Serv. Good master Stephen, so you may, sir, at your pleasure.
Step. And so I would, sir, good my saucy companion! an you were out O" mine uncle"s ground, I can tell you; though I do not stand upon my gentility neither, in"t.
Know. Cousin, cousin, will this ne"er be left?
Step. Wh.o.r.eson, basefellow! a mechanical serving-man! By this cudgel, an "twere not for shame, I would--
Know.
What would you do, you peremptory gull?
If you cannot be quiet, get you hence.
You see the honest man demeans himself Modestly tow"rds you, giving no reply To your unseason"d, quarrelling, rude fashion; And still you huff it, with a kind of carriage As void of wit, as of humanity.
Go, get you in; "fore heaven, I am ashamed Thou hast a kinsman"s interest in me. [Exit Master Stephen.
Serv. I pray, sir, is this master Knowell"s house?
Know. Yes, marry is it, sir.
Serv. I should inquire for a gentleman here, one master Edward Knowell; do you know any such, sir, I pray you?
Know. I should forget myself else, sir.
Serv. Are you the gentleman? cry you mercy, sir: I was required by a gentleman in the city, as I rode out at this end O" the town, to deliver you this letter, sir.
Know. To me, sir! What do you mean? pray you remember your court"sy. [Reads.] To his most selected friend, master Edward Knowell. What might the gentleman"s name be, sir, that sent it?
Nay, pray you be covered.
Serv. One master Wellbred, sir.
Know. Master Wellbred! a young gentleman, is he not?
Serv. The same, sir; master Kitely married his sister; the rich merchant in the Old Jewry.
Know. You say very true.---Brainworm! [Enter Brainworm.
Brai. Sir.
Know. Make this honest friend drink here: pray you, go in.
[Exeunt Brainworm and Servant.
This letter is directed to my son; Yet I am Edward Knowell too, and may, With the safe conscience of good manners, use The fellow"s error to my satisfaction.
Well, I will break it ope (old men are curious), Be it but for the style"s sake and the phrase; To see if both do answer my son"s praises, Who is almost grown the idolater Of this young Wellbred. What have we here?
What"s this? [Reads]
Why, Ned, I beseech thee, hast thou forsworn all thy friends in the Old Jewry? or dost thou think us all Jews that inhabit there? yet, if thou dost, come over, and but see our frippery; change an old shirt for a whole smock with us: do not conceive that antipathy between us and Hogsden, as was between Jews and hogs-flesh. Leave thy vigilant father alone, to number over his green apricots, evening and morning, on the north-west wall: an I had been his son, I had saved him the labour long since, if taking in all the young wenches that pa.s.s by at the back-door, and codling every kernel of the fruit for them, would have served, But, pr"ythee, come over to me quickly this morning; I have such a present for thee!--our Turkey company never sent the like to the Grand Signior.
One is a rhymer, sir, of your own batch, your own leaven; but doth think himself poet-major of the town, willing to be shewn, and worthy to be seen. The other--I will not venture his description with you, till you come, because I would have you make hither with an appet.i.te. If the worst of "em be not worth your journey draw your bill of charges, as unconscionable as any Guildhall verdict will give it you, and you shall be allowed your viatic.u.m. From the Windmill.
From the Bordello it might come as well, The Spittle, or Pict-hatch. Is this the man My son hath sung so, for the happiest wit, The choicest brain, the times have sent us forth!
I know not what he may be in the arts, Nor what in schools; but, surely, for his manners, I judge him a profane and dissolute wretch; Worse by possession of such great good gifts, Being the master of so loose a spirit.
Why, what unhallowed ruffian would have writ In such a scurrilous manner to a friend!
Why should he think I tell my apricots, Or play the Hesperian dragon with my fruit, To watch it? Well, my son, I had thought you Had had more judgment to have made election Of your companions, than t" have ta"en on trust Such petulant, jeering gamesters, that can spare No argument or subject from their jest.
But I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.---Brainworm!
Enter BRAINWORM.
Brai. Sir.
Know. Is the fellow gone that brought this letter?
Brai. Yea, sir, a pretty while since.
Know. And where is your young master?
Brai. In his chamber, sir.
Know. He spake not with the fellow, did he?
Brai. No, sir, he saw him not.
Know. Take you this letter, and deliver it my son; but with no notice that I have opened it, on your life.
Brai. O Lord, sir! that were a jest indeed. [Exit.
Know.
I am resolved I will not stop his journey, Nor practise any violent means to stay The unbridled course of youth in him; for that Restrain"d, grows more impatient; and in kind Like to the eager, but the generous greyhound, Who ne"er so little from his game withheld, Turns head, and leaps up at his holder"s throat.
There is a way of winning more by love, And urging of tho modesty, than fear: Force works on servile natures, not the free.
He that"s compell"d to goodness may be good, But "tis but for that fit; where others, drawn By softness and example, get a habit.
Then, if they stray, but warn them, and the same They should for virtue have done, they"ll do for shame. [Exit.
SCENE II.-A Room in KNOWELL."S House.
Enter E. KNOWELL, with a letter in his hand, followed by BRAINWORM.
E. Know. Did he open it, say"st thou?
Brai. Yes, O" my word, sir, and read the contents.
E. Know. That scarce contents me. What countenance, prithee, made he in the reading of it? was he angry, or pleased?
Brai. Nay, sir, I saw him not read it, nor open it, I a.s.sure your worship.
E. Know. No! how know"st thou then that he did either?
Brai. Marry, sir, because he charged me, on my life, to tell n.o.body that he open"d it; which, unless he had done, he would never fear to have it revealed.
E. Know. That"s true: well, I thank thee, Brainworm.
Enter STEPHEN.
Step. O, Brainworm, didst thou not see a fellow here in what-sha-call-him doublet? he brought mine uncle a letter e"en now.
Brai. Yes, master Stephen; what of him?