Clem. Roger, make him a warrant:--he shall not go, but I fear the knave.
Form. Do not stink, sweet Oliver, you shall not go; my master will give you a warrant.
Cob. O, the Lord maintain his worship, his worthy worship!
Clem. Away, dispatch him. [Exeunt Formal and Cob;] How now, master Knowell, in dumps, in dumps! Come, this becomes not.
Know. Sir, would I could not feel my cares.
Clem. Your cares are nothing: they are like my cap, soon put on, and as soon put off. What! your son is old enough to govern himself: let him run his course, it"s the only way to make him a staid man. If he were an unthrift, a ruffian, a drunkard, or a licentious liver, then you had reason; you had reason to take care: but, being none of these, mirth"s my witness, an I had twice so many cares as you have, I"d drown them all in a cup of sack. Come, come, let"s try it: I muse your parcel of a soldier returns not all this while.
[Exeunt.
ACT IV
SCENE I---A Room in KITELY"S House.
Enter DOWNRIGt.i.t and Dame KITELY.
Dow. Well, sister, I tell you true; and you"ll find it so in the end.
Dame K. Alas, brother, what would you have me to do? I cannot help it; you see my brother brings them in here; they are his friends.
Dow. His friends! his fiends. "Slud! they do nothing but haunt him up and down like a sort of unlucky spirits, and tempt him to all manner of villainy that can be thought of. Well, by this light, a little thing would make me play the devil with some of them: an "twere not more for your husband"s sake than anything else, I"d make the house too hot for the best on "em; they should say, and swear, h.e.l.l were broken loose, ere they went hence. But, by G.o.d"s will, "tis n.o.body"s fault but yours; for an you had done as you might have done, they should have been parboiled, and baked too, every mother"s son, ere they should have come in, e"er a one of them.
Dame K. G.o.d"s my life! did you ever hear the like? what a strange man is this! Could I keep out all them, think you? I should put myself against half a dozen men, should I? Good faith, you"d mad the patien"st body in the world; to hear you talk so, without any sense or reason.
Enter Mistress BRIDGET, Master MATHEW, and BOBADILL; followed, at a distance, by WELLBRED, E. KNOWELL, STEPHEN, and BRAINWORM.
Brid.
Servant, in troth you are too prodigal Of your wit"s treasure, thus fu pour it forth Upon so mean a subject as my worth.
Mat. You say well, mistress, and I mean as well.
Dow. Hoy-day, here is stuff!
Wel. O, now stand close; pray Heaven, she can get him to read! he should do it of his own natural impudency.
Brid. Servant, what is this same, I pray you?
Mat. Marry, an elegy, an elegy, an odd toy--
Dow. To mock an ape withal! O, I could sew up his mouth, now.
Dame K. Sister, I pray you let"s hear it.
Dow. Are you rhyme-given too?
Mat. Mistress, I"ll read it if you please.
Brid. Pray you do, servant.
Dow. O, here"s no foppery! Death! I can endure the stocks better.
[Exit.
E. Know. What ails thy brother? can he not hold his water at reading of a ballad?
Wel. O, no; a rhyme fu him is worse than cheese, or a bag-pipe; but mark; you lose the protestation.
Mat. Faith, I did it in a humour; I know not how it is; but please you come near, sir. This gentleman has judgment, he knows how to censure of a--pray you, sir, you can judge?
Step. Not I, sir; upon my reputation, and by the foot of Pharaoh!
Wel. O, chide your cousin for swearing.
E. Know. Not I, so long as he does not forswear himself.
Bob. Master Mathew, you abuse the expectation of your dear mistress, and her fair sister: fie! while you live avoid this prolixity.
Mat. I shall, sir, well; incipere dulce.
E. Know. How, insipere duke! a sweet thing to be a fool, indeed!
Wel. What, do you take incipere in: that sense?
E. Know. You do not, you! This was your villainy, to gull him with a motte.
Wel. O, the benchers" phrase: pauca verba, pauca verba!
Mat.
Rare creature, let me speak without offence, Would G.o.d my rude words had the influence To rule thy thoughts, as thy fair looks do mine, Then shouldst thou be his prisoner, who is thine.
E. Know. This is Hero and Leander.
Wel. O, ay: peace, we shall have more of this.
Mat.
Be not unkind and fair: misshapen stuff Is of behaviour boisterous and rough.
Wel. How like you that, sir? [Master Stephen shakes his head.
E. Know. "Slight, he shakes his head like a bottle, to feel an there be any brain in it.
Mat. But observe the catastrophe, now: And I in duty will exceed all other, As you in beauty do excel Love"s mother.