaIt begins to possess me already, still more and more: now tis an absolute longing, and I shall be sick till I have it.

621BrittlewareMay I know it forsooth? Tell it that you may have it.

622RebeccaI dare tell it you, but you must never know that I have it.

623BrittlewareIf you dare, tell it.

624RebeccaDare? Nay be as jealous as you will, thus it is: I do long to steal out of mine own house unknown to you, as other women do and their husbands ne’er the wiser, hither to this same ’Sparagus Garden and meet some friend that will be kind to me*.

625BrittlewareHow, how?

626RebeccaIn private, unknown to you, as I told you. ’Tis impossible I shall ever have a child else and you so jealous over me as you are!

627BrittlewareArt thou a woman and speak this?

628RebeccaArt thou a man five years married to me and aske me now if I be a woman?

629BrittlewareArt thou so full of the devil to fly out in this manner?

630RebeccaWhy his horns* fly not out of me to fright thee, do they?

631BrittlewareOh, for a hell that has not a woman in’t!
A GENTLEMAN and a CITY WIFE enter, [embracing and kissing all the while].

632RebeccaLook you there, John Jealousy, there’s an example before your eyes if nothing hang i’your sight*. There you may see the difference between a sour husband and a sweet natured gentleman! Good heart, how kindly he kisses her! And how featly she holds up the neb to him! Little heart! When will you be so kind to your own wife, John?

633BrittlewareIs that his wife, think you?

634RebeccaNo, no, I know her. ’Tis Mistress Hollyhock*, the precise draper’s wife. Oh, how my longing grows stronger in me. I see what shift soever a woman makes with her husband at home, a friend does best abroad.
A SERVANT enters to the [GENTLEMAN and the CITY WIFE. REBECCA and BRITTLEWARE stand aside].

635ServantIndeed my mistress will not take this money, there wants two shillings*.

636City WifeWhy, is my piece too light*?

637ServantToo light for the reckoning, mistress. It comes to two and twenty shillings, and this is but twenty.

638GentlemanUnreasonable! How can she reckon it?

639ServantI know what you had, sir, and we make no bills*.

640GentlemanWell fare the taverns yet that though they cozened never so much would down with it one way or other and their Jacks go again*. Now tell your mistress, and that will hinder her somewhat.

641ServantNot a jot, sir.

642GentlemanThen tell her the Countess of Copthall* is coming to be her neighbour again and she may decline her trade very dangerously*.

643ServantMy mistress scorns your words, sir.

644GentlemanYou rogue!

645City WifeNay, sweet cousin, make no uproar for my reputation’s sake*! Here, youth, there’s two shillings more; commend me to your mistress.   [The CITY WIFE and Servant] exit together.*   

646BrittlewareShe pays the reckoning it seems.

647RebeccaIt seems then he has been kind to her another way*.[The GENTLEMAN and the CITY WIFE] ex[it].
MONEYLACKS, HOYDEN, SPRING, [and] MARTHA [enter].

648MoneylacksHow is’t? I hope you are not wrangling now but better pleased than so?

649RebeccaNo, no, Sir Hugh, tis not the ’sparagus can do’t, unless the man were better.

650HoydenBut may I now be confident that I am almost a gentleman?

651SpringWithout that confidence you are nothing.

652MoneylacksThere wants nothing now but that you may learn the rules and rudiments, the principles and instructions, for the carriages, congees, and compliments which we’ll quickly put into you by practice.

653HoydenAnd then the spending the little rest of my money and I am a clear gentleman and may see my uncle.

654MoneylacksRight, right.

655HoydenAnd I will write it, and crowd it into as many bonds as I can a purpose to write, gentlemen. Timothy Hoyden of Taunton – no, of London, gentleman. London is a common place for all gentlemen of my rank, is it not?

656SpringExcellent, do you not mark how finely he comes on?

657Hoyden   [To MARTHA]   But, as I hope to live and die a gentleman, Mistress What-she-call, your reckoning was devilish dear: ’sdaggers, three pound for a few cuckoo-pintles? They were no better, I think.

658SpringNow you fall back again and derogate from the condition of a gentleman most grossly to think anything too dear you eat or drink.

659HoydenPox on’t, I had forgot.

660MoneylacksWhen he has his rules and principles, which must be his next study, he will remember.

661HoydenPray, let’s about it quickly.

662MoneylacksNow we’ll go;   [To MARTHA]   But you forget me, mistress?

663MarthaNo indeed, Sir Hugh, here’s two pieces for last week and this.

664MoneylacksTis well.   [To BRITTLEWARE and REBECCA]   Landlord and landlady, will you go?

665BrittlewareWould you would long to be at home once!

666RebeccaSo I do, perhaps, and to be here again and there again and here and there and here again and all at once.

667BrittlewareHey kicksey-winsey.

668RebeccaAnd I do long to go to Windsor* too to know if the prophecy be as true there as ’tis reported here.

669MarthaHow did you hear it goes forsooth?

670RebeccaThat all old women shall die and many young wives shall have cuckolds to their husbands.

671MarthaI heard forsooth that all young wives should die that were pure maids when they were married.

672RebeccaAnd none other?

673MarthaSo report goes forsooth.

674RebeccaYou speak very comfortably. It may be a long journey to the world’s end yet.

675BrittlewareIt seems you are not proscribed by the prophecy then?*

676RebeccaI thank my destiny.

677HoydenMy first work when I am complete gentleman shall be to get them a child and make ’em friends.

678MoneylacksA most gentlemanly resolution.

679RebeccaAnd truly the city is much bound to such well affected gentlemen.[MONEYLACKS, MARTHA, BRITTLEWARE,
REBECCA, SPRING and HOYDEN] ex[it].

Edited by Julie Sanders