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EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOR

(The Anglicized Edition)


By Ben Jonson




INTRODUCTION

THE greatest of English dramatists except Shakespeare, the first
literary dictator and poet-laureate, a writer of verse, prose, satire,
and criticism who most potently of all the men of his time affected the
subsequent course of English letters: such was Ben Jonson, and as such
his strong personality assumes an interest to us almost unparalleled, at
least in his age.

Ben Jonson came of the stock that was centuries after to give to the
world Thomas Carlyle; for Jonson's grandfather was of Annandale, over
the Solway, whence he migrated to England. Jonson's father lost his
estate under Queen Mary, "having been cast into prison and forfeited."
He entered the church, but died a month before his illustrious son was
born, leaving his widow and child in poverty. Jonson's birthplace was
Westminster, and the time of his birth early in 1573. He was thus nearly
ten years Shakespeare's junior, and less well off, if a trifle better
born. But Jonson did not profit even by this slight advantage. His
mother married beneath her, a wright or bricklayer, and Jonson was for a
time apprenticed to the trade. As a youth he attracted the attention of
the famous antiquary, William Camden, then usher at Westminster School,
and there the poet laid the solid foundations of his classical learning.
Jonson always held Camden in veneration, acknowledging that to him he
owed,

"All that I am in arts, all that I know:"

and dedicating his first dramatic success, "Every Man in His Humour,"
to him. It is doubtful whether Jonson ever went to either university,
though Fuller says that he was "statutably admitted into St. John's
College, Cambridge." He tells us that he took no degree, but was later
"Master of Arts in both the universities, by their favour, not his
study." When a mere youth Jonson enlisted as a soldier trailing his pike
in Flanders in the protracted wars of William the Silent against the
Spanish. Jonson was a large and raw-boned lad; he became by his own
account in time exceedingly bulky. In chat with his friend William
Drummond of Hawthornden, Jonson told how "in his service in the Low
Countries he had, in the face of both the camps, killed an enemy, and
taken 'opima spolia' from him;" and how "since his coming to England,
being appealed to the fields, he had killed his adversary which had hurt
him in the arm and whose sword was ten inches longer than his." Jonson's
reach may have made up for the lack of his sword; certainly his prowess
lost nothing in the telling. Obviously Jonson was brave, combative, and
not averse to talking of himself and his doings.

In 1592, Jonson returned from abroad penniless. Soon after he married,
almost as early and quite as imprudently as Shakespeare. He told
Drummond curtly that "his wife was a shrew, yet honest"; for some
years he lived apart from her in the household of Lord Albany. Yet two
touching epitaphs among Jonson's 'Epigrams', "On my first daughter," and
"On my first son," attest the warmth of the poet's family affections.
The daughter died in infancy, the son of the plague; another son grew up
to manhood little credit to his father whom he survived. We know nothing
beyond this of Jonson's domestic life.

How soon Jonson drifted into what we now call grandly "the theatrical
profession" we do not know. In 1593 Marlowe made his tragic exit from
life, and Greene, Shakespeare's other rival on the popular stage,
had preceded Marlowe in an equally miserable death the year before.
Shakespeare already had the running to himself. Jonson appears first in
the employment of Philip Henslowe, the exploiter of several troupes of
players, manager, and father-in-law of the famous actor, Edward Alleyn.
From entries in 'Henslowe's Diary', a species of theatrical account book
which has been handed down to us, we know that Jonson was connected with
the Admiral's men; for he borrowed 4 pounds of Henslowe, July 28, 1597,
paying back 3s. 9d. on the same day on account of his "share" (in what
is not altogether clear); while later, on December 3, of the same year,
Henslowe advanced 20s. to him "upon a book which he showed the plot unto
the company which he promised to deliver unto the company at Christmas
next." In the next August Jonson was in collaboration with Chettle and
Porter in a play called "Hot Anger Soon Cold." All this points to an
association with Henslowe of some duration, as no mere tyro would be
thus paid in advance upon mere promise. From allusions in Dekker's play,
"Satiromastix," it appears that Jonson, like Shakespeare, began life as
an actor, and that he "ambled in a leather pitch by a play-wagon" taking
at one time the part of Hieronimo in Kyd's famous play, "The Spanish
Tragedy." By the beginning of 1598, Jonson, though still in needy
circumstances, had begun to receive recognition. Francis Meres--well
known for his "Comparative Discourse of our English Poets with the
Greek, Latin, and Italian Poets," printed in 1598, and for his mention
therein of a dozen plays of Shakespeare by title--accords to Ben Jonson
a place as one of "our best in tragedy," a matter of some surprise, as
no known tragedy of Jonson from so early a date has come down to us.
That Jonson was at work on tragedy, however, is proved by the entries in
Henslowe of at least three tragedies, now lost, in which he had a
hand. These are "Page of Plymouth," "King Robert II. of Scotland,"
and "Richard Crookback." But all of these came later, on his return to
Henslowe, and range from August 1599 to June 1602.

Returning to the autumn of 1598, an event now happened to sever for
a time Jonson's relations with Henslowe. In a letter to Alleyn, dated
September 26 of that year, Henslowe writes: "I have lost one of my
company that hurteth me greatly; that is Gabriel [Spencer], for he is
slain in Hogsden fields by the hands of Benjamin Jonson, bricklayer."
The last word is perhaps Henslowe's thrust at Jonson in his displeasure
rather than a designation of his actual continuance at his trade up to
this time. It is fair to Jonson to remark however, that his adversary
appears to have been a notorious fire-eater who had shortly before
killed one Feeke in a similar squabble. Duelling was a frequent
occurrence of the time among gentlemen and the nobility; it was an
imprudent breach of the peace on the part of a player. This duel is the
one which Jonson described years after to Drummond, and for it Jonson
was duly arraigned at Old Bailey, tried, and convicted. He was sent to
prison and such goods and chattels as he had "were forfeited." It is
a thought to give one pause that, but for the ancient law permitting
convicted felons to plead, as it was called, the benefit of clergy,
Jonson might have been hanged for this deed. The circumstance that the
poet could read and write saved him; and he received only a brand of the
letter "T," for Tyburn, on his left thumb. While in jail Jonson became a
Roman Catholic; but he returned to the faith of the Church of England a
dozen years later.

On his release, in disgrace with Henslowe and his former associates,
Jonson offered his services as a playwright to Henslowe's rivals,
the Lord Chamberlain's company, in which Shakespeare was a prominent
shareholder. A tradition of long standing, though not susceptible
of proof in a court of law, narrates that Jonson had submitted the
manuscript of "Every Man in His Humour" to the Chamberlain's men and had
received from the company a refusal; that Shakespeare called him back,
read the play himself, and at once accepted it. Whether this story is
true or not, certain it is that "Every Man in His Humour" was accepted
by Shakespeare's company and acted for the first time in 1598, with
Shakespeare taking a part. The evidence of this is contained in the list
of actors prefixed to the comedy in the folio of Jonson's works, 1616.
But it is a mistake to infer, because Shakespeare's name stands first
in the list of actors and the elder Kno'well first in the 'dramatis
personae', that Shakespeare took that particular part. The order of a
list of Elizabethan players was generally that of their importance or
priority as shareholders in the company and seldom if ever corresponded
to the list of characters.

"Every Man in His Humour" was an immediate success, and with it Jonson's
reputation as one of the leading dramatists of his time was established
once and for all. This could have been by no means Jonson's earliest
comedy, and we have just learned that he was already reputed one of "our
best in tragedy." Indeed, one of Jonson's extant comedies, "The Case
is Altered," but one never claimed by him or published as his, must
certainly have preceded "Every Man in His Humour" on the stage. The
former play may be described as a comedy modelled on the Latin plays of
Plautus. (It combines, in fact, situations derived from the "Captivi"
and the "Aulularia" of that dramatist). But the pretty story of the
beggar-maiden, Rachel, and her suitors, Jonson found, not among the
classics, but in the ideals of romantic love which Shakespeare had
already popularised on the stage. Jonson never again produced so fresh
and lovable a feminine personage as Rachel, although in other respects
"The Case is Altered" is not a conspicuous play, and, save for the
satirising of Antony Munday in the person of Antonio Balladino and
Gabriel Harvey as well, is perhaps the least characteristic of the
comedies of Jonson.

"Every Man in His Humour," probably first acted late in the summer of
1598 and at the Curtain, is commonly regarded as an epoch-making play;
and this view is not unjustified. As to plot, it tells little more than
how an intercepted letter enabled a father to follow his supposedly
studious son to London, and there observe his life with the gallants of
the time. The real quality of this comedy is in its personages and in
the theory upon which they are conceived. Ben Jonson had theories about
poetry and the drama, and he was neither chary in talking of them nor in
experimenting with them in his plays. This makes Jonson, like Dryden
in his time, and Wordsworth much later, an author to reckon with;
particularly when we remember that many of Jonson's notions came for
a time definitely to prevail and to modify the whole trend of English
poetry. First of all Jonson was a classicist, that is, he believed in
restraint and precedent in art in opposition to the prevalent ungoverned
and irresponsible Renaissance spirit. Jonson believed that there was a
professional way of doing things which might be reached by a study of
the best examples, and he found these examples for the most part among
the ancients. To confine our attention to the drama, Jonson objected to
the amateurishness and haphazard nature of many contemporary plays, and
set himself to do something different; and the first and most striking
thing that he evolved was his conception and practice of the comedy of
humours.

As Jonson has been much misrepresented in this matter, let us quote his
own words as to "humour." A humour, according to Jonson, was a bias of
disposition, a warp, so to speak, in character by which

    "Some one peculiar quality
    Doth so possess a man, that it doth draw
    All his affects, his spirits, and his powers,
    In their confluctions, all to run one way."

But continuing, Jonson is careful to add:

    "But that a rook by wearing a pied feather,
    The cable hat-band, or the three-piled ruff,
    A yard of shoe-tie, or the Switzers knot
    On his French garters, should affect a humour!
    O, it is more than most ridiculous."


Jonson's comedy of humours, in a word, conceived of stage personages
on the basis of a ruling trait or passion (a notable simplification
of actual life be it observed in passing); and, placing these typified
traits in juxtaposition in their conflict and contrast, struck the
spark of comedy. Downright, as his name indicates, is "a plain squire";
Bobadill's humour is that of the braggart who is incidentally, and with
delightfully comic effect, a coward; Brainworm's humour is the finding
out of things to the end of fooling everybody: of course he is fooled
in the end himself. But it was not Jonson's theories alone that made the
success of "Every Man in His Humour." The play is admirably written
and each character is vividly conceived, and with a firm touch based on
observation of the men of the London of the day. Jonson was neither in
this, his first great comedy (nor in any other play that he wrote),
a supine classicist, urging that English drama return to a slavish
adherence to classical conditions. He says as to the laws of the old
comedy (meaning by "laws," such matters as the unities of time and place
and the use of chorus): "I see not then, but we should enjoy the same
licence, or free power to illustrate and heighten our invention as they
[the ancients] did; and not be tied to those strict and regular forms
which the niceness of a few, who are nothing but form, would thrust upon
us." "Every Man in His Humour" is written in prose, a novel practice
which Jonson had of his predecessor in comedy, John Lyly. Even the word
"humour" seems to have been employed in the Jonsonian sense by Chapman
before Jonson's use of it. Indeed, the comedy of humours itself is only
a heightened variety of the comedy of manners which represents life,
viewed at a satirical angle, and is the oldest and most persistent
species of comedy in the language. None the less, Jonson's comedy
merited its immediate success and marked out a definite course in which
comedy long continued to run. To mention only Shakespeare's Falstaff
and his rout, Bardolph, Pistol, Dame Quickly, and the rest, whether in
"Henry IV." or in "The Merry Wives of Windsor," all are conceived in
the spirit of humours. So are the captains, Welsh, Scotch, and Irish
of "Henry V.," and Malvolio especially later; though Shakespeare never
employed the method of humours for an important personage. It was not
Jonson's fault that many of his successors did precisely the thing
that he had reprobated, that is, degrade the humour: into an oddity of
speech, an eccentricity of manner, of dress, or cut of beard. There was
an anonymous play called "Every Woman in Her Humour." Chapman wrote "A
Humourous Day's Mirth," Day, "Humour Out of Breath," Fletcher later,
"The Humourous Lieutenant," and Jonson, besides "Every Man Out of His
Humour," returned to the title in closing the cycle of his comedies in
"The Magnetic Lady or Humours Reconciled."

With the performance of "Every Man Out of His Humour" in 1599, by
Shakespeare's company once more at the Globe, we turn a new page in
Jonson's career. Despite his many real virtues, if there is one feature
more than any other that distinguishes Jonson, it is his arrogance; and
to this may be added his self-righteousness, especially under criticism
or satire. "Every Man Out of His Humour" is the first of three
"comical satires" which Jonson contributed to what Dekker called the
'poetomachia' or war of the theatres as recent critics have named
it. This play as a fabric of plot is a very slight affair; but as a
satirical picture of the manners of the time, proceeding by means of
vivid caricature, couched in witty and brilliant dialogue and sustained
by that righteous indignation which must lie at the heart of all
true satire--as a realisation, in short, of the classical ideal of
comedy--there had been nothing like Jonson's comedy since the days of
Aristophanes. "Every Man in His Humour," like the two plays that follow
it, contains two kinds of attack, the critical or generally satiric,
levelled at abuses and corruptions in the abstract; and the personal,
in which specific application is made of all this in the lampooning of
poets and others, Jonson's contemporaries. The method of personal attack
by actual caricature of a person on the stage is almost as old as the
drama. Aristophanes so lampooned Euripides in "The Acharnians" and
Socrates in "The Clouds," to mention no other examples; and in English
drama this kind of thing is alluded to again and again. What Jonson
really did, was to raise the dramatic lampoon to an art, and make out
of a casual burlesque and bit of mimicry a dramatic satire of literary
pretensions and permanency. With the arrogant attitude mentioned above
and his uncommon eloquence in scorn, vituperation, and invective, it
is no wonder that Jonson soon involved himself in literary and even
personal quarrels with his fellow-authors. The circumstances of the
origin of this 'poetomachia' are far from clear, and those who have
written on the topic, except of late, have not helped to make them
clearer. The origin of the "war" has been referred to satirical
references, apparently to Jonson, contained in "The Scourge of
Villainy," a satire in regular form after the manner of the ancients by
John Marston, a fellow playwright, subsequent friend and collaborator
of Jonson's. On the other hand, epigrams of Jonson have been discovered
(49, 68, and 100) variously charging "playwright" (reasonably identified
with Marston) with scurrility, cowardice, and plagiarism; though the
dates of the epigrams cannot be ascertained with certainty. Jonson's
own statement of the matter to Drummond runs: "He had many quarrels with
Marston, beat him, and took his pistol from him, wrote his 'Poetaster'
on him; the beginning[s] of them were that Marston represented him on
the stage."*

      *The best account of this whole subject is to be
      found in the edition of 'Poetaster' and 'Satiromastrix' by
      J. H. Penniman in 'Belles Lettres Series' shortly to appear.
      See also his earlier work, 'The War of the Theatres', 1892,
      and the excellent contributions to the subject by H. C. Hart
      in 'Notes and Queries', and in his edition of Jonson, 1906.

Here at least we are on certain ground; and the principals of the
quarrel are known. "Histriomastix," a play revised by Marston in 1598,
has been regarded as the one in which Jonson was thus "represented on
the stage"; although the personage in question, Chrisogonus, a poet,
satirist, and translator, poor but proud, and contemptuous of the common
herd, seems rather a complimentary portrait of Jonson than a caricature.
As to the personages actually ridiculed in "Every Man Out of His
Humour," Carlo Buffone was formerly thought certainly to be Marston,
as he was described as "a public scurrilous, and profane jester," and
elsewhere as "the grand scourge or second untruss [that is, satirist],
of the time" (Joseph Hall being by his own boast the first, and
Marston's work being entitled "The Scourge of Villainy"). Apparently we
must now prefer for Carlo a notorious character named Charles Chester,
of whom gossipy and inaccurate Aubrey relates that he was "a bold
impertinent fellow...a perpetual talker and made a noise like a drum in
a room. So one time at a tavern Sir Walter Raleigh beats him and seals
up his mouth (that is his upper and nether beard) with hard wax. From
him Ben Jonson takes his Carlo Buffone ['i.e.', jester] in 'Every Man
in His Humour' ['sic']." Is it conceivable that after all Jonson was
ridiculing Marston, and that the point of the satire consisted in an
intentional confusion of "the grand scourge or second untruss" with "the
scurrilous and profane" Chester?

We have digressed into detail in this particular case to exemplify the
difficulties of criticism in its attempts to identify the allusions in
these forgotten quarrels. We are on sounder ground of fact in recording
other manifestations of Jonson's enmity. In "The Case is Altered" there
is clear ridicule in the character Antonio Balladino of Anthony Munday,
pageant-poet of the city, translator of romances and playwright as well.
In "Every Man in His Humour" there is certainly a caricature of Samuel
Daniel, accepted poet of the court, sonneteer, and companion of men of
fashion. These men held recognised positions to which Jonson felt his
talents better entitled him; they were hence to him his natural enemies.
It seems almost certain that he pursued both in the personages of his
satire through "Every Man Out of His Humour," and "Cynthia's Revels,"
Daniel under the characters Fastidious Brisk and Hedon, Munday as
Puntarvolo and Amorphus; but in these last we venture on quagmire once
more. Jonson's literary rivalry of Daniel is traceable again and again,
in the entertainments that welcomed King James on his way to London, in
the masques at court, and in the pastoral drama. As to Jonson's personal
ambitions with respect to these two men, it is notable that he became,
not pageant-poet, but chronologer to the City of London; and that, on
the accession of the new king, he came soon to triumph over Daniel as
the accepted entertainer of royalty.

"Cynthia's Revels," the second "comical satire," was acted in 1600, and,
as a play, is even more lengthy, elaborate, and impossible than "Every
Man Out of His Humour." Here personal satire seems to have absorbed
everything, and while much of the caricature is admirable, especially in
the detail of witty and trenchantly satirical dialogue, the central idea
of a fountain of self-love is not very well carried out, and the persons
revert at times to abstractions, the action to allegory. It adds to our
wonder that this difficult drama should have been acted by the Children
of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel, among them Nathaniel Field with whom Jonson
read Horace and Martial, and whom he taught later how to make plays.
Another of these precocious little actors was Salathiel Pavy, who died
before he was thirteen, already famed for taking the parts of old men.
Him Jonson immortalised in one of the sweetest of his epitaphs. An
interesting sidelight is this on the character of this redoubtable
and rugged satirist, that he should thus have befriended and tenderly
remembered these little theatrical waifs, some of whom (as we know) had
been literally kidnapped to be pressed into the service of the theatre
and whipped to the conning of their difficult parts. To the caricature
of Daniel and Munday in "Cynthia's Revels" must be added Anaides
(impudence), here assuredly Marston, and Asotus (the prodigal),
interpreted as Lodge or, more perilously, Raleigh. Crites, like
Asper-Macilente in "Every Man Out of His Humour," is Jonson's
self-complaisant portrait of himself, the just, wholly admirable, and
judicious scholar, holding his head high above the pack of the yelping
curs of envy and detraction, but careless of their puny attacks on his
perfections with only too mindful a neglect.

The third and last of the "comical satires" is "Poetaster," acted, once
more, by the Children of the Chapel in 1601, and Jonson's only avowed
contribution to the fray. According to the author's own account, this
play was written in fifteen weeks on a report that his enemies had
entrusted to Dekker the preparation of "Satiromastix, the Untrussing of
the Humorous Poet," a dramatic attack upon himself. In this attempt to
forestall his enemies Jonson succeeded, and "Poetaster" was an immediate
and deserved success. While hardly more closely knit in structure than
its earlier companion pieces, "Poetaster" is planned to lead up to
the ludicrous final scene in which, after a device borrowed from the
"Lexiphanes" of Lucian, the offending poetaster, Marston-Crispinus, is
made to throw up the difficult words with which he had overburdened his
stomach as well as overlarded his vocabulary. In the end Crispinus with
his fellow, Dekker-Demetrius, is bound over to keep the peace and never
thenceforward "malign, traduce, or detract the person or writings of
Quintus Horatius Flaccus [Jonson] or any other eminent man transcending
you in merit." One of the most diverting personages in Jonson's comedy
is Captain Tucca. "His peculiarity" has been well described by Ward as
"a buoyant blackguardism which recovers itself instantaneously from the
most complete exposure, and a picturesqueness of speech like that of a
walking dictionary of slang."

It was this character, Captain Tucca, that Dekker hit upon in his reply,
"Satiromastix," and he amplified him, turning his abusive vocabulary
back upon Jonson and adding "An immodesty to his dialogue that did not
enter into Jonson's conception." It has been held, altogether plausibly,
that when Dekker was engaged professionally, so to speak, to write
a dramatic reply to Jonson, he was at work on a species of chronicle
history, dealing with the story of Walter Terill in the reign of William
Rufus. This he hurriedly adapted to include the satirical characters
suggested by "Poetaster," and fashioned to convey the satire of his
reply. The absurdity of placing Horace in the court of a Norman king is
the result. But Dekker's play is not without its palpable hits at the
arrogance, the literary pride, and self-righteousness of Jonson-Horace,
whose "ningle" or pal, the absurd Asinius Bubo, has recently been shown
to figure forth, in all likelihood, Jonson's friend, the poet Drayton.
Slight and hastily adapted as is "Satiromastix," especially in a
comparison with the better wrought and more significant satire of
"Poetaster," the town awarded the palm to Dekker, not to Jonson; and
Jonson gave over in consequence his practice of "comical satire." Though
Jonson was cited to appear before the Lord Chief Justice to answer
certain charges to the effect that he had attacked lawyers and soldiers
in "Poetaster," nothing came of this complaint. It may be suspected that
much of this furious clatter and give-and-take was pure playing to the
gallery. The town was agog with the strife, and on no less an authority
than Shakespeare ("Hamlet," ii. 2), we learn that the children's company
(acting the plays of Jonson) did "so berattle the common stages...that
many, wearing rapiers, are afraid of goose-quills, and dare scarce come
thither."

Several other plays have been thought to bear a greater or less part
in the war of the theatres. Among them the most important is a college
play, entitled "The Return from Parnassus," dating 1601-02. In it a
much-quoted passage makes Burbage, as a character, declare: "Why here's
our fellow Shakespeare puts them all down; aye and Ben Jonson, too. O
that Ben Jonson is a pestilent fellow; he brought up Horace, giving the
poets a pill, but our fellow Shakespeare hath given him a purge that
made him bewray his credit." Was Shakespeare then concerned in this
war of the stages? And what could have been the nature of this "purge"?
Among several suggestions, "Troilus and Cressida" has been thought by
some to be the play in which Shakespeare thus "put down" his friend,
Jonson. A wiser interpretation finds the "purge" in "Satiromastix,"
which, though not written by Shakespeare, was staged by his company,
and therefore with his approval and under his direction as one of the
leaders of that company.

The last years of the reign of Elizabeth thus saw Jonson recognised as
a dramatist second only to Shakespeare, and not second even to him as
a dramatic satirist. But Jonson now turned his talents to new fields.
Plays on subjects derived from classical story and myth had held the
stage from the beginning of the drama, so that Shakespeare was making
no new departure when he wrote his "Julius Caesar" about 1600.
Therefore when Jonson staged "Sejanus," three years later and with
Shakespeare'scompany once more, he was only following in the elder
dramatist's footsteps. But Jonson's idea of a play on classical history,
on the one hand, and Shakespeare's and the elder popular dramatists, on
the other, were very different. Heywood some years before had put five
straggling plays on the stage in quick succession, all derived from
stories in Ovid and dramatised with little taste or discrimination.
Shakespeare had a finer conception of form, but even he was contented
to take all his ancient history from North's translation of Plutarch and
dramatise his subject without further inquiry. Jonson was a scholar and
a classical antiquarian. He reprobated this slipshod amateurishness,
and wrote his "Sejanus" like a scholar, reading Tacitus, Suetonius,
and other authorities, to be certain of his facts, his setting, and
his atmosphere, and somewhat pedantically noting his authorities in the
margin when he came to print. "Sejanus" is a tragedy of genuine dramatic
power in which is told with discriminating taste the story of the
haughty favourite of Tiberius with his tragical overthrow. Our drama
presents no truer nor more painstaking representation of ancient
Roman life than may be found in Jonson's "Sejanus" and "Catiline his
Conspiracy," which followed in 1611. A passage in the address of the
former play to the reader, in which Jonson refers to a collaboration
in an earlier version, has led to the surmise that Shakespeare may have
been that "worthier pen." There is no evidence to determine the matter.

In 1605, we find Jonson in active collaboration with Chapman and Marston
in the admirable comedy of London life entitled "Eastward Hoe." In
the previous year, Marston had dedicated his "Malcontent," in terms
of fervid admiration, to Jonson; so that the wounds of the war of the
theatres must have been long since healed. Between Jonson and Chapman
there was the kinship of similar scholarly ideals. The two continued
friends throughout life. "Eastward Hoe" achieved the extraordinary
popularity represented in a demand for three issues in one year. But
this was not due entirely to the merits of the play. In its earliest
version a passage which an irritable courtier conceived to be derogatory
to his nation, the Scots, sent both Chapman and Jonson to jail; but the
matter was soon patched up, for by this time Jonson had influence at
court.

With the accession of King James, Jonson began his long and successful
career as a writer of masques. He wrote more masques than all his
competitors together, and they are of an extraordinary variety
and poetic excellence. Jonson did not invent the masque; for such
premeditated devices to set and frame, so to speak, a court ball had
been known and practised in varying degrees of elaboration long before
his time. But Jonson gave dramatic value to the masque, especially in
his invention of the antimasque, a comedy or farcical element of relief,
entrusted to professional players or dancers. He enhanced, as well, the
beauty and dignity of those portions of the masque in which noble lords
and ladies took their parts to create, by their gorgeous costumes and
artistic grouping and evolutions, a sumptuous show. On the mechanical
and scenic side Jonson had an inventive and ingenious partner in
Inigo Jones, the royal architect, who more than any one man raised
the standard of stage representation in the England of his day. Jonson
continued active in the service of the court in the writing of masques
and other entertainments far into the reign of King Charles; but,
towards the end, a quarrel with Jones embittered his life, and the two
testy old men appear to have become not only a constant irritation to
each other, but intolerable bores at court. In "Hymenaei," "The Masque
of Queens," "Love Freed from Ignorance," "Lovers made Men," "Pleasure
Reconciled to Virtue," and many more will be found Jonson's aptitude,
his taste, his poetry and inventiveness in these by-forms of the drama;
while in "The Masque of Christmas," and "The Gipsies Metamorphosed"
especially, is discoverable that power of broad comedy which, at court as
well as in the city, was not the least element of Jonson's contemporary
popularity.

But Jonson had by no means given up the popular stage when he turned to
the amusement of King James. In 1605 "Volpone" was produced, "The Silent
Woman" in 1609, "The Alchemist" in the following year. These comedies,
with "Bartholomew Fair," 1614, represent Jonson at his height, and for
constructive cleverness, character successfully conceived in the manner
of caricature, wit and brilliancy of dialogue, they stand alone in
English drama. "Volpone, or the Fox," is, in a sense, a transition play
from the dramatic satires of the war of the theatres to the purer comedy
represented in the plays named above. Its subject is a struggle of
wit applied to chicanery; for among its 'dramatis personae', from
the villainous Fox himself, his rascally servant Mosca, Voltore (the
vulture), Corbaccio and Corvino (the big and the little raven), to Sir
Politic Would-be and the rest, there is scarcely a virtuous character in
the play. Question has been raised as to whether a story so forbidding
can be considered a comedy, for, although the plot ends in the
discomfiture and imprisonment of the most vicious, it involves no moral
catastrophe. But Jonson was on sound historical ground, for "Volpone"
is conceived far more logically on the lines of the ancients' theory
of comedy than was ever the romantic drama of Shakespeare, however
repulsive we may find a philosophy of life that facilely divides the
world into the rogues and their dupes, and, identifying brains
with roguery and innocence with folly, admires the former while
inconsistently punishing them.

"The Silent Woman" is a gigantic farce of the most ingenious
construction. The whole comedy hinges on a huge joke, played by a
heartless nephew on his misanthropic uncle, who is induced to take to
himself a wife, young, fair, and warranted silent, but who, in the end,
turns out neither silent nor a woman at all. In "The Alchemist," again,
we have the utmost cleverness in construction, the whole fabric building
climax on climax, witty, ingenious, and so plausibly presented that we
forget its departures from the possibilities of life. In "The Alchemist"
Jonson represented, none the less to the life, certain sharpers of
the metropolis, revelling in their shrewdness and rascality and in the
variety of the stupidity and wickedness of their victims. We may object
to the fact that the only person in the play possessed of a scruple
of honesty is discomfited, and that the greatest scoundrel of all is
approved in the end and rewarded. The comedy is so admirably written and
contrived, the personages stand out with such lifelike distinctness
in their several kinds, and the whole is animated with such verve and
resourcefulness that "The Alchemist" is a new marvel every time it is
read. Lastly of this group comes the tremendous comedy, "Bartholomew
Fair," less clear cut, less definite, and less structurally worthy
of praise than its three predecessors, but full of the keenest and
cleverest of satire and inventive to a degree beyond any English comedy
save some other of Jonson's own. It is in "Bartholomew Fair" that we are
presented to the immortal caricature of the Puritan, Zeal-in-the-Land
Busy, and the Littlewits that group about him, and it is in this
extraordinary comedy that the humour of Jonson, always open to this
danger, loosens into the Rabelaisian mode that so delighted King James
in "The Gipsies Metamorphosed." Another comedy of less merit is "The
Devil is an Ass," acted in 1616. It was the failure of this play that
caused Jonson to give over writing for the public stage for a period of
nearly ten years.

"Volpone" was laid as to scene in Venice. Whether because of the success
of "Eastward Hoe" or for other reasons, the other three comedies declare
in the words of the prologue to "The Alchemist":

"Our scene is London, 'cause we would make known No country's mirth is
better than our own."


Indeed Jonson went further when he came to revise his plays for
collected publication in his folio of 1616, he transferred the scene
of "Every Man in His Humou r" from Florence to London also, converting
Signior Lorenzo di Pazzi to Old Kno'well, Prospero to Master Welborn,
and Hesperida to Dame Kitely "dwelling i' the Old Jewry."

In his comedies of London life, despite his trend towards caricature,
Jonson has shown himself a genuine realist, drawing from the life about
him with an experience and insight rare in any generation. A happy
comparison has been suggested between Ben Jonson and Charles Dickens.
Both were men of the people, lowly born and hardly bred. Each knew
the London of his time as few men knew it; and each represented it
intimately and in elaborate detail. Both men were at heart moralists,
seeking the truth by the exaggerated methods of humour and caricature;
perverse, even wrong-headed at times, but possessed of a true pathos and
largeness of heart, and when all has been said--though the Elizabethan
ran to satire, the Victorian to sentimentality--leaving the world better
for the art that they practised in it.

In 1616, the year of the death of Shakespeare, Jonson collected his
plays, his poetry, and his masques for publication in a collective
edition. This was an unusual thing at the time and had been attempted
by no dramatist before Jonson. This volume published, in a carefully
revised text, all the plays thus far mentioned, excepting "The Case is
Altered," which Jonson did not acknowledge, "Bartholomew Fair," and "The
Devil is an Ass," which was written too late. It included likewise a
book of some hundred and thirty odd 'Epigrams', in which form of brief
and pungent writing Jonson was an acknowledged master; "The Forest," a
smaller collection of lyric and occasional verse and some ten 'Masques'
and 'Entertainments'. In this same year Jonson was made poet laureate
with a pension of one hundred marks a year. This, with his fees and
returns from several noblemen, and the small earnings of his plays
must have formed the bulk of his income. The poet appears to have done
certain literary hack-work for others, as, for example, parts of the
Punic Wars contributed to Raleigh's 'History of the World'. We know
from a story, little to the credit of either, that Jonson accompanied
Raleigh's son abroad in the capacity of a tutor. In 1618 Jonson was
granted the reversion of the office of Master of the Revels, a post
for which he was peculiarly fitted; but he did not live to enjoy its
perquisites. Jonson was honoured with degrees by both universities,
though when and under what circumstances is not known. It has been said
that he narrowly escaped the honour of knighthood, which the satirists
of the day averred King James was wont to lavish with an indiscriminate
hand. Worse men were made knights in his day than worthy Ben Jonson.

From 1616 to the close of the reign of King James, Jonson produced
nothing for the stage. But he "prosecuted" what he calls "his wonted
studies" with such assiduity that he became in reality, as by report,
one of the most learned men of his time. Jonson's theory of authorship
involved a wide acquaintance with books and "an ability," as he put it,
"to convert the substance or riches of another poet to his own use."
Accordingly Jonson read not only the Greek and Latin classics down to
the lesser writers, but he acquainted himself especially with the Latin
writings of his learned contemporaries, their prose as well as their
poetry, their antiquities and curious lore as well as their more solid
learning. Though a poor man, Jonson was an indefatigable collector of
books. He told Drummond that "the Earl of Pembroke sent him 20 pounds
every first day of the new year to buy new books." Unhappily, in 1623,
his library was destroyed by fire, an accident serio-comically described
in his witty poem, "An Execration upon Vulcan." Yet even now a book
turns up from time to time in which is inscribed, in fair large Italian
lettering, the name, Ben Jonson. With respect to Jonson's use of his
material, Dryden said memorably of him: "[He] was not only a professed
imitator of Horace, but a learned plagiary of all the others; you track
him everywhere in their snow. ... But he has done his robberies so
openly that one sees he fears not to be taxed by any law. He invades
authors like a monarch, and what would be theft in other poets is
only victory in him." And yet it is but fair to say that Jonson prided
himself, and justly, on his originality. In "Catiline," he not only uses
Sallust's account of the conspiracy, but he models some of the speeches
of Cicero on the Roman orator's actual words. In "Poetaster," he lifts
a whole satire out of Horace and dramatises it effectively for his
purposes. The sophist Libanius suggests the situation of "The Silent
Woman"; a Latin comedy of Giordano Bruno, "Il Candelaio," the relation
of the dupes and the sharpers in "The Alchemist," the "Mostellaria" of
Plautus, its admirable opening scene. But Jonson commonly bettered his
sources, and putting the stamp of his sovereignty on whatever bullion he
borrowed made it thenceforward to all time current and his own.

The lyric and especially the occasional poetry of Jonson has a peculiar
merit. His theory demanded design and the perfection of literary finish.
He was furthest from the rhapsodist and the careless singer of an
idle day; and he believed that Apollo could only be worthily served in
singing robes and laurel crowned. And yet many of Jonson's lyrics will
live as long as the language. Who does not know "Queen and huntress,
chaste and fair." "Drink to me only with thine eyes," or "Still to be
neat, still to be dressed"? Beautiful in form, deft and graceful in
expression, with not a word too much or one that bears not its part
in the total effect, there is yet about the lyrics of Jonson a
certain stiffness and formality, a suspicion that they were not quite
spontaneous and unbidden, but that they were carved, so to speak,
with disproportionate labour by a potent man of letters whose habitual
thought is on greater things. It is for these reasons that Jonson is
even better in the epigram and in occasional verse where rhetorical
finish and pointed wit less interfere with the spontaneity and emotion
which we usually associate with lyrical poetry. There are no such
epitaphs as Ben Jonson's, witness the charming ones on his own children,
on Salathiel Pavy, the child-actor, and many more; and this even though
the rigid law of mine and thine must now restore to William Browne of
Tavistock the famous lines beginning: "Underneath this sable hearse."
Jonson is unsurpassed, too, in the difficult poetry of compliment,
seldom falling into fulsome praise and disproportionate similtude, yet
showing again and again a generous appreciation of worth in others, a
discriminating taste and a generous personal regard. There was no man in
England of his rank so well known and universally beloved as Ben Jonson.
The list of his friends, of those to whom he had written verses, and
those who had written verses to him, includes the name of every man of
prominence in the England of King James. And the tone of many of these
productions discloses an affectionate familiarity that speaks for the
amiable personality and sound worth of the laureate. In 1619, growing
unwieldy through inactivity, Jonson hit upon the heroic remedy of a
journey afoot to Scotland. On his way thither and back he was hospitably
received at the houses of many friends and by those to whom his friends
had recommended him. When he arrived in Edinburgh, the burgesses met to
grant him the freedom of the city, and Drummond, foremost of Scottish
poets, was proud to entertain him for weeks as his guest at Hawthornden.
Some of the noblest of Jonson's poems were inspired by friendship.
Such is the fine "Ode to the memory of Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry
Moryson," and that admirable piece of critical insight and filial
affection, prefixed to the first Shakespeare folio, "To the memory of
my beloved master, William Shakespeare, and what he hath left us." to
mention only these. Nor can the earlier "Epode," beginning "Not to know
vice at all," be matchedin stately gravity and gnomic wisdom in its own
wise and stately age.

But if Jonson had deserted the stage after the publication of his folio
and up to the end of the reign of King James, he was far from inactive;
for year after year his inexhaustible inventiveness continued to
contribute to the masquing and entertainment at court. In "The Golden
Age Restored," Pallas turns from the Iron Age with its attendant
evils into statues which sink out of sight; in "Pleasure Reconciled to
Virtue," Atlas figures represented as an old man, his shoulders covered
with snow, and Comus, "the god of cheer or the belly," is one of the
characters, a circumstance which an imaginative boy of ten, named John
Milton, was not to forget. "Pan's Anniversary," late in the reign
of James, proclaimed that Jonson had not yet forgotten how to write
exquisite lyrics, and "The Gipsies Metamorphosed" displayed the old
drollery and broad humorous stroke still unimpaired and unmatchable.
These, too, and the earlier years of Charles were the days of the Apollo
Room of the Devil Tavern where Jonson presided, the absolute monarch of
English literary Bohemia. We hear of a room blazoned about with Jonson's
own judicious 'Leges Convivales' in letters of gold, of a company made
up of the choicest spirits of the time, devotedly attached to their
veteran dictator, his reminiscences, opinions, affections, and enmities.
And we hear, too, of valorous potations; but in the words of Herrick
addressed to his master, Jonson, at the Devil Tavern, as at the Dog, the
Triple Tun, and at the Mermaid,

    "We such clusters had
     As made us nobly wild, not mad,
     And yet each verse of thine
     Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine."


But the patronage of the court failed in the days of King Charles,
though Jonson was not without royal favours; and the old poet returned
to the stage, producing, between 1625 and 1633, "The Staple of News,"
"The New Inn," "The Magnetic Lady," and "The Tale of a Tub," the last
doubtless revised from a much earlier comedy. None of these plays met
with any marked success, although the scathing generalisation of Dryden
that designated them "Jonson's dotages" is unfair to their genuine
merits. Thus the idea of an office for the gathering, proper dressing,
and promulgation of news (wild flight of the fancy in its time) was
an excellent subject for satire on the existing absurdities among the
newsmongers; although as much can hardly be said for "The Magnetic
Lady," who, in her bounty, draws to her personages of differing humours
to reconcile them in the end according to the alternative title, or
"Humours Reconciled." These last plays of the old dramatist revert to
caricature and the hard lines of allegory; the moralist is more than
ever present, the satire degenerates into personal lampoon, especially
of his sometime friend, Inigo Jones, who appears unworthily to have used
his influence at court against the broken-down old poet. And now disease
claimed Jonson, and he was bedridden for months. He had succeeded
Middleton in 1628 as Chronologer to the City of London, but lost the
post for not fulfilling its duties. King Charles befriended him, and
even commissioned him to write still for the entertainment of the court;
and he was not without the sustaining hand of noble patrons and devoted
friends among the younger poets who were proud to be "sealed of the
tribe of Ben."

Jonson died, August 6, 1637, and a second folio of his works, which
he had been some time gathering, was printed in 1640, bearing in its
various parts dates ranging from 1630 to 1642. It included all the plays
mentioned in the foregoing paragraphs, excepting "The Case is Altered;"
the masques, some fifteen, that date between 1617 and 1630; another
collection of lyrics and occasional poetry called "Underwoods, including
some further entertainments"; a translation of "Horace's Art of Poetry"
(also published in a vicesimo quarto in 1640), and certain fragments and
ingatherings which the poet would hardly have included himself. These
last comprise the fragment (less than seventy lines) of a tragedy called
"Mortimer his Fall," and three acts of a pastoral drama of much beauty
and poetic spirit, "The Sad Shepherd." There is also the exceedingly
interesting 'English Grammar' "made by Ben Jonson for the benefit of all
strangers out of his observation of the English language now spoken and
in use," in Latin and English; and 'Timber, or discoveries' "made upon
men and matter as they have flowed out of his daily reading, or had
their reflux to his peculiar notion of the times." The 'Discoveries',
as it is usually called, is a commonplace book such as many literary
men have kept, in which their reading was chronicled, passages that took
their fancy translated or transcribed, and their passing opinions noted.
Many passage of Jonson's 'Discoveries' are literal translations from the
authors he chanced to be reading, with the reference, noted or not, as
the accident of the moment prescribed. At times he follows the line
of Macchiavelli's argument as to the nature and conduct of princes; at
others he clarifies his own conception of poetry and poets by recourse
to Aristotle. He finds a choice paragraph on eloquence in Seneca the
elder and applies it to his own recollection of Bacon's power as an
orator; and another on facile and ready genius, and translates it,
adapting it to his recollection of his fellow-playwright,
Shakespeare. To call such passages--which Jonson never intended for
publication--plagiarism, is to obscure the significance of words.
To disparage his memory by citing them is a preposterous use of
scholarship. Jonson's prose, both in his dramas, in the descriptive
comments of his masques, and in the 'Discoveries', is characterised by
clarity and vigorous directness, nor is it wanting in a fine sense of
form or in the subtler graces of diction.

When Jonson died there was a project for a handsome monument to his
memory. But the Civil War was at hand, and the project failed. A
memorial, not insufficient, was carved on the stone covering his grave
in one of the aisles of Westminster Abbey:

"O rare Ben Jonson."

FELIX E. SCHELLING.

THE COLLEGE, PHILADELPHIA, U.S.A.



The following is a complete list of his published works:--

DRAMAS. --

    Every Man in his Humour, 4to, 1601;
    The Case is Altered, 4to, 1609;
    Every Man out of his Humour, 4to, 1600;
    Cynthia's Revels, 4to, 1601;
    Poetaster, 4to, 1602;
    Sejanus, 4to, 1605;
    Eastward Ho (with Chapman and Marston), 4to, 1605;
    Volpone, 4to, 1607;
    Epicoene, or the Silent Woman, 4to, 1609 (?), fol., 1616;
    The Alchemist, 4to, 1612;
    Catiline, his Conspiracy, 4to, 1611;
    Bartholomew Fayre, 4to, 1614 (?), fol., 1631;
    The Divell is an Asse, fol., 1631;
    The Staple of Newes, fol., 1631;
    The New Sun, 8vo, 1631, fol., 1692;
    The Magnetic Lady, or Humours Reconcild, fol., 1640;
    A Tale of a Tub, fol., 1640;
    The Sad Shepherd, or a Tale of Robin Hood, fol., 1641;
    Mortimer his Fall (fragment), fol., 1640.


To Jonson have also been attributed additions to Kyd's Jeronymo, and
collaboration in The Widow with Fletcher and Middleton, and in the
Bloody Brother with Fletcher.

POEMS. --

    Epigrams, The Forrest, Underwoods, published in fols., 1616,
       1640;
    Selections:  Execration against Vulcan, and Epigrams, 1640;
    G. Hor. Flaccus his art of Poetry, Englished by Ben Jonson,
       1640;
    Leges Convivialis, fol., 1692.
    Other minor poems first appeared in Gifford's edition of Works.

PROSE. --

   Timber, or Discoveries made upon Men and Matter, fol., 1641;
   The English Grammar, made by Ben Jonson for the benefit of
      Strangers, fol., 1640.

Masques and Entertainments were published in the early folios.

WORKS. --

    Fol., 1616, vol. 2, 1640 (1631-41);
    fol., 1692, 1716-19, 1729;
       edited by P. Whalley, 7 vols., 1756;
       by Gifford (with Memoir), 9 vols., 1816, 1846;
       re-edited by F. Cunningham, 3 vols., 1871;
          in 9 vols., 1875;
    by Barry Cornwall (with Memoir), 1838;
    by B. Nicholson (Mermaid Series),
       with Introduction by C. H. Herford, 1893, etc.;
    Nine Plays, 1904; ed. H. C. Hart (Standard Library), 1906, etc;
    Plays and Poems, with Introduction by H. Morley (Universal
       Library), 1885;
    Plays (7) and Poems (Newnes), 1905;
    Poems, with Memoir by H. Bennett (Carlton Classics), 1907;
    Masques and Entertainments, ed. by H. Morley, 1890.


SELECTIONS. --

    J. A. Symonds, with Biographical and Critical Essay,
       (Canterbury Poets), 1886;
    Grosart, Brave Translunary Things, 1895;
    Arber, Jonson Anthology, 1901;
    Underwoods, Cambridge University Press, 1905;
    Lyrics (Jonson, Beaumont and Fletcher), the Chap Books,
       No. 4, 1906;
    Songs (from Plays, Masques, etc.), with earliest known setting,
       Eragny Press, 1906.


LIFE. --

   See Memoirs affixed to Works;
   J. A. Symonds (English Worthies), 1886;
   Notes of Ben Jonson Conversations with Drummond of Hawthornden;
       Shakespeare Society, 1842;
   ed. with Introduction and Notes by P. Sidney, 1906;
   Swinburne, A Study of Ben Jonson, 1889.





EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR


TO THE MOST LEARNED, AND MY HONOURED FRIEND

MASTER CAMDEN

CLARENCIEUX


SIR,--There are, no doubt, a supercilious race in the world, who will
esteem all office, done you in this kind, an injury; so solemn a vice it
is with them to use the authority of their ignorance, to the crying down
of Poetry, or the professors: but my gratitude must not leave to correct
their error; since I am none of those that can suffer the benefits
conferred upon my youth to perish with my age. It is a frail memory
that remember s but present things: and, had the favour of the times so
conspired with my disposition, as it could have brought forth other, or
better, you had had the same proportion, and number of the fruits,
the first. Now I pray you to accept this; such wherein neither the
confession of my manners shall make you blush; nor of my studies,
repent you to have been the instructor: and for the profession of my
thankfulness, I am sure it will, with good men, find either praise or
excuse. Your true lover,

                                            BEN JONSON.



                           DRAMATIS PERSONAE
 KNOWELL, an old Gentleman:          OLIVER COB, a Water-bearer.
 EDWARD KNOWELL, his Son.            JUSTICE CLEMENT, an old merry
 BRAINWORM, the Father's Man                 Magistrate.
 GEORGE DOWNRIGHT, a plain Squire.   ROGER FORMAL, his Clerk.
 WELLBRED, his Half-Brother.         Wellbred's Servant
 KITELY, a merchant.                 DAME KITELY, KITELY'S Wife.
 CAPTAIN BOBADILL, a Paul's Man.     MRS. BRIDGET his Sister.
 MASTER STEPHEN, a Country Gull.     TIB Cob's Wife
 MASTER MATHEW, the Town Gull.
 THOMAS CASH, KITELY'S Cashier.      Servants, etc.


                       SCENE,---LONDON
                           PROLOGUE.

   Though need make many poets, and some such
   As art and nature have not better'd much;
   Yet ours for want hath not so loved the stage,
   As he dare serve the ill customs of the age,
   Or purchase your delight at such a rate,
   As, for it, he himself must justly hate:
   To make a child now swaddled, to proceed
   Man, and then shoot up, in one beard and weed,
   Past threescore years; or, with three rusty swords,
   And help of some few foot and half-foot words,
   Fight over York and Lancaster's king jars,
   And in the tyring-house bring wounds to scars.
   He rather prays you will be pleas'd to see
   One such to-day, as other plays should be;
   Where neither chorus wafts you o'er the seas,
   Nor creaking throne comes down the boys to please;
   Nor nimble squib is seen to make afeard
   The gentlewomen; nor roll'd bullet heard
   To say, it thunders; nor tempestuous drum
   Rumbles, to tell you when the storm doth come;
   But deeds, and language, such as men do use,
   And persons, such as comedy would choose,
   When she would shew an image of the times,
   And sport with human follies, not with crimes.
   Except we make them such, by loving still
   Our popular errors, when we know they're ill.
   I mean such errors as you'll all confess,
   By laughing at them, they deserve no less:
   Which when you heartily do, there's hope left then,
   You, that have so grac'd monsters, may like men.





ACT I

                             SCENE I.---A Street.

                   Enter KNOWELL, at the door of his house.


  Know.
     A goodly day toward, and a fresh morning.--Brainworm!
                                                    Enter Brainworm.
     Call up your young master: bid him rise, sir.
     Tell him, I have some business to employ him.

  Brai. I will, sir, presently.

  Know.
     But hear you, sirrah,
     If he be at his book, disturb him not.

  Brai. Very good, sir.

  Know.
     How happy yet should I esteem myself,
     Could I, by any practice, wean the boy
     From one vain course of study he affects.
     He is a scholar, if a man may trust
     The liberal voice of fame in her report,
     Of good account in both our Universities,
     Either of which hath favoured him with graces:
     But their indulgence must not spring in me
     A fond opinion that he cannot err.
     Myself was once a student, and indeed,
     Fed with the self-same humour he is now,
     Dreaming on nought but idle poetry,
     That fruitless and unprofitable art,
     Good unto none, but least to the professors;
     Which then I thought the mistress of all knowledge:
     But since, time and the truth have waked my judgment.
     And reason taught me better to distinguish T
     he vain from the useful learnings.
                                          Enter Master STEPHEN.
  Cousin Stephen, What news with you, that you are here so early?

  Step. Nothing, but e'en come to see how you do, unclo.

  Know. That's kindly done; you are welcome, coz.

  Step.
     Ay, I know that, sir; I would not have come else.
     How does my cousin Edward, uncle?

  Know.
     O, well, coz; go in and see; I doubt he be scarce stirring yet.

  Step. Uncle, afore I go in, can you tell me, an he have e'er a book
  of the science of hawking and hunting; I would fain borrow it.

  Know. Why, I hope you will not a hawking now, will you?

  Step. No, wusse; but I'll practise against next year, uncle. I have
  bought me a hawk, and a hood, and bells and all; I lack nothing
  but a book to keep it by.

  Know. Oh, most ridiculous!

  Step. Nay, look you now, you are angry, uncle:--Why, you know an a
  man have not skill in the hawking and hunting languages now-a-days,
  I'll not give a rush for him: they are more studied than the Greek,
  or the Latin. He is for no gallant's company without them; and by
  gadslid I scorn it, I, so I do, to be a consort for every humdrum:
  hang them, scroyles! there's nothing in them i' the world. What do
  you talk on it? Because I dwell at Hogsden, I shall keep company
  with none but the archers of Finsbury, or the citizens that come a
  ducking to Islington ponds! A fine jest, i' faith! 'Slid, a
  gentleman mun shew himself like a gentleman. Uncle, I pray you be
  not angry; I know what I have to do, I trow. I am no novice.


  Know.
     You are a prodigal, absurd coxcomb, go to!
     Nay, never look at me, 'tis I that speak;
     Take't as you will, sir, I'll not flatter you.
     Have you not yet found means enow to waste
     That which your friends have left you, but you must
     Go cast away your money on a buzzard,
     And know not how to keep it, when you have done?
     O, it is comely! this will make you a gentleman!
     Well, cousin, well, I see you are e'en past hope
     Of all reclaim:---ay, so; now you are told on't,
     You look another way.

  Step. What would you ha' me do?

  Know.
     What would I have you do? I'll tell you, kinsman;
     Learn to be wise, and practise how to thrive;
     That would I have you do: and not to spend
     Your coin on every bauble that you fancy,
     Or every foolish brain that humours you.
     I would not have you to invade each place,
     Nor thrust yourself on all societies,
     Till men's affections, or your own desert,
     Should worthily invite you to your rank.
     He that is so respectless in his courses,
     Oft sells his reputation at cheap market.
     Nor would I, you should melt away yourself
     In flashing bravery, lest, while you affect
     To make a blaze of gentry to the world,
     A little puff of scorn extinguish it;
     And you be left like an unsavoury snuff,
     Whose property is only to offend.
     I'd have you sober, and contain yourself,
     Not that your sail be bigger than your boat;
     But moderate your expenses now, at first,
     As you may keep the same proportion still:
     Nor stand so much on your gentility,
     Which is an airy and mere borrow'd thing,
     From dead men's dust and bones; and none of yours,
     Except you make, or hold it.
                                                Enter a Servant.
     Who comes here?

  Serv. Save you, gentlemen!

  Step. Nay, we do not stand much on our gentility, friend; yet you
  are welcome: and I assure you mine uncle here is a man of a
  thousand a year, Middlesex land. He has but one son in all the
  world, I am his next heir, at the common law, master Stephen, as
  simple as I stand here, if my cousin die, as there's hope he will:
  I have a pretty living O' mine own too, beside, hard by here.

  Serv. In good time, sir.

  Step. In good time, sir! why, and in very good time, sir! You  do
  not flout, friend, do you?

  Servo Not I, sir.

  Step. Not you, sir! you were best not, sir; an you should; here be
  them can perceive it, and that quickly too; go to: and they can
  give it again soundly too, an need be.

  Servo Why, sir, let this satisfy you; good faith, I had no such
  intent.

  Step. Sir, an I thought you had, I would talk with you, and that
  presently.

  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. Whoreson, 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 pass 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 appetite. 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
  viaticum.                                   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 assure 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 nobody
  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?

  Step. O, I have such a mind to beat him--where is he, canst thou
  tell?

  Brai. Faith, he is not of that mind: he is gone, master Stephen.

  Step. Gone! which way? when went he? how long since?

  Brai. He is rid hence; he took horse at the street-door.

  Step. And I staid in the fields! Whoreson scanderbag rogue! O that
  I had but a horse to fetch him back again!

  Brai. Why, you may have my master's gelding, to save your longing,
  sir.

  Step. But I have no boots, that's the spite on't.

  Brai. Why, a fine wisp of hay, roll'd hard, master Stephen.

  Step. No, faith, it's no boot to follow him now: let him e'en go
  and hang. Prithee, help to truss me a little: he does so vex me--

  Brai. You'll be worse vexed when you are trussed, master Stephen.
  Best keep unbraced, and walk yourself till you be cold; your choler
  may founder you else.

  Step. By my faith, and so I will, now thou tell'st me on't: how
  dost thou like my leg, Brainworm?

  Brai. A very good leg, master Stephen; but the woollen stocking
  does not commend it so well.

  Step. Foh! the stockings be good enough, now summer is coming on,
  for the dust: I'll have a pair of silk against winter, that I go to
  dwell in the town. I think my leg would shew in a silk hose--

  Brai. Believe me, master Stephen, rarely well.

  Step. In sadness, I think it would: I have a reasonable good leg.

  Brai. You have an excellent good leg, master Stephen; but I can not
  stay to praise it longer now, and I am very sorry for it.
                                                            [Exit.
  Step. Another time will serve, Brainworm. Gramercy for this.

  E. Know. Ha, ha, ha.

  Step. 'Slid, I hope he laughs not at me; an he do--

  E. Know. Here was a letter indeed, to be intercepted by a man's
  father, and do him good with him! He cannot but think most
  virtuously, both of me, and the sender, sure, that make the careful
  costermonger of him in our familiar epistles. Well, if he read this
  with patience I'll be gelt, and troll ballads for master John
  Trundle yonder, the rest of my mortality. It is true, and likely,
  my father may have as much patience as another man, for he takes
  much physic; and oft taking physic makes a man very patient. But
  would your packet, master Wellbred, had arrived at him in such a
  minute of his patience! then we had known the end of it, which now
  is doubtful, and threatens--[Sees Master Stephen.] What, my wise
  cousin! nay, then I'll furnish our feast with one gull more toward
  the mess. He writes to me of a brace, and here's one, that's three:
  oh, for a fourth, Fortune, if ever thou' It use thine eyes, I
  entreat thee--

  Step. Oh, now I see who he laughed at: he laughed at somebody in
  that letter. By this good light, an he had laughed at me--

  E. Know. How now, cousin Stephen, melancholy?

  Step. Yes, a little: I thought you had laughed at me, cousin.

  E. Know. Why, what an I had, coz? what would you have done?

  Step. By this light, I would have told mine uncle.

  E. Know. Nay, if you would have told your uncle, I did laugh at
  you, coz.

  Step. Did you, indeed?

  E. Know. Yes, indeed.

  Step. Why then

  E. Know. What then?

  Step. I am satisfied; it is sufficient.

  E. Know. Why, be so, gentle coz: and, I pray you, let me entreat a
  courtesy of you. I am sent for this morning by a friend in the Old
  Jewry, to come to him; it is but crossing over the fields to
  Moorgate: Will you bear me company? I protest it is not to draw you
  into bond or any plot against the state, coz.

  Step. Sir, that's all one an it were; you shall command me twice so
  far as Moorgate, to do you good in such a matter. Do you think I
  would leave you? I protest--

  E. Know. No, no, you shall not protest, coz.

  Step. By my fackings, but I will, by your leave:--I'll protest more
  to my friend, than I'll speak of at this time.

  E. Know. You speak very well, coz.

  Step. Nay, not so neither, you shall pardon me: but I speak to
  serve my turn.

  E. Know. Your turn, coz! do you know what you say? A gentleman
  of your sorts, parts, carriage, and estimation, to talk of your
  turn in this company, and to me alone, like a tankard-bearer
  at a conduit! fie! A wight that, hitherto, his every step
  hath left the stamp of a great foot behind him, as every word
  the savour of a strong spirit, and he! this man! so graced, gilded,
  or, to use a more fit metaphor, so tenfold by nature, as not ten
  housewives' pewter, again a good time, shews more bright to the
  world than he! and he! (as I said last, so I say again, and still
  shall say it) this man! to conceal such real ornaments as these,
  and shadow their glory, as a milliner's wife does her wrought
  stomacher, with a smoaky lawn, or a black cyprus! O, coz! it cannot
  be answered; go not about it: Drake's old ship at Deptford may
  sooner circle the world again. Come, wrong not the quality of your
  desert, with looking downward, coz; but hold up your head, so: and
  let the idea of what you are be portrayed in your face, that men
  may read in your physnomy, here within this place is to be seen the
  true, rare, and accomplished monster, or miracle of nature, which
  is all one. What think you of this, coz?

  Step. Why, I do think of it: and I will be more proud, and
  melancholy, and gentlemanlike, than I have been, I'll insure you.

  E. Know. Why, that's resolute, master Stephen!--Now, if I can but
  hold him up to his height, as it is happily begun, it will do well
  for a suburb humour: we may hap have a match with the city, and
  play him for forty pound.--Come, coz.

  Step. I'll follow you.

  E. Know. Follow me! you must go before.

  Step. Nay, an I must, I will. Pray you shew me, good cousin.
                                                         [Exeunt.


                   SCENE III.-The Lane before Cob's House.
                          Enter Master MATHEW:


  Mat. I think this be the house: what ho!
                                                        Enter COB.
  Cob. Who's there? O, master Mathew! give your worship good morrow.

  Mat. What, Cob! how dost thou, good Cob? dost thou inhabit here,
  Cob?

  Cob. Ay, sir, I and my lineage have kept a poor house here, in Our
  days.

  Mat. Thy lineage, monsieur Cob! what lineage, what lineage?

  Cob. Why, sir, an ancient lineage, and a princely. Mine ance'try
  came from a king's belly, no worse man; and yet no man either, by
  your worship's leave, I did lie in that, but herring, the king of
  fish (from his belly I proceed), one of the monarchs of the world,
  I assure you. The first red herring that was broiled in Adam and
  Eve's kitchen, do I fetch my pedigree from, by the harrot's book.
  His cob was my great, great, mighty great grandfather.

  Mat. Why mighty, why mighty, I pray thee?

  Cob. O, it was a mighty while ago, sir, and a mighty great cob.

  Mat. How know'st thou that?

  Cob. How know I! why, I smell his ghost ever and anon.

  Mat. Smell a ghost! O unsavoury jest! and the ghost of a herring
  cob?

  Cob. Ay, sir: With favour of your worship's nose, master Mathew,
  why not the ghost of a herring cob, as well as the ghost of Rasher
  Bacon?

  Mat. Roger Bacon, thou would'st say.

  Cob. I say Rasher Bacon. They were both broiled on the coals; and a
  man may smell broiled meat, I hope! you are a scholar, upsolve me
  that now.

  Mat. O raw ignorance!--Cob, canst thou shew me of a gentleman, one
  captain Bobadill, where his lodging is?

  Cob. O, my guest, sir, you mean.

  Mat. Thy guest! alas, ha, ha, ha!

  Cob. Why do you laugh, sir? do you not mean captain Bobadill?

  Mat. Cob, pray thee advise thyself well; do not wrong the
  gentleman, and thyself too. I dare be sworn, he scorns thy house;
  he! he lodge in such a base obscure place as thy house! Tut, I know
  his disposition so well, he would not lie in thy bed if thou'dst
  give it him.

  Cob. I will not give it him though, sir. Mass, I thought somewhat
  was in it, we could not get him to bed all night: Well, sir, though
  he lie not on my bed, he lies on my bench: an't please you to go
  up, sir, you shall find him with two cushions under his head, and
  his cloak wrapped about him, as though he had neither won nor lost,
  and yet, I warrant, he ne'er cast better in his life, than he has
  done to-night.

  Mat. Why, was he drunk?

  Cob. Drunk, sir! you hear not me say so: perhaps he swallowed a
  tavern-token, or some such device, sir, I have nothing to do
  withal. I deal with water and not with wine--Give me my tankard
  there, ho!--God be wi' you, sir. It's six o'clock: I should have
  carried two turns by this. What ho! my stopple! come.
                                   Enter Tib with a water-tankard.
  Mat. Lie in a water-bearer's house! a gentleman of his havings!
  Well, I'll tell him my mind.

  Cob. What, Tib; shew this gentleman up to the captain.[Exit Tib
  with Master Mathew.] Oh, an my house were the Brazen-head now!
  faith it would e'en speak Moe fools yet. You should have some now
  would take this master Mathew to be a gentleman, at the least. His
  father's an honest man, a worshipful fishmonger, and so forth; and
  now does he creep and wriggle into acquaintance with all the brave
  gallants about the town, such as my guest is (O, my guest is a fine
  man!), and they flout him invincibly. He useth every day to a
  merchant's house where I serve water, one master Kitely's, in the
  Old Jewry; and here's the jest, he is in love with
  my master's sister, Mrs. Bridget, and calls her mistress; and there
  he will sit you a whole afternoon sometimes, reading of these same
  abominable, vile (a pox on 'em! I cannot abide them), rascally
  verses, poetrie, poetrie, and speaking of interludes; 'twill make a
  man burst to hear him. And the wenches, they do so jeer, and ti-he
  at him--Well, should they do so much to me, I'd forswear them all,
  by the foot of Pharaoh! There's an oath! How many water-bearers
  shall you hear swear such an oath? O, I have a guest--he teaches
  me-he does swear the legiblest of any man christened: By St.
  George! the foot of Pharaoh! the body of me! as I am a gentleman
  and a soldier! such dainty oaths! and withal he does take this same
  filthy roguish tobacco, the finest and cleanliest! it would do a
  man good to see the fumes come forth at's tonnels.--Well, he owes
  me forty shillings, my wife lent him out of her purse, by sixpence
  at a time, besides his lodging: I would I had it! I shall have it,
  he says, the next action. Helterskelter, hang sorrow, care'll kill
  a cat, up-tails all, and a louse for the hangman.
                                                        [Exit.


                         SCENE IV.-A Room in COB'S House.
                        BOBADILL discoved lying on a bench.

  Bob. Hostess, hostess!
                                                    Enter TIB.
  Tib. What say you, sir?

  Bob. A cup of thy small beer, sweet hostess.

  Tib. Sir, there's a gentleman below would speak with you.

  Bob. A gentleman! 'odso, I am not within.

  Tib. My husband told him you were, sir.

  Bob. What a plague-what meant he?

  Mat. [below.] Captain Bobadill!

  Bob. Who's there!-Take away the bason, good hostess;--Come up, sir.

  Tib. He would desire you to come up, cleanly house, here!
                                                    Enter MATHEW.
  Mat. Save you, sir; save you, captain!

  Bob. Gentle master Mathew! Is it you, sir? down.

  Mat. Thank you, good captain; you may see I am somewhat audacious.

  Bob. Not so, sir. I was requested to supper last night by a sort of
  gallants, where you were wished for, and drunk to, I assure you.

  Mat. Vouchsafe me, by whom, good captain?

  Bob. Marry, by young Wellbred, and others.--Why, hostess, stool
  here for this gentleman.

  Mat. No haste, sir, 'tis very well.

  Bob. Body O' me! it was so late ere we parted last night, I can
  scarce open my eyes yet; I was but new risen, as you came; how
  passes the day abroad, sir? you can tell.

  Mat. Faith, some half hour to seven; Now, trust me, you have an
  exceeding fine lodging here, very neat, and private.

  Bob. Ay, sir: sit down, I pray you. Master Mathew, in any case
  possess no gentlemen of our acquaintance with notice of my lodging.

  Mat. Who? I, sir; no.

  Bob. Not that I need to care who know it, for the cabin is
  convenient; but in regard I would not be too popular, and generally
  visited, as some are.

  Mat. True, captain, I conceive you.

  Bob. For, do you see, sir, by the heart of valour in me, except it
  be to some peculiar and choice spirits, to whom I am
  extraordinarily engaged, as yourself, or so, I could not extend
  thus far.

  Mat. O Lord, sir! I resolve so.

  Bob. I confess I love a cleanly and quiet privacy, above all the
  tumult and roar of fortune. What new book have you there? What! Go
  by, Hieronymo?

  Mat. Ay: did you ever see it acted? Is't not well penned?
            [While Master Mathew reads, Bobadill makes himself ready.

  Bob. Well penned! I would fain see all the poets of these times pen
  such another play as that was: they'll prate and swagger, and keep
  a stir of art and devices, when, as I am a gentleman, read 'em,
  they are the most shallow, pitiful, barren fellows, that live upon
  the: face of the earth again.

  Mat. Indeed here are a number of fine speeches in this book. O
  eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears! there's a conceit!
  fountains fraught with tears! O life, no life, but lively form of
  death! another. O world, no world, but mass of public wrongs! a
  third. Confused and fill'd with murder and misdeeds! a fourth. O,
  the muses! Is't not excellent? Is't not simply the best that ever
  you heard, captain? Ha! how do you like it?

  Bob. 'Tis good.

  Mat.
        To thee, the purest object to my sense,
           The most refined essence heaven covers,
        Send I these lines, wherein I do commence
           The happy state of turtle-billing lovers.
        If they prove rough, unpolish'd, harsh, and rude,
           Haste made the waste: thus mildly I conclude.

  Bob. Nay, proceed, proceed. Where's this?

  Mat. This, sir! a toy of mine own, in my non-age; the infancy of my
  muses. But when will you come and see my study? good faith, I can
  shew you some very good things I have done of late.--That boot
  becomes your leg passing well, captain, methinks.

  Bob. So, so; it's the fashion gentlemen now use.

  Mat. Troth, captain, and now you speak of the fashion, master
  Wellbred's elder brother and I are fallen out exceedingly: This
  other day, I happened to enter into some discourse of a hanger,
  which, I assure you, both for fashion and workmanship, was most
  peremptory beautiful and gentlemanlike: yet he condemned, and cried
  it down for the most pied and ridiculous that ever he saw.

  Bob. Squire Downright, the half brother, was't not?

  Mat. Ay, sir, he.

  Bob. Hang him, rook! he! why he-has no more judgment than a malt
  horse: By St. George, I wonder you'd lose a thought upon such an
  animal; the most peremptory absurd clown of Christendom, this day,
  he is holden. I protest to you, as I am a gentleman and a soldier,
  I ne'er changed with his like. By his discourse, he should eat
  nothing but hay; he was born for the manger, pannier, or
  pack-saddle. He has not so much as a good phrase in his belly, but
  all old iron and rusty proverbs: a good commodity for some smith to
  make hob-nails of.

  Mat. Ay, and he thinks to carry it away with his manhood still,
  where he comes: he brags he will give me the bastinado, as I hear.

  Bob. How! he the bastinado! how came he by that word, trow?

  Mat. Nay, indeed, he said cudgel me; I termed it so, for my more
  grace.

  Bob. That may be: for I was sure it was none of his word; but when,
  when said he so?

  Mat. Faith, yesterday, they say; a young gallant, a friend of mine,
  told me so.

  Bob. By the foot of Pharaoh, an 'twere my case now, I should send
  him a chartel presently. The bastinado! a most proper and
  sufficient dependence, warranted by the great Caranza. Come hither,
  you shall chartel him; I'll shew you a trick or two you shall kill
  him with at pleasure; the first stoccata, if you will, by this air.

  Mat. Indeed, you have absolute knowledge in the mystery, I have
  heard, sir.

  Bob. Of whom, of whom, have you heard it, I beseech you?

  Mat. Troth, I have heard it spoken of divers, that you have very
  rare, and un-in-one-breath-utterable skill, sir.

  Bob. By heaven, no, not I; no skill in the earth; some small
  rudiments in the science, as to know my time, distance, or so. I
  have professed it more for noblemen and gentlemen's use, than mine
  own practice, I assure you.--Hostess, accommodate us with another
  bed-staff here quickly. Lend us another bed-staff--the woman does
  not understand the words of action.--Look you, sir: exalt not your
  point above this state, at any hand, and let your poniard maintain
  your defence, thus:--give it the gentleman, and leave us. [Exit Tib.]
  So, sir. Come on: O, twine your body more about, that you may
  fall to a more sweet, comely, gentlemanlike guard; so! indifferent:
  hollow your body more, sir, thus: now, stand fast O' your left leg,
  note your distance, keep your due proportion of time--oh, you
  disorder your point most i rregularly.

  Mat. How is the bearing of it now, sir?

  Bob. O, out of measure ill: a well-experienced hand would pass upon
  you at pleasure.

  Mat. How mean you, sir, pass upon me?

  Bob. Why, thus, sir,--make a thrust at me--[Master Mathew pushes at
  Bobadill] come in upon the answer, control your point, and make a
  full career at the body: The best-practised gallants of the time
  name it the passado; a most desperate thrust, believe it.

  Mat. Well, come, sir.

  Bob. Why, you do not manage your weapon with any facility or grace
  to invite me. I have no spirit to play with you; your dearth of
  judgment renders you tedious.

  Mat. But one venue, sir.

  Bob. Venue! fie; the most gross denomination as ever I heard: O,
  the stoccata, while you live, sir; note that.--Come, put on your
  cloke, and we'll go to some private place where you are acquainted;
  some tavern, or so--and have a bit. I'll send for one of these
  fencers, and he shall breathe you, by my direction; and then I will
  teach you your trick: you shall kill him with it at the first, if
  you please. Why, I will learn you, by the true judgment of the eye,
  hand, and foot, to control any enemy's point in the world. Should
  your adversary confront you with a pistol, 'twere nothing, by this
  hand! you should, by the same rule, control his bullet, in a line,
  except it were hail shot, and spread. What money have you about
  you, master Mathew?

  Mat. Faith, I have not past a two shilling or so.

  Bob. 'Tis somewhat with the least; but come; we will have a bunch
  of radish and salt to taste our wine, and a pipe of tobacco to
  close the orifice of the stomach: and then we'll call upon young
  Wellbred: perhaps we shall meet the Corydon his brother there, and
  put him to the question.





ACT II


          SCENE I.-The Old Jewry. A Hall in KITELY'S House.
               Enter KITELY, CASH, and DOWNRIGHT.

  Kit.
     Thomas, come hither.
     There lies a note within upon my desk;
     Here take my key: it is no matter neither.---
     Where is the boy?

  Cash. Within, sir, in the warehouse.

  Kit.
     Let him tell over straight that Spanish gold,
     And weigh it, with the pieces of eight. Do you
     See the delivery of those silver stuffs
     To Master Lucar: tell him, if he will,
     He shall have the grograns, at the rate I told him,
     And I. will meet him on the Exchange anon.

  Cash. Good, sir.                                        [Exit.

  Kit. Do you see that fellow, brother Downright?

  Dow. Ay, what of him?

  Kit.                  He is a jewel, brother.
     I took him of a child up at my door,
     And christen'd him, gave him mine own name, Thomas:
     Since bred him at the Hospital; where proving
     A toward imp, I call'd him home, and taught him
     So much, as I have made him my cashier,
     And giv'n him, who had none, a surname, Cash:
     And find him in his place so full of faith,
     That I durst trust my life into his hands.

  Dow.
     So would not I in any bastard's, brother,
     As it is like he is, although I knew
     Myself his father. But you said you had somewhat
     To tell me, gentle brother: what is't, what is't?

  Kit.
     Faith, I am very loath to utter it,
     As fearing it may hurt your patience:
     But that I know your judgment is of strength,
     Against the nearness of affection---

  Dow.
     What need this circumstance? pray you, be direct.

  Kit.
     I will not say how much I do ascribe
     Unto your friendship, nor in what regard
     I hold your love; but let my past behaviour,
     And usage of your sister, [both] confirm
     How well I have been affected to your---

  Dow.
     You are too tedious; come to the matter, the matter.

  Kit.
     Then, without further ceremony, thus.
     My brother Wellbred, sir, I know not how,
     Of late is much declined in what he was,
     And greatly alter'd in his disposition.
     When he came first to lodge here in my house,
     Ne'er trust me if I were not proud of him:
     Methought he bare himself in such a fashion,
     So full of man, and sweetness in his carriage,
     And what was chief, it shew'd not borrow'd in him,
     But all he did became him as his own,
     And seem'd as perfect, proper, and possest,
     As breath with life, or colour with the blood.
     But now, his course is so irregular,
     So loose, affected, and deprived of grace,
     And he himself withal so far fallen off
     From that first place, as scarce no note remains,
     To tell men's judgments where he lately stood.
     He's grown a stranger to all due respect,
     Forgetful of his friends; and not content
     To stale himself in all societies,
     He makes my house here common as a mart,
     A theatre, a public receptacle
     For giddy humour, and deceased riot;
     And here, as in a tavern or a stews,
     He and his wild associates spend their hours,
     In repetition of lascivious jests,
     Swear, leap, drink, dance, and revel night by night,
     Control my servants; and, indeed, what not?

  Dow. 'Sdeins, I know not what I should say to him, in the whole
  world! He values me at a crack'd three-farthings, for aught I  see.
  It will never out of the flesh that's bred in the bone.  I have
  told him enough, one would think, if that would serve;  but counsel
  to him is as good as a shoulder of mutton to a  sick horse. Well!
  he knows what to trust to, for George: let  him spend, and spend,
  and domineer, till his heart ake; an he  think to be relieved by
  me, when he is got into one O' your  city pounds, the counters, he
  has the wrong sow by the ear,  i'faith; and claps his dish at the
  wrong man's door: I'll  lay my hand on my halfpenny, ere I part
  with it to fetch  him out, I'll assure him.'

  Kit. Nay, good brother, let it not trouble you thus.

  Dow. 'Sdeath!  he mads me; I could eat my very spur leathers  for
  anger! But, why are you so tame? why do you not speak to  him, and
  tell him how he disquiets your house?

  Kit.
     O, there are divers reasons to dissuade me.
     But, would yourself vouchsafe to travail in it
     (Though but with plain and easy circumstance),
     It would both come much better to his sense,
     And savour less of stomach, or of passion.
     You are his elder brother, and that title
     Both gives and warrants your authority,
     Which, by your presence seconded, must breed
     A kind of duty in him, and regard:
     Whereas, if I should intimate the least,
     It would but add contempt to his neglect,
     Heap worse on ill, make up a pile of hatred,
     That in the rearing would come tottering down,
     And in the ruin bury all our love.
     Nay, more than this, brother; if I should speak,
     He would be ready, from his heat of humour,
     And overflowing of the vapour in him,
     To blow the ears of his familiars
     With the false breath of telling what disgraces,
     And low disparagement's, I had put upon him.
     Whilst they, sir, to relieve him in the fable,
     Make their loose comments upon every word,
     Gesture, or look, I use; mock me all over,
     From my flat cap unto my shining shoes;
     And, out of their impetuous rioting phant'sies,
     Beget some slander that shall dwell with me.
     And what would that be, think you? marry, this:
     They would give out, because my wife is fair,
     Myself but lately married; and my sister '.
     Here sojourning a virgin in my house,
     That I were jealous I---nay, as sure as death,
     That they would say: and, how that I had quarrell'd,
     My brother purposely, thereby to find
     An apt pretext to banish them my house.

  Dow. Mass, perhaps so; they're like enough to do it.

  Kit.
     Brother, they would, believe it; so should I,
     Like one of these penurious quack-salvers,
     But set the bills up to mine own disgrace,
     And try experiments upon myself;
     Lend scorn and envy opportunity
     To stab my reputation and good name--
                       Enter Master MATHEW struggling with BOBADILL.

  Mat. I will speak to him.

  Bob. Speak to him! away! By the foot of Pharaoh, you shall not! you
  shall not do him that grace.--The time of day to you, gentleman O'
  the house. Is master Wellbred stirring?

  Dow. How then? what should he do?

  Bob. Gentleman of the house, it is to you: is he within, sir?

  Kit. He came not to his lodging to-night, sir, I assure you.

  Dow. Why, do you hear? you!

  Bob.
     The gentleman citizen hath satisfied me;
     I'll talk to no scavenger.                [Exeunt Bob. and Mat.

   Dow. How! scavenger! stay, sir, stay!

  Kit. Nay, brother Downright.

  Dow. 'Heart! stand you away, an you love me.

  Kit. You shall not follow him now, I pray you, brother, good faith
  you shall not; I will overrule you.

  Dow. Ha! scavenger! well, go to, I say little: but, by this good
  day (God forgive me I should swear), if I put it up so, say I am
  the rankest cow that ever pist. 'Sdeins, an I swallow this, I'll
  ne'er draw my sword in the sight of Fleet-street again while I
  live; I'll sit in a barn with madge-howlet, and catch mice first.
  Scavenger! heart!--and I'll go near to fill that huge tumbrel-slop
  of yours with somewhat, an I have good luck: your Garagantua breech
  cannot carry it away so.

  Kit. Oh, do not fret yourself thus: never think on't.

  Dow. These are my brother's consorts, these! these are his
  camerades, his walking mates! he's a gallant, cavaliero too,
  right hangman cut! Let me not live, an I could not find in my heart
  to swinge the whole gang of 'em, one after another, and begin with
  him first. I am grieved it should be said he is my brother, and
  take these courses: Well, as he brews, so shall he drink, for
  George, again. Yet he shall hear on't, and that tightly too, an I
  live, i'faith.

  Kit.
     But, brother, let your reprehension, then,
     Run in an easy current, not o'er high
     Carried with rashness, or devouring choler;
     But rather use the soft persuading way,
     Whose powers will work more gently, and compose
     The imperfect thoughts you labour to reclaim;
     More winning, than enforcing the consent.

  Dow. Ay, ay, let me alone for that, I warrant you.

  Kit.
    How now!  [Bell rings.] Oh, the bell rings to breakfast.
    Brother, I pray you go in, and bear my wife company till I come;
    I'll but give order for some despatch of business to my servants.
                          [Exit Downright. Enter COB, with his tankard.

  Kit.
     What, Cob! our maids will have you by the back, i'faith, for
     coming so late this morning.

  Cob.
     Perhaps so, sir; take heed somebody have not them by the belly,
     for walking so late in the evening.                 [Exit.

  Kit.
     Well; yet my troubled spirit's somewhat eased,
     Though not reposed in that security
     As I could wish: but I must be content,
     Howe'er I set a face on't to the world.
     Would I had lost this finger at a venture,
     So Wellbred had ne'er lodged within my house.
     Why't cannot be, where there is such resort
     Of wanton gallants, and young revellers,
     That any woman should be honest long.
     Is't like, that factious beauty will preserve
     The public weal of chastity unshaken,
     When such strong motives muster, and make head
     Against her single peace? No, no: beware.
     When mutual appetite doth meet to treat,
     And spirits of one kind and quality
     Come once to parley in the pride of blood,
     It is no slow conspiracy that follows.
     Well, to be plain, if I but thought the time
     Had answer'd their affections, all the world
     Should not persuade me but I were a cuckold.
     Marry, I hope they have not got that start;
     For opportunity hath balk'd them yet,
     And shall do still, while I have eyes and ears
     To attend the impositions of my heart.
     My presence shall be as an iron bar,
     'Twixt the conspiring motions of desire:
     Yea, every look or glance mine eye ejects
     Shall check occasion, as one doth his slave,
     When he forgets the limits of prescription.
                                   Enter Dame KITELY and BRIDGET.

  Dame K. Sister Bridget, pray you fetch down the rose-water,
     above in the closet.---
                                                   [Exit Bridget.
                      Sweet-heart, will you come in to breakfast?

  Kit. An she have overheard me now!---

  Dame K. I pray thee, good muss, we stay for you.

  Kit. By heaven, I would not for a thousand angels.

  Dame K. What ail you, sweet-heart? are you not well? speak, good
  muss.

  Kit. Troth my head akes extremely on a sudden.

  Dame K. [putting her hand to his forehead.] O, the Lord!

  Kit. How now! What?

  Dame K. Alas, how it burns! Muss, keep you warm; good truth it is
  this new disease. There's a number are troubled withal. For love's
  sake, sweetheart, come in, out of the air.

  Kit.
     How simple, and how subtle are her answers!
     A new disease, and many troubled with it?
     Why true; she heard me, all the world to nothing.

  Dame K. I pray thee, good sweet-heart, come in; the air will do you
  harm, in troth.

  Kit. The air! she has me in the wind.--Sweet-heart, I'll come to
  you presently; 'twill away, I hope.

  Dame K. Pray Heaven it do.            [Exit.

  Kit.
     A new disease! I. know not, new or old,
     But it may well be call'd poor mortals' plague;
     For, like a pestilence, it doth infect
     The houses of the brain. First it begins
     Solely to work upon the phantasy,
     Filling her seat with such pestiferous air,
     As soon corrupts the judgment; and from thence,
     Sends like contagion to the memory:
     Still each to other giving the infection.
     Which as a subtle vapour spreads itself
     Confusedly through every sensive part,
     Till not a thought or motion in the mind
     Be free from the black poison of suspect.
     Ah! but what misery is it to know this?
     Or, knowing it, to want the mind's erection
     In such extremes? Well, I will once more strive,
     In spite of this black cloud, myself to be,
     And shake the fever off that thus shakes me.         [Exit.



                   SCENE II.---Moorfields.
      Enter BRAINWORM disguised like a maimed Soldier.

  Brai. 'Slid, I cannot choose but laugh to see myself translated
  thus, from a poor creature to a creator; for now must I create an
  intolerable sort of lies, or my present profession loses the grace:
  and yet the lie, to a man of my coat, is as ominous a fruit as the
  fico. O, sir, it holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly
  in vilest estimation, that inwardly is most dear to us: so much for
  my borrowed shape. Well, the troth is, my old master intends to
  follow my young master, dry-foot, over Moorfields to London, this
  morning; now, I knowing of this hunting-match, or rather conspiracy,
  and to insinuate with my young master (for so must we that are blue
  waiters, and men of hope and service do, or perhaps we may wear
  motley at the year's end, and who wears motley, you know), have got
  me afore in this disguise, determining here to lie in ambuscado,
  and intercept him in the mid-way. If I can but get his cloke, his
  purse, and his hat, nay, any thing to cut him off, that is, to stay
  his journey, Veni, vidi, vici, I may say with captain Caesar, I am
  made for ever, i'faith. Well, now I must practise to get the true
  garb of one of these lance-knights, my arm here, and my--Odso! my
  young master, and his cousin, master Stephen, as I am true
  counterfeit man of war, and no soldier!

                   Enter E. KNOWELL and STEPHEN.

  E. Know. So, sir! and how then, coz?

  Step. 'Sfoot! I have lost my purse, I think.

  E. Know. How! lost your purse? where? when had you it?

  Step. I cannot tell; stay.

  Brai. 'Slid, I am afraid they will know me: would I could get by
  them!

  E. Know. What, have you it?

  Step. No; I think I was bewitched, I--       [Cries.

  E. Know. Nay, do not weep the loss: hang it, let it go.

  Step. Oh, it's here: No, an it had been lost, I had not cared, but
  for a jet ring mistress Mary sent me.

  E. Know. A jet ring! O the poesie, the poesie?

  Step. Fine, i'faith.

                 Though Fancy sleep,
                 My love is deep.

  Meaning, that though I did not fancy her, yet she loved me dearly.

  E. Know. Most excellent!

  Step. And then I sent her another, and my poesie was,

                The deeper the sweeter,
                I'll be judg'd by St. Peter.

  E. Know. How, by St. Peter? I do not conceive that.

  Step. Marry, St. Peter, to make up the metre.

  E. Know. Well, there the saint was your good patron, he help'd you
  at your need; thank him, thank him.

  Brai. I cannot take leave on 'em so; I will venture, come what
  will. [Comes forward.] Gentlemen, please you change a few crowns
  for a very excellent blade here? I am a poor gentleman, a soldier,
  one that, in the better state of my fortunes, scorned so mean a
  refuge; but now it is the humour of necessity to have it so. You
  seem to be gentlemen well affected to martial men, else I should
  rather die with silence, than live with shame: however, vouchsafe
  to remember it is my want speaks, not myself; this condition agrees
  not with my spirit--

  E. Know. Where hast thou served?

  Brai. May it please you, sir, in all the late wars of Bohemia,
  Hungary, Dalmatia, Poland, where not, sir? I have been a poor
  servitor by sea and land any time this fourteen years, and followed
  the fortunes of the best commanders in Christendom. I was twice,
  shot at the taking of Aleppo, once at the relief of Vienna; I have
  been at Marseilles, Naples, and the Adriatic gulf, a
  gentleman-slave in the gallies, thrice; where I was most
  dangerously shot in the head, through both the thighs; and yet,
  being thus maimed, I am void of maintenance, nothing left me but my
  scars, the noted marks of my resolution.

  Step. How will you sell this rapier, friend?

  Brai. Generous sir, I refer it to your own judgment; you are a
  gentleman, give me what you please.

  Step. True, I am a gentleman, I know that, friend; but what though!
  I pray you say, what would you ask?

  Brai. I assure you, the blade may become the side or thigh of the
  best prince in Europe.

  E. Know. Ay, with a velvet scabbard, I think.

  Step. Nay, an't be mine, it shall have a velvet scapbard, coz,
  that's flat; I'd not wear it, as it is, an you would give me an
  angel,

  Brai. At your worship's pleasure, sir; nay, 'tis a most pure
  Toledo.

  Step. I had rather it were a Spaniard. But tell me, what shall I
  give you for it? An it had a silver hilt

  E. Know. Come, come, you shall not buy it: hold, there's a
  shilling, fellow; take thy rapier.

  Step. Why, but I will buy it now, because you say so; and there's
  another shilling, fellow; I scorn to be out-bidden. What, shall I
  walk with a cudgel, like Higginbottom, and may have a rapier for
  money.

  E. Know. You may buy one in the city.

  Step. Tut! I'll buy this i' the field, so I will: I have a mind
  to't, because 'tis a field rapier. Tell me your lowest price.

  E. Know. You shall not buy it, I. say.

  Step. By this money, but I will, though I give more than 'tis
  worth.

  E. Know. Come away, you are a fool.

  Step. Friend, I am a fool, that's granted; but I'll have it, for
  that word's sake. Follow me for your money.

  Brai. At your service, sir.
                                                       [Exeunt.


               SCENE III.---Another Part of Moorfields.
                          Enter KNOWELL.

  Know.
     I cannot lose the thought yet of this letter,
     Sent to my son; nor leave t' admire the change
     Of manners, and the breeding of our youth
     Within the kingdom, since myself was one---
     When I was young, he lived not in the stews
     Durst have conceived a scorn, and utter'd it,
     On a gray head; age was authority
     Against a buffoon, and a man had then
     A certain reverence paid unto his years,
     That had none due unto his life: so much
     The sanctity of some prevail'd for others.
     But now we all are fallen; youth, from their fear,
     And age, from that which bred it, good example.
     Nay, would ourselves were not the first, even parents,
     That did destroy the hopes in our own children;
     Or they not learn'd our vices in their cradles,
     And suck'd in our ill customs with their milk;
     Ere all their teeth be born, or they can speak,
     We make their palates cunning; the first words
     We form their tongues with, are licentious jests:
     Can it call whore? cry bastard? O, then, kiss it!
     A witty child! can't swear? the father's darling!
     Give it two plums. Nay, rather than't shall learn
     No bawdy song, the mother herself will teach it!---
     But this is in the infancy, the days
     Of the long coat; when it puts on the breeches,
     It will put off all this: Ay, it is like,
     When it is gone into the bone already!
     No, no; this dye goes deeper than the coat,
     Or shirt, or skin; it stains into the liver,
     And heart, in some; and, rather than it should not,
     Note what we fathers do! look how we live!
     What mistresses we keep! at what expense,
     In our sons' eyes! where they may handle our gifts,
     Hear our lascivious courtships, see our dalliance,
     Taste of the same provoking meats with us,
     To ruin of our states! Nay, when our own
     Portion is fled, to prey on the remainder,
     We call them into fellowship of vice;
     Bait 'em with the young chamber-maid, to seal,
     And teach 'em all bad ways to buy affliction.
     This is one path: but there are millions more,
     In which we spoil our own, with leading them.
     Well, I thank heaven, I never yet was he
     That travell'd with my son, before sixteen,
     To shew him the Venetian courtezans;
     Nor read the grammar of cheating I had made,
     To my sharp boy, at twelve; repeating still
     The rule, Get money; still, get money, boy;
     No matter by what means; money will do
     More, boy, than my lord's letter. Neither have I
     Drest snails or mushrooms curiously before him,
     Perfumed my sauces, and taught him how to make them;
     Preceding still, with my gray gluttony,
     At all the ord'naries, and only fear'd
     His palate should degenerate, not his manners.
     These are the trade of fathers now; however,
     My son, I hope, hath met within my threshold
     None of these household precedents, which are strong,
     And swift, to rape youth to their precipice.
     But let the house at home be ne'er so clean
     Swept, or kept sweet from filth, nay dust and cobwebs,
     If he will live abroad with his companions,
     In dung and leystals, it is worth a fear;
     Nor is the danger of conversing less
     Than all that I have mention'd of example.
                            Enter BRAIN WORM, disguised as before.

  Brai. My master! nay, faith, have at you; I am flesh'd now, I have
  sped so well. [Aside.] Worshipful sir, I beseech you, respect the
  estate of a poor soldier; lam ashamed of this base course of
  life,--God's my comfort--but extremity provokes me to't: what
  remedy?

  Know. I have not for you, now.

  Brai. By the faith I bear unto truth, gentleman, it is no ordinary
  custom in me, but only to preserve manhood. I protest to you, a man
  I have been: a man I may be, by your sweet bounty.

  Know. Pray thee, good friend, be satisfied.

  Brai. Good sir, by that hand, you may do the part of a kind
  gentleman, in lending a poor soldier the price of two cans of beer,
  a matter of small value: the king of heaven shall pay you, and I
  shall rest thankful: Sweet worship--

  Know. Nay, an you be so importunate

  Brai. Oh, tender sir! need will have its course: I was not made to
  this vile use. Well, the edge of the enemy could not have abated me
  so much: it's hard when a man hath served in his prince's cause,
  and be thus. [Weeps.] Honourable worship, let me derive a small
  piece of silver from you, it shall not be given in the course of
  time. By this good ground, I was fain to pawn my rapier last night
  for a poor supper; I had suck'd the hilts long before, am a pagan
  else: Sweet honour--

  Know.
     Believe me, I am taken with some wonder,
     To think a fellow of thy outward presence,
     Should, in the frame and fashion of his mind,
     Be so degenerate, and sordid-base.
     Art thou a man? and sham'st thou not to beg,
     To practise such a servile kind of life?
     Why, were thy education ne'er so mean,
     Having thy limbs, a thousand fairer courses
     Offer themselves to thy election.
     Either the wars might still supply thy wants,
     Or service of some virtuous gentleman,
     Or honest labour; nay, what can I name,
     But would become thee better than to beg:
     But men of thy condition feed on sloth,
     As cloth the beetle on the dung she breeds in;
     Nor caring how the metal of your minds
     Is eaten with the rust of idleness.
     Now, afore me, whate'er he be, that should
     Relieve a person of thy quality,
     While thou insist'st in this loose desperate course,
     I  would esteem the sin not thine, but his.

  Brai. Faith, sir, I would gladly find some other course, if so---

  Know.
     Ay,
     You'd gladly find it, but you will not seek it.

  Brai. Alas, sir, where should a man seek? in the wars; there's no
  ascent by desert in these days; but--and for service, would it
  were as soon purchased, as wished for! the air's my comfort.---
  [Sighs.]---l know what I would say.

  Know. What's thy name?

  Brai.               Please you, Fitz-Sword, sir.

  Know.                                       Fitz-Sword!
     Say that a man should entertain thee now,
     Wouldst thou be honest, humble, just, and true?

  Brai. Sir, by the place and honour of a soldier---

  Know. Nay, nay, I like not these affected oaths; speak plainly,
  man, what think'st thou of my words?

  Brai. Nothing, sir, but wish my fortunes were as happy as my
  service should be honest.

  Know.
     Well, follow me; I'll prove thee, if thy deeds
     Will carry a proportion to thy words.                  [Exit.

  Brai. Yes, sir, straight; I'll but garter my hose. Oh that my belly
  were hoop'd now, for I am ready to burst with laughing! never was
  bottle or bagpipe fuller. 'Slid, was there ever seen a fox in years
  to betray himself thus! now shall I be possest of all his counsels;
  and, by that conduit, my young master. Well, he is resolved to
  prove my honesty; faith, and I'm resolved to prove his patience:
  Oh, I shall abuse him intolerably. This small piece of service will
  bring him clean out of love with the soldier for ever. He will
  never come within the sign of it, the sight of a cassock, or a
  musket-rest again. He will hate the musters at Mile-end for it, to
  his dying day. It's no matter, let the world think me a bad
  counterfeit, if I cannot give him the slip at an instant: why, this
  is better than to have staid his journey: well, I'll follow him.
  Oh, how I long to be employed!
                                                             [Exit.





ACT III

          SCENE I.-The Old Jewry. A Room in the Windmill Tavern.
               Enter Master MATHEW, WELLBRED, and BOBADILL.



  Mat. Yes, faith, sir, we were at your lodging to seek you too.

  Wel; Oh, I came not there to-night.

  Bob. Your brother delivered us as much.

  Wel. Who, my brother Downright?

  Bob. He. Mr. Wellbred, I know not in what kind you hold me; but let
  me say to you this: as sure as honour, I esteem it So much out of
  the sunshine of reputation, to throw the least beam of regard upon
  such a--

  Wel. Sir, I must hear no ill words of my brother.

  Bob. I protest to you, as I have a thing to be saved about me, I
  never saw any gentlemanlike part--

  Wel. Good captain, faces about to some other discourse.

  Bob. With your leave, sir, an there were no more men living upon
  th' face of the earth, I should not fancy him, by St. George!

  Mat. Troth, nor I; he is of a rustical cut, I know not how: he doth
  not carry himself like a gentleman of fashion.

  Wel. Oh, master Mathew, that's a grace peculiar but to a few, quos
  aequus amavit Jupiter.

  Mat. I understand you, sir.

  Wel. No question, you do,--or do you not, sir.
                               Enter E. KNOWELL and Master STEPHEN.
  Ned Knowell! by my soul, welcome: how dost thou, sweet spirit, my
  genius? 'Slid, I shall love Apollo and the mad Thespian girls the
  better, while I live, for this, my dear Fury; now, I see there's
  some love in thee. Sirrah, these be the two I writ to thee of: nay,
  what a drowsy humour is this now! why dost thou not speak?

  E. Know. Oh, you are a fine gallant; you sent me a rare letter.

  Wel. Why, was't not rare?

  E. Know. Yes, I'll be sworn, I was ne'er guilty of reading the
  like; match it in all Pliny, or Symmachus's epistles, and I'll have
  my judgment burn'd in the ear for a rogue: make much of thy vein,
  for it is inimitable. But I marle what camel it was, that had the
  carriage of it; for, doubtless, he was no ordinary beast that
  brought it.

  Wel. Why?

  E. Know. Why, say'st thou! why, dost thou think that any reasonable
  creature, especially in the morning, the sober time of the day too,
  could have mistaken my father for me?

  Wel. 'Slid, you jest, I hope.

  E. Know. Indeed, the best use we can turn it to, is to make a jest
  on't; now: but I'll assure you, my father had the full view of your
  flourishing style some hour before I saw it.

  Wel. What a dull slave was this! but, sirrah, what said he to it,
  i'faith?

  E. Know. Nay, I know not what he said; but I have a shrewd guess
  what he thought.

  Wel. What, what?

  E. Know. Marry, that thou art some strange, dissolute young fellow,
  and I--a grain or two better, for keeping thee company.

  Wel. Tut! that thought is like the moon in her last quarter, 'twill
  change shortly: but, sirrah, I pray thee be acquainted with my two
  hang-by's here; thou wilt take exceeding pleasure in them if thou
  hear'st 'em once go; my wind-instruments; I'll wind them up--But
  what strange piece of silence is this, the sign of the Dumb Man?

  E. Know. Oh, sir, a kinsman of mine, one that may make your music
  the fuller, an he please; he has his humour, sir.

  Wel. Oh, what is't, what is't?

  E. Know. Nay, I'll neither do your judgment nor his folly that
  wrong, as to prepare your apprehension: I'll leave him to the mercy
  of your search; if you can take him, so!

  Wel. Well, captain Bobadill, master Mathew, pray you know this
  gentleman here; he is a friend of mine, and one that will deserve
  your affection. I know not your name, sir, [to Stephen.] but I
  shall be glad of any occasion to render me more familiar to you.

  Step. My name is master Stephen, sir; I am this gentleman's own
  cousin, sir; his father is mine uncle, sir: I am somewhat
  melancholy, but you shall command me, sir, in whatsoever is
  incident to a gentleman.

  Bob. Sir, I must tell you this, I am no general man; but for master
  Wellbred's sake, (you may embrace it at what height of favour you
  please,) I do communicate with you, and conceive you to be a
  gentleman of some parts; I love few words.

  E. Know. And I fewer, sir; I have scarce enough to thank you.

  Mat. But are you, indeed, sir, so given to it?

  Step. Ay, truly, sir, I am mightily given to melancholy.

  Mat. Oh, it's your only fine humour, sir: your true melancholy
  breeds your perfect fine wit, sir. I am melancholy myself, diver
  times, sir, and then do I no more but take pen and paper,
  presently, and overflow you half a score, or a dozen of sonnets at
  a sitting.

  E. Know. Sure he utters them then by the gross. [Aside.

  Step. Truly, sir, and I love such things out of measure.

  E. Know. I'faith, better than in measure, I'll undertake.

  Mat. Why, I pray you, sir, make use of my study, it's at your
  service.

  Step. I thank you, sir, I shall be bold I warrant you; have you a
  stool there to be melancholy upon?

  Mat. That I have, sir, and some papers there of mine own doing, at
  idle hours, that you'll say there's some sparks of wit in 'em, when
  you see them,

  Wel. Would the sparks would kindle once, and become a fire amongst
  them! I might see self-love burnt for her heresy. [Aside.

  Step. Cousin, is it well? am I melancholy enough?

  E. Know, Oh ay, excellent.

  Wel. Captain Bobadill, why muse you so?

  E. Know. He is melancholy too.

  Bob. Faith, sir, I was thinking of a most honourable piece of
  service, was performed to-morrow, being St. Mark's day, shall be
  some ten years now.

  E. Know. In what place, captain?

  Bob. Why, at the beleaguering of Strigonium, where, in less than
  two hours, seven hundred resolute gentlemen, as any were in Europe,
  lost their lives upon the breach. I'll tell you, gentlemen, it was
  the first, but the best leaguer that ever I beheld with these eyes,
  except the taking in of--what do you call it?--last year, by the
  Genoways; but that, of all other, was the most fatal and dangerous
  exploit that ever I was ranged in, since I first bore arms before
  the face of the enemy, as I am a gentleman and a soldier!

  Step. So! I had as lief as an angel I could swear as well as that
  gentleman.

  E. Know. Then, you were a servitor at both, it seems; at
  Strigonium, and what do you call't?

  Bob. O lord, sir! By St. George, I was the first man that entered
  the breach; and had I not effected it with resolution, I had been
  slain if I had had a million of lives.

  E. Know. 'Twas pity you had not ten; a cat's and your own, i'faith.
  But, was it possible?

  Mat. Pray you mark this discourse, sir.

  Step. So I do.

  Bob. I assure' you, upon my reputation, 'tis true, and you shall
  confess.

  E. Know. You must bring me to the rack, first. [Aside.

  Bob. Observe me judicially, sweet sir; they had planted me three
  demi-culverins just in the mouth of the breach; now, sir, as we
  were to give on, their master-gunner (a man of no mean skill and
  mark, you must think,) confronts me with his linstock, ready to
  give fire; I, spying his intendment, discharged my petronel in his
  bosom, and with these single arms, my poor rapier, ran violently
  upon the Moors that guarded the ordnance, and put them pell-mell,
  to the sword.

  Wel. To the sword! To the rapier, captain.

  E. Know. Oh, it was a good figure observed, sir: but did you all
  this, captain, without hurting your blade?

  Bob. Without any impeach O' the earth: you shall perceive, sir.
  [Shews his rapier.] It is the most fortunate weapon that ever rid
  on poor gentleman's thigh. Shall I tell you, sir? You talk of
  Morglay, Excalibur, Durindana, or so; tut! I lend no credit to that
  is fabled of 'em: I know the virtue of mine own, and therefore I
  dare the boldlier maintain it.

  Step. I marle whether it be a Toledo or no.

  Bob. A most perfect Toledo, I assure you, sir. Step. I have a
  countryman of his here.

  Mat. Pray you, let's see, sir; yes, faith, it is.

  Bob. This a Toledo! Pish!

  Step. Why do you pish, captain?

  Bob. A Fleming, by heaven! I'll buy them for a guilder a-piece. An
  I would have a thousand of them.

  E. Know. How say you, cousin? I told you thus much.

  Wel. Where bought you it, master Stephen?

  Step. Of a scurvy rogue soldier: a hundred of lice go with him! He
  swore it was a Toledo.

  Bob. A poor provant rapier, no better.

  Mat. Mass, I think it be indeed, now I look on't better.

  E. Know. Nay, the longer you look on't, the worse. Put it up, put
  it up.

  Step. Well, I will put it up; but by--I have forgot the captain's
  oath, I thought to have sword! by it,--an e'er I meet him--

  Wel. O, it is past help now, sir; you must have patience.

  Step. Whoreson, coney-hatching rascal! I could eat the very hilts
  for anger.

  E. Know. A sign of good digestion; you have an ostrich stomach,
  Cousin.

  Step. A stomach! would I had him here, you should see an I had a
  stomach.

  Wel. It's better as it is.--Come, gentlemen, shall we go?
                             Enter BRAINWORM, disguised as before.
  E. Know. A miracle, cousin; look here, look here!

  Step. Oh--'Od's lid. By your leave, do you know me, sir?

  Brai. Ay, sir, I know you by sight.

  Step. You sold me a rapier, did you not?

  Brai. Yes, marry did I, sir.

  Step. You said it was a Toledo, ha?

  Brai. True, I did so.

  Step. But it is none.

  Brai. No, sir, I confess it; it is none.

  Step. Do you confess it? Gentlemen, bear witness, he has confest
  it:--'Od's will, an you had not confest it.===

  E. Know. Oh, cousin, forbear, forbear! Step. Nay, I have done,
  cousin.

  Wel. Why, you have done like a gentleman; he has confest it, what
  would you more?

  Step. Yet, by his leave, he is a rascal, under his favour, do you
  see.

  E. Know. Ay, by his leave, he is, and under favour: a pretty piece
  of civility! Sirrah, how dost thou like him?

  Wel. Oh, it's a most precious fool, make much on him: I can compare
  him to nothing more happily than a drum; for every one may play
  upon him.

  E. Know. No, no, a child's whistle were far the fitter.

  Brai. Shall I intreat a word with you?

  E. Know. With me, sir? you have not another Toledo to sell, have
  you?

  Brai. You are conceited, sir: Your name is Master Knowell, as I
  take it?

  E. Know. You are in the right; you mean not to proceed in the
  catechism, do you?

  Brai. No, sir; I am none of that coat.

  E. Know. Of as bare a coat, though: well, say, sir.

  Brai. [taking E. Know. aside.] Faith, sir, I am but servant to the
  drum extraordinary, and indeed, this smoky varnish being washed
  off, and three or four patches removed, I appear your worship's in
  reversion, after the decease of your good father, Brainworm.

  E. Know. Brainworm'! 'Slight, what breath of a conjurer hath blown
  thee hither in this shape?

  Brai. The breath of your letter, sir, this morning; the same that
  blew you to the Windmill, and your father after you.

  E. Know. My father!

  Brai. Nay, never start, 'tis true; he has followed you over the
  fields by the foot, as you would do a hare in the snow.

  E. Know. Sirrah Wellbred, what shall we do, sirrah? my father is
  come over after me.

  Wel. Thy father! Where is he?

  Brai. At justice Clement's house, in Coleman-street, where he but
  stays my return; and then--

  Wel. Who's this? Brainworm!

  Brai. The same, sir.

  Wel. Why how, in the name of wit, com'st thou transmuted thus?

  Brai. Faith, a device, a device; nay, for the love of reason,
  gentlemen, and avoiding the danger, stand not here; withdraw, and
  I'll tell you all.

  Wel. But art thou sure he will stay thy return?

  Brai. Do I live, sir? what a question is that!

  Wel. We'll prorogue his expectation, then, a little: Brainworm,
  thou shalt go with us.--Come on, gentlemen.==-Nay, I pray thee,
  sweet Ned, droop not; 'heart, an our wits be so wretchedly dull,
  that one old plodding brain can outstrip us all, would we were e'en
  prest to make porters of, and serve out the remnant of our days in
  Thames-street, or at Custom-house key, in a civil war against the
  carmen!

  Brai. Amen, amen, amen, say I.                        [Exeunt.



             SCENE II---The Old Jewry. KITELY'S Warehouse.
                       Enter KITELY and CASH.

  Kit. What says he, Thomas? did you speak with him?

  Cash. He will expect you, sir, within this half hour.

  Kit. Has he the money ready, can you tell?

  Cash. Yes, sir, the money was brought in last night.

  Kit.
     O, that is well; fetch me my cloak, my cloak!---    [Exit Cash.
     Stay, let me see, an hour to go and come;
     Ay, that will be the least; and then 'twill be
     An hour before I can dispatch with him,
     Or very near; well, I will say two hours.
     Two hours! ha! things never dreamt of yet,
     May be contrived, ay, and effected too,
     In two hours' absence; well, I will not go.
     Two hours! No, fleering Opportunity,
     I will not give your subtilty that scope.
     Who will not judge him worthy to be robb'd,
     That sets his doors wide open to a thief,
     And shews the felon where his treasure lies?
     Again, what earthly spirit but will attempt
     To taste the fruit of beauty's golden tree,
     When leaden sleep seals up the dragon's eyes?
     I will not go. Business, go by for once.
     No, beauty, no; you are of too good caract,
     To be left so, without a guard, or open,
     Your lustre, too, 'll inflame at any distance,
     Draw courtship to you, as a jet doth straws;
     Put motion in a stone, strike fire from ice,
     Nay, make a porter leap you with his burden.
     You must be then kept up, close, and well watch'd,
     For, give you opportunity, no quick-sand
     Devours or swallows swifter! He that lends
     His wife, if she be fair, or time or place,
     Compels her to be false. I will not go!
     The dangers are too many;---and then the dressing
     Is a most main attractive! Our great heads
     Within this city never were in safety
     Since our wives wore these little caps: I'll change 'em;
     I'll change 'em straight in mine: mine shall no more
     Wear three-piled acorns, to make my horns ake.
     Nor will I go; I am resolved for that.
                                      Re-enter CASH with a cloak.
     Carry in my cloak again. Yet stay. Yet do, too:
     I will defer going, on all occasions.

  Cash.
     Sir, Snare, your scrivener, will be there with the bonds.

  Kit.
     That's true: fool on me! I had clean forgot it;
     I must go. What's a clock?

  Cash.                        Exchange-time, sir.

  Kit.
     'Heart, then will Wellbred presently be here too,
     With one or other of his loose consorts.
     I am a knave, if I know what to say,
     What course to take, or which way to resolve.
     My brain, methinks, is like an hour-glass,
     Wherein my imaginations run like sands,
     Filling up time; but then are turn'd and turn'd:
     So that I know not what to stay upon,
     And less, to put in act.---It shall be so.
     Nay, I dare build upon his secrecy,
     He knows not to deceive me.---Thomas!

  Cash. Sir.

  Kit.
     Yet now I have bethought me too, I will not.---
     Thomas, is Cob within?

  Cash. I think he be, sir.

  Kit.
     But he'll prate too, there is no speech of him.
     No, there were no man on the earth to Thomas,
     If I durst trust him; there is all the doubt.
     But should he have a clink in him, I were gone.
     Lost in my fame for ever, talk for th' Exchange!
     The manner he hath stood with, till this present,
     Doth promise no such change: what should I fear then?
     Well, come what will, I'll tempt my fortune once.
     Thomas---you may deceive me, but, I hope---
     Your love to me is more---

  Cash.                        Sir, if a servant's
    Duty, with faith, may be call'd love, you are
    More than in hope, you are possess'd of it.

  Kit.
     I thank you heartily, Thomas: give me your hand:
     With all my heart, good Thomas. I have, Thomas,
     A secret to impart unto you---but,
     When once you have it, I must seal your lips up;
     So far I tell you, Thomas.

  Cash.                         Sir, for that---

  Kit.
     Nay, hear me out. Think I esteem you, Thomas,
     When I will let you in thus to my private.
     It is a thing sits nearer to my crest,
     Than thou art 'ware of, Thomas; if thou should'st
     Reveal it, but---

  Cash.               How, I reveal it?

  Kit.                                     Nay,
     I do not think thou would'st; but if thou should'st,
     'Twere a great weakness.

  Cash.                      A great treachery:
     Give it no other name.

  Kit.                      Thou wilt not do't, then?

  Cash.
     Sir, if I do, mankind disclaim me ever!

  Kit.
     He will not swear, he has some reservation,
     Some conceal'd purpose, and close meaning sure;
     Else, being urg'd so much, how should he choose
     But lend an oath to all this protestation?
     He's no precisian, that I'm certain of,
     Nor rigid Roman Catholic: he'll play
     At fayles, and tick-tack; I have heard him swear.
     What should I think of it? urge him again,
     And by some other way! I will do so.
     Well, Thomas, thou hast sworn not to disclose:---
     Yes, you did swear?

  Cash.
     Not yet, sir, but I will,
     Please you---

  Kit.
                               No, Thomas, I dare take thy word,
     But, if thou wilt swear, do as thou think'st; good;
     I am resolv'd without It; at thy pleasure.

  Cash.
     By my soul's safety then, sir, I protest,
     My tongue shall ne'er take knowledge of a word
     Deliver'd me in nature of your trust.

  Kit.
     It is too much; these ceremonies need not:
     I know thy faith to be as firm as rock.
     Thomas, come hither, near; we cannot be
     Too private in this business. So it is,---
     Now he has sworn, I dare the safelier venture.       [Aside.
     I have of late, by divers observations---
     But whether his oath can bind him, yea, or no,
     Being not taken lawfully? ha! say you?
     I will ask council ere I do proceed:----             [Aside.
     Thomas, it will be now too long to stay,
     I'll spy some fitter time soon, or to-morrow.

  Cash. Sir, at your pleasure.

  Kit.                        I will think:-and, Thomas,
     I pray you search the books 'gainst my return,
     For the receipts 'twixt me and Traps.

  Cash. I will, sir.

  Kit.
     And hear you, if your mistress's brother, Wellbred,
     Chance to bring hither any gentleman,
     Ere I come back, let one straight bring me word.

  Cash. Very well, sir.

  Kit.
                       To the Exchange, do you hear?
     Or here in Coleman-street, to justice Clement's.
     Forget it not, nor be not out of the way.

  Cash. I will not, sir.

  Kit.                    I pray you have a care on't.
     Or, whether he come or no, if any other,
     Stranger, or else; fail not to send me word.

  Cash. I shall not, sir.

  Kit.                     Be it your special business
     Now to remember it.

  Cash. Sir, I warrant you.

  Kit.
     But, Thomas, this is not the secret, Thomas,
     I told you of.

  Cash.              No, sir; I do suppose it.

  Kit. Believe me, it is not.

  Cash.                       Sir, I do believe you.

  Kit.
     By heaven it is not, that's enough: but, Thomas,
     I would not you should utter it, do you see,
     To any creature living; yet I care not.
     Well, I must hence. Thomas, conceive thus much;
     It was a trial of you, when I meant
     So deep a secret to you, I mean not this,
     But that I have to tell you; this is nothing, this.
     But, Thomas, keep this from my wife, I charge you,
     Lock'd up in silence, midnight, buried here.---
     No greater hell than to be slave to fear.           [Exit.

  Cash.
     Lock'd up in silence, midnight, buried here!
     Whence should this flood of passion, trow, take head? ha!
     Best dream no longer of this running humour,
     For fear I sink; the violence of the stream
     Already hath transported me so far,
     That I can feel no ground at all: but soft---
     Oh, 'tis our water-bearer: somewhat has crost him now.
                                         Enter COB, hastily.


  Cob. Fasting-days! what tell you me of fasting days? 'Slid, would
  they were all on a light fire for me! they say the whole world
  shall be consumed with fire one day, but would I had these
  Ember-weeks and villanous Fridays burnt in the mean time, and
  then--

  Cash. Why, how now, Cob? what moves thee to this choler, ha?

  Cob. Collar, master Thomas! I scorn your collar, I, sir; I am none
  O' your cart-horse, though I carry and draw water. An you offer to
  ride me with your collar or halter either, I may hap shew you a
  jade's trick, sir.

  Cash. O, you'll slip your head out of the collar? why, goodman Cob,
  you mistake me.

  Cob. Nay, I have my rheum, and I can be angry as well as another,
  sir.

  Cash. Thy rheum, Cob! thy humour, thy humour--thou misstak'st.

  Cob. Humour! mack, I think it be so indeed; what is that humour?
  some rare thing, I warrant.

  Cash. Marry I'll tell thee, Cob: it is a gentlemanlike monster,
  bred in the special gallantry of our time, by affectation; and fed
  by folly.

  Cob. How! must it be fed?

  Cash. Oh ay, humour is nothing if it be not fed: didst thou never
  hear that? it's a common phrase, feed my humour.

  Cob. I'll none on it: humour, avaunt! I know you not, be gone! let
  who will make hungry meals for your monstership, it shall not be I.
  Feed you, quoth he! 'slid, I have much ado to feed myself;
  especially on these lean rascally days too; an't had been any other
  day but a fasting-day--a plague on them all for me! By this light,
  one might have done the commonwealth good service, and have drown'd
  them all in the flood, two or three hundred thousand years ago. O,
  I do stomach them hugely. I have a maw now, and 'twere for sir
  Bevis his horse, against them.

  Cash. I pray thee, good Cob, what makes thee so out of love with
  fasting days?

  Cob. Marry, that which will make any man out of love with 'em, I
  think; their bad conditions, an you will needs know. First they are
  of a Flemish breed, I am sure on't, for they raven up more butter
  than all the days of the week beside; next, they stink of fish and
  leek-porridge miserably; thirdly, they'll keep a man devoutly
  hungry all day, and at night send him supperless to bed.

  Cash. Indeed, these are faults, Cob.

  Cob. Nay, an this were all, 'twere something; but they are the only
  known enemies to my generation. A fasting-day no sooner comes, but
  my lineage goes to wrack; poor cobs! they smoak for it, they are
  made martyrs O' the gridiron, they melt in passion: and your maids
  to know this, and yet would have me turn Hannibal, and eat my own
  flesh and blood. My princely coz, [pulls out a red herring] fear
  nothing; I have not the heart to devour you, an I might be made as
  rich as king Cophetua. O that I had room for my tears, I could weep
  salt-water enough now to preserve the lives of ten thousand
  thousand of my kin! But I may curse none but these filthy
  almanacks; for an't were not for them, these days of persecution
  would never be known. I'll be hang'd an some fish-monger's son do
  not make of 'em, and puts in more fasting-days than he should do,
  because he would utter his father's dried stock--fish and stinking
  conger.

  Cash. 'Slight peace! thou'lt be beaten like a stock-fish else:
  here's master Mathew.
                     Enter WELLIBRED, E. KNOWELL, BRAINWORM,
                              MATHEW, BOBADILL, and STEPHEN.
  Now must I look out for a messenger to my master.
                                                [Exit with Cob.
  Wel, Beshrew me, but it was an absolute good jest, and exceedingly
  well carried!

  E. Know. Ay, and our ignorance maintain'd it as well, did it not?

  Wel. Yes, faith; but was it possible thou shouldst not know him? I
  forgive master Stephen, for he is stupidity itself.

  E. Know. 'Fore God, not I, an I might have been join'd patten with
  one of the seven wise masters for knowing him. He had so writhen
  himself into the habit of one of your poor infantry, your decayed;
  ruinous, worm-eaten gentlemen of the round; such as have vowed to
  sit on the skirts of the city, let your provost and his half-dozen
  of halberdiers do what they can; and have translated begging out of
  the old hackney-pace to a fine easy amble, and made it run as
  smooth off the tongue as a shove-groat shilling. Into the likeness
  of one of these reformados had he moulded himself so perfectly,
  observing every trick of their action, as, varying the accent,
  swearing with an emphasis, indeed, all with so special and
  exquisite a grace, that, hadst thou seen him, thou wouldst have
  sworn he might have been sergeant-major, if not lieutenant-colonel
  to the regiment.

  Wel. Why, Brainworm, who would have thought thou hadst been such an
  artificer?

  E. Know. An artificer! an architect. Except a man had studied
  begging all his life time, and been a weaver of language from his
  infancy for the cloathing of it, I never saw his rival.

  Wel. Where got'st thou this coat, I marle?

  Brai. Of a Hounsditch man, sir, one of the devil's near kinsmen, a
  broker.

  Wel. That cannot be, if the proverb hold; for 'A crafty knave needs
  no broker.'

  Brai. True, sir; but I did need a broker, ergo--

  Wel. Well put off:--no crafty knave, you'll say.

  E. Know. Tut, he has more of these shifts.

  Brai. And yet, where I have one the broker has ten, sir.
                                                  Reenter CASH
  Cash. Francis! Martin! ne'er a one to be found now? what a spite's
  this!

  Wel. How now, Thomas? Is my brother Kitely within?

  Cash. No, sir, my master went forth e'en now; but master Downright
  is within.--Cob! what, Cob! Is he gone too?

  Wel. Whither went your master, Thomas, canst thou tell?

  Cash. I know not: to justice Clement's, I think, sir--Cob!
                                                        [Exit
  E. Know. Justice Clement! what's he? Wel.

  Why, dost thou not know him? He is a city-magistrate, a justice
  here, an excellent good lawyer, and a great scholar; but the only
  mad, merry old fellow in Europe. I shewed him you the other day.

  E. Know. Oh, is that he? I remember him now. Good faith, and he is
  a very strange presence methinks; it shews as if he stood out of
  the rank from other men: I have heard many of his jests in the
  University. They say he will commit a man for taking the wall of
  his horse.

  Wel. Ay, or wearing his cloak on one shoulder, or serving of God;
  any thing, indeed, if it come in the way of his humour.

                         Re-enter CASH.

  Cash. Gasper! Martin! Cob! 'Heart, where should they be trow?

  Bob. Master Kitely's man, pray thee vouchsafe us the lighting of
  this match.
                                                             [Exit.
  Cash. Fire on your match! no time but now to vouchsafe?--Francis!
  Cob!

  Bob. Body O' me! here's the remainder of seven pound since
  yesterday was seven-night. 'Tis your right Trinidado: did you never
  take any master Stephen?

  Step. No, truly, sir; but I'll learn to take it now, since you
  commend it so.

  Bob. Sir, believe me, upon my relation for what I tell you, the
  world shall not reprove. I have been in the Indies, where this herb
  grows, where neither myself, nor a dozen gentlemen more of my
  knowledge, have received the taste of any other nutriment in the
  world, for the space of one and twenty weeks, but the fume of this
  simple only: therefore, it cannot be, but 'tis most divine.
  Further, take it in the nature, in the true kind; so, it makes an
  antidote, that, had you taken the most deadly poisonous plant in
  all Italy, it should expel it, and clarify you, with as much ease
  as I speak. And for your green wound,--your Balsamum and your St.
  John's wort, are all mere gulleries and trash to it, especially
  your Trinidado: your Nicotian is good too. I could say what I know
  of the virtue of it, for the expulsion of rheums, raw humours,
  crudities, obstructions, with a thousand of this kind; but I
  profess myself no quack-salver. Only thus much; by Hercules, I do
  hold it, and will affirm it before any prince in Europe, to be the
  most sovereign and precious weed that ever the earth tendered to
  the use of man.

  E. Know. This speech would have done decently in a tobacco-trader's
  mouth.

                           Re-enter CASH with COB.

  Cash. At justice Clement's he is, in the middle of Coleman-street.

  Cob. Oh, oh!

  Bob. Where's the match I gave thee, master Kitely's man?

  Cash. Would his match and he, and pipe and all, were at Sancto
  Domingo! I had forgot it.
                                                    [Exit.
  Cob. 'Od's me, I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in
  taking this roguish tobacco. It's good for nothing but to choke a
  man, and fill him full of smoke and embers: there were four died
  out of one house last week with taking of it, and two more the bell
  went for yesternight; one of them, they say, will never scape it;
  he voided a bushel of soot yesterday, upward and downward. By the
  stocks, an there were no wiser men than I, I'd have it present
  whipping, man or woman, that should but deal with a tobacco pipe:
  why, it will stifle them all in the end, as many as use it; it's
  little better than ratsbane or rosaker.
                                          [Bobadill beats him.
  All. Oh, good captain, hold, hold!

  Bob. You base cullion, you!

                              Re-enter CASH.

  Cash. Sir, here's your match. Come, thou must needs be talking too,
  thou'rt well enough served.

  Cob. Nay, he will not meddle with his match, I warrant you: well,
  it shall be a dear beating, an I live.

  Bob. Do you prate, do you murmur?

  E. Know. Nay, good captain, will you regard the humour of a fool?
  Away, knave.

  Wel. Thomas, get him away.               [Exit Cash with Cob.

  Bob. A whoreson filthy slave, a dung-worm, an excrement! Body O'
  Caesar, but that I scorn to let forth so mean a spirit, I'd have
  stabb'd him to the earth.

  Wel. Marry, the law forbid, sir!

  Bob. By Pharaoh's foot, I would have done it.

  Step. Oh, he swears most admirably! By Pharaoh's foot! Body O'
  Caesar!--I shall never do it, sure. Upon mine honour, and by St.
  George!--No, I have not the right grace.

  Mat. Master Stephen, will you any? By this air, the most divine
  tobacco that ever I drunk.
                                              [Practises at the post.
  As I am a gentleman! By--                   [Exeunt Bob. and Mat.

  Step. None, I thank you, sir. O, this gentleman does it rarely,
  too: but nothing like the other. By this air!

  Brai. [pointing to Master Stephen.] Master, glance, glance! master
  Wellbred!

  Step. As I have somewhat to be saved, I protest--

  Wel. You are a fool; it needs no affidavit.

  E. Know. Cousin, will you any tobacco?

  Step. I, sir! Upon my reputation--

  E. Know. How now, cousin!

  Step. I protest, as I am a gentleman, but no soldier, indeed--

  Wel. No, master Stephen! As I remember, your name is entered in the
  artillery-garden.

  Step. Ay, sir, that's true. Cousin, may I swear, as I am a soldier,
  by that?

  E. Know. O yes, that you may; it is all you have for your money.

  Step. Then, as I am a gentleman, and a soldier, it is "divine
  tobacco!"

  Wel. But soft, where's master Mathew! Gone?

  Brai. No, sir; they went in here.

  Wel. O let's follow them: master Mathew is gone to salute his
  mistress in verse; we shall have the happiness to hear some of his
  poetry now; he never comes unfinished.--Brainworm!

  Step. Brainworm! Where? Is this Brainworm?

  E. Know. Ay, cousin; no words of it, upon your gentility.

  Step. Not I, body of me! By this air! St. George! and the foot of
  Pharaoh!

  Wel. Rare! Your cousin's discourse is simply drawn out with oaths.

  E. Know. 'Tis larded with them; a kind of French dressing, if you
  love it.
                                                          [Exeunt.



          SCENE III-Coleman-Street. A Room in Justice CLEMENT'S House.
                         Enter KITELY and COB.


  Kit. Ha! how many are there, say'st thou?

  Cob. Marry, sir, your brother, master Wellbred--

  Kit. Tut, beside him: what strangers are there, man?

  Cob. Strangers? let me see, one, two; mass; I know not well,--
  there are so many.

  Kit. How! so many?

  Cob. Ay, there's some five or six of them at the most.

  Kit.
     A swarm, a swarm!
     Spite of the devil...how they sting my head
     With forked stings, thus wide and large!
     But, Cob, How long hast thou been coming hither, Cob?

  Cob. A little while, sir.

  Kit. Didst thou come running?

  Cob. No, sir.

  Kit.
     Nay, then I am familiar with thy haste.
     Bane to my fortunes! what meant I to marry?
     I, that before was rank'd in such content,
     My mind at rest too, in so soft a peace,
     Being free master of mine own free thoughts,
     And now become a slave? What! never sigh;
     Be of good cheer, man; for thou art a cuckold:
     'Tis done, 'tis done! Nay, when such flowing-store,
     Plenty itself, falls into my wife's lap,
     The cornucopiae will be mine, I know.--But, Cob,
     What entertainment had they? I am sure
     My sister and my wife would bid them welcome: ha?

  Cob. Like enough, sir; yet I heard not a word of it.

  Kit.
     No;
     Their lips were seal'd with kisses, and the voice,
     Drown'd in a flood of joy at their arrival,
     Had lost her motion, state and faculty.--
     Cob,
     Which of them was it that first kiss'd my wife,
     My sister, I should say?--My wife, alas!
     I fear not her: ha! who was it say'st thou?

  Cob. By my troth, sir, will you have the truth of it?

  Kit. Oh, ay, good Cob, I pray thee heartily.


  Cob. Then I am a vagabond, and fitter for Bridewell than your
  worship's company, if I saw any body to be kiss'd, unless they
  would have kiss'd the post in the middle of the warehouse; for
  there I left them all at their tobacco, with a pox!

  Kit. How! were they not gone in then ere thou cam'st?

  Cob. O no, sir.

  Kit. Spite of the devil! what do I stay here then? Cob, follow me.
                                                               [Exit.
  Cob. Nay, soft and fair; I have eggs on the spit; I cannot go yet,
  sir. Now am I, for some five and fifty reasons, hammering,
  hammering revenge: oh for three or four gallons of vinegar, to
  sharpen my wits! Revenge, vinegar revenge, vinegar and mustard
  revenge! Nay, an he had not lien in my house, 'twould never have
  grieved me; but being my guest, one that, I'll be sworn, my wife
  has lent him her smock off her back, while his own shirt has been
  at washing; pawned her neck-kerchers for clean bands for him; sold
  almost all my platters, to buy him tobacco; and he to turn monster
  of ingratitude, and strike his lawful host! Well, I hope to raise
  up an host of fury for't: here comes justice Clement.

              Enter Justice CLEMENT, KNOWELL, and FORMAL.

  Clem. What's master Kitely gone, Roger?

  Form. Ay, sir.

  Clem. 'Heart O' me! what made him leave us so abruptly?--How now,
  sirrah! what make you here? what would you have, ha?

  Cob. An't please your worship, I am a poor neighbour of your
  worship's--

  Clem. A poor neighbour of mine! Why, speak, poor neighbour.

  Cob. I dwell, sir, at the sign of the Water-tankard, hard by the
  Green Lattice: I have paid scot and lot there any time this
  eighteen years.

  Clem. To the Green Lattice?

  Cob. No, sir, to the parish: Marry, I have seldom scaped scot-free
  at the Lattice.

  Clem. O, well; what business has my poor neighbour with me?

  Cob. An't like your worship, I am come to crave the peace of your
  worship.

  Clem. Of me, knave! Peace of me, knave! Did I ever hurt thee, or
  threaten thee, or wrong thee, ha?

  Cob. No, sir; but your worship's warrant for one that has wrong'd
  me, sir: his arms are at too much liberty, I would fain have them
  bound to a treaty of peace, an my credit could compass it with your
  worship.

  Clem. Thou goest far enough about for't, I am sure.

  Kno. Why, dost thou go in danger of thy life for him, friend?

  Cob. No, sir; but I go in danger of my death every hour, by his
  means; an I die within a twelve-month and a day, I may swear by the
  law of the land that he killed me.

  Clem. How, how, knave, swear he killed thee, and by the law? What
  pretence, what colour hast thou for that?

  Cob. Marry, an't please your worship, both black and blue; colour
  enough, I warrant you. I have it here to shew your worship.

  Clem. What is he that gave you this, sirrah?

  Cob. A gentleman and a soldier, he says, he is, of the city here.

  Clem. A soldier of the city! What call you him?

  Cob. Captain Bobadill.

  Clem. Bobadill! and why did he bob and beat you, sirrah?  How began
  the quarrel betwixt you, ha? speak truly, knave, I advise you.

  Cob. Marry, indeed, an't please your worship, only because I spake
  against their vagrant tobacco, as I came by them when they were
  taking on't; for nothing else.

  Clem. Ha! you speak against tobacco? Formal, his name.

  Form. What's your name, sirrah?

  Cob. Oliver, sir, Oliver Cob, sir.

  Clem. Tell Oliver Cob he shall go to the jail, Formal.

  Form. Oliver Cob, my master, justice Clement, says you shall go to
  the jail.

  Cob. O, I beseech your worship, for God's sake, dear master
  justice!

  Clem. 'Sprecious! an such drunkards and tankards as you are, come
  to dispute of tobacco once, I have done: away with him!

  Cob, O, good master justice! Sweet old gentleman! [To Knowell.

  Know. "Sweet Oliver," would I could do thee any good!--justice
  Clement, let me intreat you, sir.

  Clem. What! a thread-bare rascal, a beggar, a slave that never
  drunk out of better than piss-pot metal in his life! and he to
  deprave and abuse the virtue of an herb so generally received in
  the courts of princes, the chambers of nobles, the bowers of sweet
  ladies, the cabins of soldiers!--Roger, away with him! 'Od's
  precious--I say, go to.

  Cob. Dear master justice, let me be beaten again, I have deserved
  it: but not the prison, I beseech you.

  Know. Alas, poor Oliver!

  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 DOWNRIGTIT 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, hell were broken loose, ere they went hence. But, by God's
  will, 'tis nobody'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. God'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 God 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.

  E. Know. Well, I'll have him free of the wit-brokers, for he
  utters nothing but stolen remnants.

  Wel. O, forgive it him.

  E. Know. A filching rogue, hang him!---and from the dead! it's
  worse than sacrilege.
           WELLBRED, E. KNOWELL, and Master STEPHEN, come forward.

  Wel. Sister, what have you here, verses? pray you let's see: who
  made these verses? they are excellent good.

  Mat. O, Master Wellbred, 'tis your disposition to say so, sir. They
  were good in the morning: I made them ex tempore this morning.

  Wel. How! ex tempore?

  Mat. Ay, would I might be hanged else; ask Captain Bobadill: he saw
  me write them, at the--pox on it!--the Star, yonder.

  Brai. Can he find in his heart to curse the stars so?

  E. Know. Faith, his are even with him; they have curst him enough
  already.

  Step. Cousin, how do you like this gentleman's verses?

  E. Know. O, admirable! the best that ever I heard, coz.

  Step. Body O' Caesar, they are admirable! the best that I ever
  heard, as I am a soldier!

                          Re-enter DOWNRIGHT.

  Dow. I am vext, I can hold ne'er a bone of me still: 'Heart, I
  think they mean to build and breed here.

  Wet. Sister, you have a simple servant here, that crowns your
  beauty with such encomiums and devices; you may see what it is to
  be the mistress of a wit, that can make your perfections so
  transparent, that every blear eye may look through them, and see
  him drowned over head and ears in the deep well of desire: Sister
  Kitely. I marvel you get you not a servant that can rhyme, and do
  tricks too.

  Dow. O monster! impudence itself! tricks!

  Dame K. Tricks, brother! what tricks?

  Brid. Nay, speak, I pray you what tricks?

  Dame K. Ay, never spare any body here; but say, what tricks.

  Brid. Passion of my heart, do tricks!

  Wel. 'Slight, here's a trick vied and revied! Why, you monkeys,
  you, what a cater-wauling do you keep! has he not given you rhymes
  and verses and tricks?

  Dow. O, the fiend!

  Wel. Nay, you lamp of virginity, that take it in snuff so, come,
  and cherish this tame poetical fury in your servant; you'll be
  begg'd else shortly for a concealment: go to, reward his muse. You
  cannot give him less than a shilling in conscience, for the book he
  had it out of cost him a teston at least. How now, gallants! Master
  Mathew! Captain! what, all sons of silence, no spirit?

  Dow. Come, you might practise your ruffian tricks somewhere else,
  and not here, I wuss; this is no tavern or drinking-school, to vent
  your exploits in.

  Wel. How now; whose cow has calved?

  Dow. Marry, that has mine, sir.

  Nay, boy, never look askance at me for the matter; I'll tell you of
  it, I, sir; you and your companions mend yourselves when I have
  done.

  Wel. My companions!

  Dow. Yes, sir, your companions, so I say; I am not afraid of you,
  nor them neither; your hang-byes here. You must have your poets and
  your potlings, your soldados and foolados to follow you up and down
  the city; and here they must come to domineer and swagger. Sirrah,
  you ballad-singer, and slops your fellow there, get you out, get
  you home; or by this steel, I'll cut off your ears, and that
  presently.

  Wel. 'Slight, stay, let's see what he dare do; cut off his ears!
  cut a whetstone. You are an ass, do you see; touch any man here,
  and by this hand I'll run my rapier to the hilts in you.

  Dow. Yea, that would I fain see, boy.
                                           [They all draw.
  Dame K. O Jesu! murder! Thomas! Gasper!

  Brid. Help, help! Thomas!

                   Enter CASH and some of the house to part them.

  E. Know. Gentlemen, forbear, I pray' you.

  Bob. Well, sirrah, you Holofernes; by my hand, I will pink your
  flesh full of holes with my rapier for this; I will, by this good
  heaven! nay, let him come, let him come, gentlemen; by the body of
  St. George, I'll not kill him.
                               [Offer to fight again, and are parted.
  Gash. Hold, hold, good gentlemen. Dow. You whoreson, bragging
  coystril!

                               Enter KITELY.

  Kit.
     Why, how now! what's the matter, what's the stir here?
     Whence springs the quarrel? Thomas! where is he?
     Put up your weapons, and put off this rage:
     My wife and sister, they are the cause of this.
     What, Thomas! where is the knave?


  Gash. Here, sir.

  Wel. Come, let's go: this is one of my brother's ancient humours,
  this.

  Step. I am glad nobody was hurt by his ancient humour.

      [Exeunt Wellbred, Stephen, E. Knowell, Bobadill, and Brainworm.


  Kit. Why, how now, brother, who enforced this brawl?

  Dow. A sort of lewd rake-hells, that care neither for God nor the
  devil And they must come here to read ballads, and roguery, and
  trash! I'll mar the knot of 'em ere I sleep, perhaps; especially
  Bob there, he that's all manner of shapes: and songs and sonnets,
  his fellow.

  Brid.
     Brother, indeed you are too violent,
     Too sudden in your humour: and you know
     My brother Wellbred's temper will not bear
     Any reproof, chiefly in such a presence,
     Where every slight disgrace he should receive
     Might wound him in opinion and respect.


  Dow. Respect! what talk you of respect among such, as have no spark
  of manhood, nor good manners? 'Sdeins, I am ashamed to hear you'!
  respect!
                                                        [Exit.
  Brid.
     Yes, there was one a civil gentleman,
     And very worthily demeaned himself.

  Kit. O, that was some love of yours, sister.

  Brid.
     A love of mine! I would it were no worse, brother;
     You'd pay my portion sooner than you think for.

  Dame K. Indeed he seem'd to be a gentleman of a very exceeding
  fair disposition, and of excellent good parts.
                                [Exeunt Dame Kitely and Bridget.

  Kit.
     Her love, by heaven! my wife's minion.
     Fair disposition! excellent good parts!
     Death! these phrases are intolerable.
     Good parts! how should she know his parts?
     His parts! Well, well, well, well, well, well;
     It is too plain, too clear: Thomas, come hither.
     What, are they gone?

  Cash.                   Ay, sir, they went in.

     My mistress and your sister--

  Kit. Are any of the gallants within?

  Cash. No, sir, they are all gone.

  Kit. Art thou sure of it---?

  Cash. I can assure you, sir.

  Kit. What gentleman was that they praised so, Thomas?

  Cash. One, they call him Master Knowell, a handsome young
  gentleman, sir.

  Kit.
     Ay, I thought so; my mind gave me as much:
     I'll die, but they have hid him in the house,
     Somewhere, I'll go and search; go with me, Thomas:
     Be true to me, and thou shalt find me a master.
                                                          [Exeunt.



              SCENE II.---The Lane before COB'S House.
                         Enter COB

  Cob. [knocks at the door.] What, Tib! Tib, I say!

  Tib. [within.] How now, what cuckold is that knocks so hard?

                          Enter Tib.

  O, husband! is it you? What's the news?

  Cob. Nay, you have stunn'd me, i'faith; you have, given me a
  knock O' the forehead will stick by me. Cuckold! 'Slid, cuckold!

  Tib. Away, you fool! did I know it was you that knocked?
  Come, come, you may call me as bad when you list.

  Cob. May I? Tib, you are a whore.

  Tib. You lie in your throat, husband.

  Cob. How, the lie! and in my throat tool do you long to be
  stabb'd, ha?

  Tib. Why, you are no soldier, I hope.

  Cob. O, must you be stabbed by a soldier? Mass, that's true! when
  was Bobadill here, your captain? that rogue, that foist, that
  fencing Burgullion? I'll tickle him, i'faith.

  Tib. Why, what's the matter, trow?

  Cob. O, he has basted me rarely, sumptuously! but I have it here in
  black and white, [pulls out the warrant.] for his black and blue
  shall pay him. O, the justice, the honestest old brave Trojan in
  London; I do honour the very flea of his dog. A plague on him,
  though, he put me once in a villanous filthy fear; marry, it
  vanished away like the smoke of tobacco; but I was smoked soundly
  first. I thank the devil, and his good angel, my guest. Well, wife,
  or Tib, which you will, get you in, and lock the door; I charge you
  let nobody in to you, wife; nobody in to you; those are my words:
  not Captain Bob himself, nor the fiend in his likeness. You are a
  woman, you have flesh and blood enough in you to be tempted;
  therefore keep the door shut upon all comers.

  Tib. I warrant you, there shall nobody enter here without my
  consent.

  Cob. Nor with your consent, sweet Tib; and so I leave you.

  Tib. It's more than you know, whether you leave me so.

  Cob. How?

  Tib. Why, sweet.

  Cob.
     Tut, sweet or sour, thou art a flower.
     Keep close thy door, I ask no more.
                                                      [Exeunt.


                SCENE III.-A Room in the Windmill Tavern.
          Enter E. KNOWELL, WELLBRED, STEPHEN, and BRAINWORM,
                        disguised as before.

  E. Know. Well, Brainworm, perform this business happily, and thou
  makest a purchase of my love for ever.

  Wel. I'faith, now let thy spirits use their best faculties: but, at
  any hand, remember the message to my brother; for there's no other
  means to start him.

  Brai. I warrant you, sir; fear nothing; I have a nimble soul has
  waked all forces of my phant'sie by this time, and put them in true
  motion. What you have possest me withal, I'll discharge it amply,
  sir; make it no question.
                                                          [Exit.
  Wel. Forth, and prosper, Brainworm. Faith, Ned, how dost thou
  approve of my abilities in this device?

  E. Know. Troth, well, howsoever; but it will come excellent if it
  take.

  Wel. Take, man! why it cannot choose but take, if the circumstances
  miscarry not: but, tell me ingenuously, dost thou affect my sister
  Bridget as thou pretend'st?

  E. Know. Friend, am I worth belief?

  Wel. Come, do not protest. In faith, she is a maid of good
  ornament, and much modesty; and, except I conceived very worthily
  of her, thou should'st not have her.

  E. Know. Nay, that I am afraid, will be a question yet, whether I
  shall have her, or no.

  Wel. 'Slid, thou shalt have her; by this light thou shalt.

  E. Know. Nay, do not swear.

  Wel. By this hand thou shalt have her; I'll go fetch her presently.
  'Point but where to meet, and as I am an honest man I'll bring her.

  E. Know. Hold, hold, be temperate.

  Wel. Why, by--what shall I swear by? thou shalt have her, as I am--

  E. Know. Praythee, be at peace, I am satisfied; and do believe thou
  wilt omit no offered occasion to make my desires complete.

  Wel. Thou shalt see, and know, I will not.
                                                 [Exeunt.



                        SCENE IV.-The Old Jewry.
                       Enter FORMAL and KNOWELL.

  Form. Was your man a soldier, sir?

  Know.                              Ay, a knave
     I took him begging O' the way, this morning,
     As I came over Moorfields.
                           Enter BRAINWORM. disguised as before.
     O, here he is!---you've made fair speed, believe me,
     Where, in the name of sloth, could you be thus?

  Brai. Marry, peace be my comfort, where I thought I should have
  had little comfort of your worship's service.

  Know. How so?

  Brai. O, sir, your coming to the city, your entertainment of me,
  and your sending me to watch---indeed all the circumstances either
  of your charge, or my employment, are as open to your son, as to
  yourself.

  Know.
     How should that be, unless that villain, Brainworm,
     Have told him of the letter, and discover'd
     All that I strictly charg'd him to conceal?
     'Tis so.

  Brai. I am partly O' the faith, 'tis so, indeed.

  Know. But, how should he know thee to be my man?

  Brai. Nay, sir, I cannot tell; unless it be by the black art. Is
  not your son a scholar, sir?

  Know.
     Yes, but I hope his soul is not allied
     Unto such hellish practice: if it were,
     I had just cause to weep my part in him,
     And curse the time of his creation.
     But, where didst thou find them, Fitz-Sword?

  Brai. You should rather ask where they found me, sir; for I'll
  be sworn, I was going along in the street, thinking nothing, when,
  of a sudden, a voice calls, Mr. Knowell's man! another cries,
  Soldier! and thus half a dozen of them, till they had call'd me
  within a house, where I no sooner came, but they seem'd men, and
  out flew all their rapiers at my bosom, with some three or four
  score oaths to accompany them; and all to tell me, I was but a
  dead man, if I did not confess where you were, and how I was
  employed, and about what; which when they could not get out of
  me, (as, I protest, they must have dissected, and made an anatomy
  of me first, and so I told them,) they lock'd me up into a room
  in the top of a high house, whence by great miracle (having a
  light heart) I slid down by a bottom of packthread into the
  street, and so 'scaped. But, sir, thus much I can assure you,
  for I heard it while I was lock'd up, there were a great many
  rich merchants and brave citizens' wives with them at a feast;
  and your son, master Edward, withdrew with one of them, and has
  'pointed to meet her anon at one Cob's house a water-bearer
  that dwells by the Wall. Now, there your worship shall be sure
  to take him, for there he preys, and fail he will not.

  Know.
     Nor will I fail to break his match, I doubt not.
     Go thoualong with justice Clement's man,
     And stay there for me.    At one Cob's house, say'st thou?


  Brai. Ay, sir, there you shall have him. [Exit Knowell.] Yes--
  invisible! Much wench, or much son! 'Slight, when he has staid
  there three or four hours, travailing with the expectation of
  wonders, and at length be deliver'd of air!  O the sport that I
  should then take to look on him, if I durst! But now, I mean to
  appear no more afore him in this shape: I have another trick to act
  yet. O that I were so happy as to light on a nupson now of this
  justice's novice!--Sir, I make you stay somewhat long.

  Form. Not a whit, sir. Pray you what do you mean, sir?

  Brai. I was putting up some papers.

  Form. You have been lately in the wars, sir, it seems.

  Brai. Marry have I, sir, to my loss, and expense of all, almost.

  Form. Troth, sir, I would be glad to bestow a bottle of wine on
  you, if it please you to accept it--

  Brai, O, sir

  Form. But to hear the manner of your services, and your devices in
  the wars; they say they be very strange, and not like those a man
  reads in the Roman histories, or sees at Mile-end.

  Brai. No, I assure you, sir; why at any time when it please you, I
  shall be ready to discourse to you all I know;--and more too
  somewhat.                     [Aside.

  Form. No better time than now, sir; we'll go to the Windmill: there
  we shall have a cup of neat grist, we call it. I pray you, sir, let
  me request you to the Windmill.

  Brai. I'll follow you, sir;--and make grist of you, if I have good
  luck.          [Aside.]
                                                      [Exeunt.


                          SCENE V.-Moorfields.
           Enter MATHEW, E. KNOWELL, BOBADILL, and STEPHEN.

  Mat. Sir, did your eyes ever taste the like clown of him where we
  were to-day, Mr. Wellbred's half-brother? I think the whole earth
  cannot shew his parallel, by this daylight.

  E. Know. We were now speaking of him: captain Bobadill tells me he
  is fallen foul of you too.

  Mat. O, ay, sir, he threatened me with the bastinado.

  Bob. Ay, but I think, I taught you prevention this morning, for
  that: You shall kill him beyond question; if you be so generously
  minded.

  Mat. Indeed, it is a most excellent trick.
                                                     [Fences.
  Bob: O, you do not give spirit enough to your motion, you are too
  tardy, too heavy! O, it must be done like lightning, hay!
                            [Practises at a post with his cudgel.
  Mat. Rare, captain!

  Bob. Tut! 'tis nothing, an't be not done in a--punto. E. Know.
  Captain, did you ever prove yourself upon any of our masters of
  defence here?

  Mat. O good sir! yes, I hope he has.

  Bob. I will tell you, sir. Upon my first coming to the city, after
  my long travel for knowledge, in that mystery only, there came
  three or four of them to me, at a gentleman's house, where it was
  my chance to be resident at that time, to intreat my presence at
  their schools: and withal so much importuned me, that I protest to
  you, as I am a gentleman, I was ashamed of their rude demeanour out
  of all measure: Well, I told them that to come to a public school,
  they should pardon me, it was opposite, in diameter, to my humour;
  but if so be they would give their attendance at my lodging, I
  protested to do them what right or favour I could, as I was a
  gentleman, and so forth.

  E. Know. So, sir! then you tried their skill?

  Bob. Alas, soon tried: you shall hear, sir. Within two or three
  days after, they came; and, by honesty, fair sir, believe me, I
  graced them exceedingly, shewed them some two or three tricks of
  prevention have purchased them since a credit to admiration: they
  cannot deny this; and yet now they hate me, and why? because I am
  excellent; and for no other vile reason on the earth.

  E. Know. This is strange and barbarous, as ever I heard.

  Bob. Nay, for a more instance of their preposterous natures; but
  note; sir. They have assaulted me some three, four, five, six of
  them together, as I have walked alone in divers skirts it'll town,
  as Turnbull, Whitechapel, Shoreditch, which were then my quarters;
  and since, upon the Exchange, at my lodging, and at my ordinary:
  where I have driven them afore me the whole length of a street, in
  the open view of all our gallants, pitying to hurt them, believe
  me. Yet all this lenity will not overcome their spleen; they will
  be doing with the pismire, raising a hill a man may spurn abroad
  with his foot at pleasure. By myself, I could have slain them all,
  but I delight not in murder. I am loth to bear any other than this
  bastinado for them: yet I hold it good polity not to go disarmed,
  for though I be skilful, I may be oppressed with multitudes.

  E. Know. Ay, believe me, may you, sir: and in my conceit, our whole
  nation should sustain the loss by it, if it were so.

  Bob. Alas, no? what's a peculiar man to a nation? not seen.

  E. Know. O, but your skill, sir.

  Bob. Indeed, that might be some loss; but who respects it? I will
  tell you, sir, by the way of private, and under seal; I am a
  gentleman, and live here obscure, and to myself; but were I known
  to her majesty and the lords,--observe me,--I would undertake, upon
  this poor head and life, for the public benefit of the state, not
  only to spare the entire lives of her subjects in general; but to
  save the one half, nay, three parts of her yearly charge in holding
  war, and against what enemy soever. And how would I do it, think
  you?

  E. Know. Nay, I know not, nor can I conceive.

  Bob. Why thus, sir. I would select nineteen more, to myself.
  throughout the land; gentlemen they should be of good spirit,
  strong and able constitution; I would choose them by an instinct, a
  character that I have: and I would teach these nineteen the special
  rules, as your punto, your reverso, your stoccata, your imbroccato,
  your passada, your montanto; till they could all play very near, or
  altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty
  thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of
  March, or thereabouts; and we would challenge twenty of the enemy;
  they could not in their honour refuse us: Well, we would kill them;
  challenge twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them; twenty
  more, kill them too; and thus would we kill every man his twenty a
  day, that's twenty score; twenty score that's two hundred; two
  hundred a day, five days a thousand: forty thousand; forty times
  five, five times forty, two hundred days kills them all up by
  computation. And this will I venture my poor gentlemanlike carcase
  to perform, provided there be no treason practised upon us, by fair
  and discreet manhood; that is, civilly by the sword.

  E. Know. Why, are you so sure of your hand, captain, at all times?

  Bob. Tut! never miss thrust, upon my reputation with you.

  E. Know. I would not stand in Downright's state then, an you meet
  him, for the wealth of anyone street in London.

  Bob. Why, sir, you mistake me: if he were here now, by this welkin,
  I would not draw my weapon on him. Let this gentleman do his mind:
  but I will bastinado him, by the bright sun, wherever I meet him.

  Mat. Faith, and I'll have a fling at him, at my distance.

  E. Know. 'Od's, so, look where he is! yonder he goes.
                                       [Downright crosses the stage.
  Dow. What peevish luck have I, I cannot meet with these bragging
  rascals?

  Bob. It is not he, is it?

  E. Know. Yes, faith, it is he.

  Mat. I'll be hang'd then if that were he.

  E. Know. Sir, keep your hanging good for some greater matter, for I
  assure you that were he.

  Step. Upon my reputation, it was he.

  Bob. Had I thought it had been he, he must not have gone so: but I
  can hardly be induced to believe it was he yet.

  E. Know. That I think, sir.
                                            Re-enter DOWNRIGHT.
  But see, he is come again.

  Dow. O, Pharaoh's foot, have I found you? Come, draw to your tools;
  draw, gipsy, or I'll thrash you.

  Bob. Gentleman of valour, I do believe in thee; hear me--

  Dow. Draw your weapon then.

  Bob. Tall man, I never thought on it till now--Body of me, I had
  a warrant of the peace served on me, even now as I came along, by
  a water-bearer; this gentleman saw it, Master Mathew.

  Dow. 'Sdeath! you will not draw then?
                           [Disarms and beats him. Mathew runs away.
  Bob. Hold, hold! under thy favour forbear!

  Dow. Prate again, as you like this, you whoreson foist you! You'll
  control the point, you! Your consort is gone; had he staid he had
  shared with you, sir.
                                               [Exit.


  Bob. Well, gentlemen, bear witness, I was bound to the peace, by
  this good day.

  E. Know. No, faith, it's an ill day, captain, never reckon it
  other: but, say you were bound to the peace, the law allows you to
  defend yourself: that will prove but a poor excuse.

  Bob. I cannot tell, sir; I desire good construction in fair sort. I
  never sustain'd the like disgrace, by heaven! sure I was struck
  with a planet thence, for I had no power to touch my weapon.

  E. Know. Ay, like enough; I have heard of many that have been
  beaten under a planet: go, get you to a surgeon. 'Slid! an these be
  your tricks, your passadoes, and your montantos, I'll none of them.
  [Exit Bobadill.] O, manners! that this age should bring forth such
  creatures! that nature should be at leisure to make them! Come,
  coz.

  Step. Mass, I'll have this cloak.

  E. Know. 'Od's will, 'tis Downright's.

  Step. Nay, it's mine now, another might have ta'en it up as well:
  I'll wear it, so I will.

  E. Know. How an he see it? he'll challenge it, assure yourself.

  Step. Ay, but he shall not have it: I'll say I bought it.

  E. Know. Take heed you buy it not too dear, coz.
                                                    [Exeunt.


                  SCENE IV.-A Room in KITELY'S House.
           Enter KITELY, WELLBRED, Dame KITELY, and BRIDGET,

  Kit.
     Now, trust me, brother, you were much to blame,
     T' incense his anger, and disturb the peace
     Of my poor house, where there are sentinels
     That every minute watch to give alarms
     Of civil war, without adjection
     Of your assistance or occasion.


  Wel. No harm done, brother, I warrant you: since there is no harm
  done, anger costs a man nothing; and a tall man is never his own
  man till he be angry. To keep his valour in obscurity, is to keep
  himself as it were in a cloak bag. What's a musician, unless he
  play? What's a tall man unless he fight? For, indeed, all this my
  wise brother stands upon absolutely; and that made me fall in with
  him so resolutely.

  Dame K. Ay, but what harm might have come of it, brother?

  Wel. Might, sister? so might the good warm clothes your husband
  wears be poisoned, for any thing he knows: or the wholesome wine he
  drank, even now at the table.

  Kit.
     Now, God forbid! O me! now I remember
     My wife drank to me last, and changed the cup,
     And bade me wear this cursed suit to-day.
     See, if Heaven suffer murder undiscover'd!
     I feel me ill; give me some mithridate,
     Some mithridate and oil, good sister, fetch me:
     O, I am Sick at heart, I burn. I burn.
     If you will save my life, go fetch it me.

  Wel. O strange humour! my very breath has poison'd him.

  Brid.
     Good brother be content, what do you mean?
     The strength of these extreme conceits will kill you.

  Dame K.
     Beshrew your heart, blood, brother Wellbred, now,
     For putting such a toy into his head!


  Wel. Is a fit simile a toy? will he be poison'd with a simile?
  Brother Kitely, what a strange and idle imagination is this! For
  shame, be wiser. O' my soul there's no such matter.

  Kit. Am I not sick? how am I then not poison'd? Am I not poison'd?
  how am I then so sick?

  Dame K. If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.

  Wel. His jealousy is the poison he has taken.
                  Enter BRAINWORM, disguised in FORMAL'S clothes.

  Brai. Master Kitely, my master, justice Clement salutes you; and
  desires to speak with you with all possible speed.

  Kit. No time but now, when I think I am sick, very sick! well, I
  will wait upon his worship. Thomas! Cob! I must seek them out, and
  set them sentinels till I return. Thomas! Cob! Thomas!
                                                  [Exit. Wel.
  This is perfectly rare, Brainworm; [takes him aside.] but how
  got'st thou this apparel of the justice's man?

  Brai. Marry, sir, my proper fine pen-man would needs bestow the
  grist on me, at the Windmill, to hear some martial discourse; where
  I so marshall'd him, that I made him drunk with admiration; and,
  because too much heat was the cause of his distemper, I stript him
  stark naked as he lay along asleep, and borrowed his suit to
  deliver this counterfeit message in, leaving a rusty armour, and an
  old brown bill to watch him till my return; which shall be, when I
  have pawn'd his apparel, and spent the better part O' the money,
  perhaps.

  Wel. Well, thou art a successful merry knave, Brainworm: his
  absence will be a good subject for more mirth. I pray thee return
  to thy young master, and will him to meet me and my sister Bridget
  at the Tower instantly; for here, tell him the house is so stored
  with jealousy, there is no room for love to stand up'right in. We
  must get our fortunes committed to some larger prison, say; and
  than the Tower, I know no better air, nor where the liberty of the
  house may do us more present service. Away.
                                                   Exit Brai.

                  Re-enter KITELY, talking aside to CASH.
  Kit.
     Come hither, Thomas. Now my secret's ripe,
     And thou shalt have it: lay to both thine ears.
     Hark what I say to thee. I must go forth, Thomas;
     Be careful of thy promise, keep good watch,
     Note every gallant, and observe him well,
     That enters in my absence to thy mistress:
     If she would shew him rooms, the jest is stale,
     Follow them, Thomas, or else hang on him,
     And let him not go after; mark their looks;
     Note if she offer but to see his band,
     Or any other amorous toy about him;
     But praise his leg, or foot: or if she say
     The day is hot, and bid him feel her hand,
     How hot it is; O, that's a monstrous thing!
     Note me all this, good Thomas, mark their sighs,
     And if they do but whisper, break 'em off:
     I'll bear thee out in it. Wilt thou do this?
     Wilt thou be true, my Thomas?

  Cash.                             As truth's self, sir.

  Kit. Why, I believe thee: Where is Cob, now? Cob!
                                                          [Exit.
  Dame K. He's ever calling for Cob: I wonder how he employs Cob so.

  Wel. Indeed, sister, to ask how he employs Cob, is a necessary
  question for you that are his wife, and a thing not very easy for
  you to be satisfied in; but this I'll assure you, Cob's wife is an
  excellent bawd, sister, and oftentimes your husband haunts her
  house; marry, to what end? I cannot altogether accuse him; imagine
  you what you think convenient: but I have known fair hides have
  foul hearts ere now, sister.

  Dame K. Never said you truer than that, brother, so much I can tell
  you for your learning. Thomas, fetch your cloak and go with me.
  [Exit Gash.] I'll after him presently: I would to fortune I could
  take him there, i'faith, I'd return him his own, I warrant him!
                                                            [Exit.
  Wel. So, let 'em go; this may make sport anon. Now, my fair
  sister-in-law, that you knew but how happy a thing it were to be
  fair and beautiful.

  Brid. That touches not me, brother.

  Wel. That's true; that's even the fault of it; for indeed, beauty
  stands a woman in no stead, unless it procure her touching.--But,
  sister, whether it touch you or no. It touches your beauties; and I
  am sure they will abide the touch; an they do not, a plague of all
  ceruse, say I! and it touches me too in part, though not in
  the--Well, there's a dear and respected friend of mine, sister,
  stands very strongly and worthily affected toward you, and hath
  vowed to inflame whole bonfires of zeal at his heart, in honour of
  your perfections. I have already engaged my promise to bring you
  where you shall hear him confirm much more. Ned Knowell is the man,
  sister: there's no exception against the party. You are ripe for a
  husband; and a minute's loss to such all occasion, is a great
  trespass in a wise beauty. What say you, sister? On 'my soul he
  loves you; will you give him the meeting?

  Brid. Faith, I had very little confidence in mine own constancy,
  brother, if I durst not meet a man; but this motion of yours
  savours of an old knight adventurer's servant a little too much,
  methinks.

  Wel. What' s that, sister?

  Brid. Marry, of the squire.

  Wel. No matter if it did, I would be such an one for my friend. But
  see, who is return'd to hinder us!

  Reenter KITELY.

  Kit.
     What villainy is this? call'd out on a false message!
     This was some plot; I was not sent for.---Bridget,
     Where is your sister?

  Brid. I think she be gone forth, sir.

  Kit. How! is my wife gone forth? whither, for God's sake?

  Brid. She's gone abroad with Thomas.

  Kit.
     Abroad with Thomas! Oh, that villain dors me:
     Beast that I was, to trust him! whither, I pray you,
     Went she?

  Brid. I know not, sir.

  Wel. I'll tell you, brother, Whither I suspect she's gone;

  Kit. Whither, good brother?

  Wel. To Cob's house, I believe: but, keep my counsel.

  Kit.
     I will, I will: to Cob's house! doth she haunt Cob's?
     She's gone a purpose now to cuckold me,
     With that lewd rascal, who, to win her favour,
     Hath told her all.
                                                           [Exit.
  Wel.                 Come, he is once more gone,
  Sister, let's lose no time; the affair is worth it.     [Exeunt.



                        SCENE VII.---A Street.
                      Enter MATHEW and BOBADILL.

  Mat. I wonder, captain, what they will say of my going away, ha?

  Bob. Why, what should they say; but as of a discreet gentleman;
  quick, wary, respectful of nature's fair lineaments? and that's
  all.

  Mat. Why so! but what can they say of your beating?

  Bob. A rude part, a touch with soft wood, a kind of gross battery
  used, laid on strongly, borne most patiently; and that's all.

  Mat. Ay, but would any man have offered it in Venice, as you say?
  Bob. Tut! I assure you, no: you shall have there your nobilis, your
  gentilezza, come in bravely upon your reverse, stand you close,
  stand you firm, stand you fair, save your retricato with his left
  leg, come to the assalto with the right, thrust with brave steel,
  defy your base wood! But wherefore do I awake this remembrance? I
  was fascinated, by Jupiter; fascinated, but I will be unwitch'd
  and revenged by law.

  Mat. Do you hear? is it not best to get a warrant, and have him
  arrested and brought before justice Clement?

  Bob. It were not amiss; would we had it!
                              Enter BRAINWORM disguised as FORMAL.

  Mat. Why, here comes his man; let's speak to him.

  Bob. Agreed, do you speak,

  Mat. Save you, sir.

  Brai. With all my heart, sir.

  Mat. Sir, there is one Downright hath abused this gentleman and
  myself, and we determine to make our amends by law: now, if you
  would do us the favour to procure a warrant to bring him afore your
  master, you shall be well considered, I assure you, sir.

  Brai. Sir, you know my service is my living; such favours as these
  gotten of my master is his only preferment, and therefore you must
  consider me as I may make benefit of my place.

  Mat. How is that, Sir?

  Brai. Faith, sir, the thing is extraordinary, and the gentleman may
  be of great account; yet, be he what he will, if you will lay me
  down a brace of angels in my hand you shall have it, otherwise not.

  Mat. How shall we do, captain? he asks a brace of angels, you have
  no money?

  Bob. Not a cross, by fortune.

  Mat. Nor I, as I am a gentleman, but twopence left of my two
  shillings in the morning for wine and radish: let's find him some
  pawn.

  Bob. Pawn! we have none to the value of his demand.

  Mat. O, yes; I'll pawn this jewel in my ear, and you may pawn your
  silk stockings, and pull up your boots, they will ne'er be mist: it
  must be done now.

  Bob. Well, an there be no remedy, I'll step aside and pull them
  off.
                                                      [Withdraws.
  Mat. Do you hear, sir? we have no store of money at this time, but
  you shall have good pawns; look you, sir, this jewel, and that
  gentleman's silk stockings; because we would have it dispatch'd ere
  we went to our chambers.

  Brai. I am content, sir; I will get you the What's his name, say
  you? Downright?

  Mat. Ay, ay, George Downright.

  Brai. What manner of man is he?

  Mat. A tall big man, sir; he goes in a cloak most commonly of
  silk-russet, laid about with russet lace.

  Brai. 'Tis very good, sir.

  Mat. Here, Sir, here's my jewel.

  Bob. [returning.] And here are my stockings.

  Brai. Well, gentlemen, I'll procure you this warrant presently; but
  who will you have to serve it?

  Mat. That's true, captain: that must be considered.

  Bob. Body O' me, I know not; 'tis service of danger.

  Brai. Why, you were best get one O' the varlets of the city, a
  serjeant: I'll appoint you one, if you please.

  Mat. Will you, sir? why, we can wish no better.

  Bob. We'll leave it to you, sir.
                                           [Exeunt Bob. and Mat.
  Brai. This is rare! Now will I go and pawn this cloak of the
  justice's man's at the broker's, for a varlet's suit, and be the
  varlet myself; and get either more pawns, or more money of
  Downright, for the arrest.
                                                      [Exit.



                SCENE VIII.-The Lane before COB'S House.
                           Enter KNOWELL.

  Know.
     Oh, here it is; I am glad I have found it now;
     Ho! who is within here?

  Tib. [within.] I am within, sir; what's your pleasure?

  Know. To know who is within beside yourself.

  Tib. Why, sir, you are no constable, I hope?

  Know.
     O, fear you the constable? then I doubt not,
     You have some guests within deserve that fear;
     I'll fetch him straight.

                               Enter TIB.

  Tib.                           O' God's name, sir!

  Know. Go to: come tell me, is not young Knowell here?

  Tib. Young Knowell! I know none such, sir, o' mine honesty.

  Know.
     Your honesty, dame! it flies too lightly from you.
     There is no way but fetch the constable.

  Tib. The constable! the man is mad, I think.
                                    [Exit, and claps to the door.

                 Enter Dame KITELY and CASH.

  Cash. Ho! who keeps house here?

  Know.
     O, this is the female copesmate of my son:
     Now shall I meet him straight.

  Dame K. Knock, Thomas, hard.

  Cash. Ho, goodwife!
                            Re-enter TIB.
  Tib. Why, what's the matter with you?

  Dame K.
     Why, woman, grieves it you to ope your door?
     Belike you get something to keep it shut.

  Tib. What mean these questions, pray ye?

  Dame K. So strange you make it! is not my husband here?

  Know. Her husband!

  Dame K. My tried husband, master Kitely?

  Tib. I hope he needs not to be tried here.

  Dame K. No, dame, he does it not for need, but pleasure.

  Tib. Neither for need nor pleasure is he here.

  Know. This is but a device to balk me withal:
                               Enter KITELY, muffled in his cloak.
  Soft, who is this? 'tis not my son disguised?

  Dame K.           [spies her husband, and runs to him.]
     O, sir, have I fore-stall'd your honest market,
     Found your close walks? You stand amazed now, do you?
     I'faith, I am glad I have smok'd you yet at last.
     What is your jewel, trow? In, come, let's see her;
     Fetch forth your housewife, dame; if she be fairer,
     In any honest judgment, than myself,
     I'll be content with it: but she is change,
     She feeds you fat, she soothes your appetite,
     And you are well! Your wife, an honest woman,
     Is meat twice sod to you, sir! O, you treachour!

  Know. She cannot counterfeit thus palpably.

  Kit.
     Out on thy more than strumpet impudence!
     Steal'st thou thus to thy haunts? and have I taken
     Thy bawd and thee, and thy companion,
     This hoary-headed letcher, this old goat,
     Close at your villainy, and would'st thou 'scuse it
     With this stale harlot's jest, accusing me?
     O, old incontinent, [to Knowell.] dost thou not shame,
     When all thy powers in chastity are spent,
     To have a mind so hot? and to entice,
     And feed the enticements of a lustful woman?

  Dame K. Out, I defy thee, I, dissembling wretch!

  Kit.
     Defy me, strumpet! Ask thy pander here,
     Can he deny it; or that wicked elder?

  Know. Why, hear you, sir.

  Kit.
     Tut, tut, tut; never speak:
     Thy guilty conscience will discover thee.

  Know. What lunacy is this, that haunts this man?
  Kit.
     Well, good wife bawd, Cob's wife, and you,
     That make your husband such a hoddy-doddy;
     And you, young apple-squire, and old cuckold-maker;
     I'll have you every one before a justice:
     Nay, you shall answer it, I charge you go.

  Know.
     Marry, with all my heart, sir, I go willingly;
     Though I do taste this as a trick put on me,
     To punish my impertinent search, and justly,
     And half forgive my son for the device.

  Kit. Come, will you go?

  Dame K.                 Go! to thy shame believe it.

                           Enter Cob.

  Cob. Why, what's the matter here, 'what's here to do?

  Kit.
     O; Cob, art thou come? I have been abused,
     And in thy house; was never man so wrong'd!

  Cob. 'Slid, in my house, my master Kitely! who wrongs you in
  my house? '

  Kit.
     Marry, young lust in old, and old in young here:
     Thy wife's their bawd, here have I taken them.

  Cob. How, bawd! is my house come to that? Am I preferr'd thither?
  Did I not charge you to keep your doors shut, Isbel? and---you
  let them lie open for all comers!          [Beats his wife.

  Know. Friend, know some cause, before thou beat'st thy wife.
  This is madness in thee.

  Cob.                      Why, is there no cause?

  Kit.
     Yes, I'll shew cause before the justice, Cob:
     Come, let her go with me.

  Cob. Nay, she shall go.

  Tib. Nay, I will go. I'll see an you may be allowed to make a
  bundle of hemp of your right and lawful wife thus, at every
  cuckoldy knave's pleasure. Why do you not go?

  Kit. A bitter quean! Come, we will have you tamed.
                                                    [Exeunt.


                         SCENE IX.---A Street.
             Enter BRAINWORM, disguised as a City Serjeant.

  Brai. Well, of all my disguises yet, now am I most like myself,
  being in this serjeant's gown. A man of my present profession never
  counterfeits, till he lays hold upon a debtor, and says, he rests
  him; for then he brings him to all manner of unrest. A kind of
  little kings we are, bearing the diminutive of a mace, made like a
  young artichoke, that always carries pepper and salt in itself.
  Well, I know not what danger I undergo by this exploit; pray Heaven
  I come well off!
                    Enter MATHEW and BOBADILL.

  Mat. See, I think, yonder is the varlet, by his gown.

  Bob. Let's go in quest of him.

  Mat. 'Save you, friend! 'are not you here by appointment of justice
  Clement's man?

  Brai. Yes, an't please you, sir; he told me, two gentlemen had
  will'd him to procure a warrant from his master, which I have about
  me, to be served on one Downright.

  Mat. It is honestly done of you both; and see where the party comes
  you must arrest; serve it upon him quickly afore he be aware.

  Bob. Bear back, master Mathew.

                 Enter STEPHEN in DOWNRIGHT'S cloak.

  Brai. Master Downright, I arrest you in the queen's name, and must
  carry you afore a justice by virtue of this warrant:

  Step. Me, friend! I am no Downright, I; I am master Stephen; You do
  not well to arrest me, I tell you, truly; I am in nobody's bonds
  nor books, I would you should know it. A plague on you heartily,
  for making me thus afraid afore my time!

  Brai. Why, now you are deceived, gentlemen.

  Bob. He wears such a cloak, and that deceived us: but see, here a'
  comes indeed; this is he; officer.

                         Enter DOWNRIGHT.

  Dow. Why how now, signior gull! are you turn'd filcher of late!
  Come, deliver my cloak.

  Step. Your cloak, sir! I bought it even now, in open market.

  Brai. Master Downright, I have a warrant I must serve upon you,
  procured by these two gentlemen.

  Dow. These gentlemen! these rascals!
                                         [Offers to beat them.
  Brai. Keep the peace, I charge you in her majesty's name.

  Dow. I obey thee. What must I do, officer?

  Brai. Go before master justice Clement; to answer that they can
  object against you, sir: I will use you kindly, sir.

  Mat. Come, let's before, and make the justice, captain.

  Bob. The varlet's a tall man, afore heaven!
                                          [Exeunt Bob. and Mat.

  Dow. Gull, you'll give me my cloak.

  Step. Sir, I bought it, and I'll keep it.

  Dow. You will?

  Step. Ay, that I will.

  Dow. Officer, there's thy fee, arrest him.

  Brai. Master Stephen I must arrest you.

  Step. Arrest me! I scorn it. There, take your cloak, I'll none
  on't.

  Dow. Nay, that shall not serve your turn now, sir. Officer, I'll go
  with thee to the justice's; bring him along.

  Step. Why, is not here your cloak? what would you have?

  Dow. I'll have you answer it, sir.

  Brai. Sir, I'll take your word, and this gentleman's too, for his
  appearance.

  Dow. I'll have no words taken: bring him along.

  Brai. Sir, I may choose to do that, I may take bail.

  Dow. 'Tis true, you may take bail, and choose at another time: but
  you shall not now, varlet: bring him along, or I'll swinge you.

  Brai. Sir, I pity the gentleman's case: here's your money again.

  Dow. 'Sdeins, tell not me of my money; bring him away, I say.

  Brai. I warrant you he will go with you of himself, sir.

  Dow. Yet more ado?

  Brai. I have made a fair mash on't;
                                                  Aside.


  Step. Must I go?

  Brai. I know no remedy, master Stephen.

  Dow. Come along afore me here; I do not love your hanging look
  behind.

  Step. Why, sir, I hope you cannot hang me for it: can he, fellow?

  Brai. I think not, sir; it is but a whipping matter, sure.
                                                    [Exeunt.






ACT V

                  SCENE I.-Coleman Street.
              A Hall in Justice CLEMENT'S House.

      Enter CLEMENT, KNOWELL, KITELY, Dame K., TIB., CASH,
                     COB, and Servants.

  Step. Why then let him do his worst, I am resolute.

  Clem. Nay, but stay, stay, give me leave: my chair, sirrah. You,
  master Knowell, say you went thither to meet your son?

  Know. Ay, sir.

  Clem. But who directed you thither? Know. That did mine own man,
  sir.

  Clem. Where is he?

  Know. Nay, I know not now; I left him with your clerk, and
  appointed him to stay here for me.

  Clem. My clerk! about what time was this?

  Know. Marry, between one and two, as I take it.

  Clem. And what time came my man with the false message to you,
  master Kitely?

  Kit. After two, sir.

  Clem. Very good: but, mistress Kitely, how chance that you were at
  Cob's, ha?

  Dame K. An't please you, sir, I'll tell you: my brother Wellbred
  told me, that Cob's house was a suspected place--

  Clem. So it appears, methinks: but on.

  Dame K. And that my husband used thither daily.

  Clem. No matter, so he used himself well, mistress.

  Dame K. True, sir: but you know what grows by such haunts
  oftentimes.

  Clem. I see rank fruits of a jealous brain, mistress Kitely: but
  did you find your husband there, in that case as you suspected?

  Kit. I found her there, sir.

  Clem. Did you, so! that alters the case. Who gave you knowledge of
  your wife's being there?

  Kit. Marry, that did my brother Wellbred.

  Clem. How, Wellbred first tell her; then tell you after! Where is
  Wellbred?

  Kit. Gone with my sister, sir, I know not whither.

  Clem. Why this is a mere trick, a device; you are gull'd in this
  most grossly all. Alas, poor wench! wert thou beaten for this?

  Tib. Yell, most pitifully, an't please you.

  Cob. And worthily, I hope, if it shall prove so.

  Clem. Ay, that's like, and a piece of a sentence.--
                                Enter a Servant.

  How now, sir! what's the matter?

  Serv. Sir, there's a gentleman in the court without, desires to
  speak with your worship.

  Clem. A gentleman! what is he?

  Serv. A soldier, sir, he says.

  Clem. A soldier! take down my armour, my sword quickly. A soldier
  speak with me! Why, when, knaves? Come on, come on; [arms himself]
  hold my cap there, so; give me my gorget, my sword: stand by, I
  will end your matters anon.--Let the soldier enter.
                                              [Exit Servant.
             Enter BOBADILL, followed by MATHEW.

  Now, sir, what have you to say to me? Bob. By your worship's
  favour--

  Clem. Nay, keep out, sir; I know not your pretence. You send me
  word, sir, you are a soldier: why, sir, you shall be answer'd here:
  here be them that have been amongst soldiers. Sir, your pleasure.

  Bob. Faith, sir, so it is, this gentleman and myself have been most
  uncivilly wrong'd and beaten by one Downright, a coarse fellow,
  about the town here; and for mine own part, I protest, being a man
  in no sort given to this filthy humour of quarrelling, he hath
  assaulted me in the way of my peace, despoiled me of mine honour,
  disarmed me of my weapons, and rudely laid me along in the open
  streets, when I not so much as once offered to resist him.

  Clem. O, God's precious! is this the soldier? Here, take my armour
  off quickly, 'twill make him swoon, I fear; he is not fit to look
  on't, that will put up a blow.

  Mat. An't please your worship, he was bound to the peace.

  Clem. Why, an he were, sir, his hands were not bound, were they?
                                          Re-enter Servant.

  Serv. There's one of the varlets of the city, sir, has brought two
  gentlemen here; one, upon your worship's warrant.

  Clem. My warrant!

  Serv. Yes, sir; the officer says, procured by these two.

  Clem. Bid him come in. [Exit Servant.] Set by this picture.
         Enter DOWNRIGHT, STEPHEN, and BRAINWORM, disguised as before.

  What, Master Downright! are you brought in at Mr. Freshwater's suit
  here?

  Dow. I'faith, sir, and here's another brought at my suit.

  Clem. What are you, sir?

  Step. A gentleman, sir. O, uncle!

  Clem. Uncle! who, Master Knowell?

  Know. Ay, sir; this is a wise kinsman of mine.

  Step. God's my witness, uncle, I am wrong'd here monstrously, he
  charges me with stealing of his cloak, and would I might never
  stir, if I did not find it in the street by chance.

  Dow. O, did you find it now? You said you bought it erestwhile.

  Step. And you said, I stole it: nay, now my uncle is here, I'll do
  well enough with you.

  Clem. Well, let this breathe awhile. You that have cause to
  complain there, stand forth: Had you my warrant for this
  gentleman's apprehension?

  Bob. Ay, an't please your worship.

  Clem. Nay, do not speak in passion so: where had you it?

  Bob. Of your clerk, sir.

  Clem. That's well! an my clerk can make warrants, and my hand not
  at them! Where is the warrant-officer, have you it?

  Brai. No, sir; your worship's man, Master Formal, bid me do it for
  these gentlemen, and he would be my discharge.

  Clem. Why, Master Downright, are you such a novice, to be ser'ved
  and never see the warrant?

  Dow. Sir, he did not serve it on me.

  Clem. No! how then?

  Dow. Marry, sir, he came to me, and said he must serve it, and he
  would use me kindly, and so--

  Clem. O, God's pity, was it so, sir? He must serve it! Give me my
  long sword there, and help me off. So, come on, sir varlet, I must
  cut off your legs, sirrah; [Brainworm kneels.] nay, stand up, I'll
  use you kindly, I must cut off your legs, I say.
                        [Flourishes over him with his long sword.

  Brai. O, good sir, I beseech you; nay, good master justice!

  Clem. I must do it, there is no remedy; I must cut off your legs,
  sirrrah, I must cut off your ears, you rascal, I must do it: I must
  cut off your nose, I must cut off your head.

  Brai. O, good your worship!

  Clem. Well, rise; how dost thou do now? dost thou feel thyself
  well? hast thou no harm?

  Brai. No, I thank your good worship, sir.

  Clem. Why so! I said I must cut off thy legs, and I must cut off
  thy arms, and I must cut off thy head; but I did not do it: so you
  said you must serve this gentleman with my warrant, but you did not
  serve him. You knave, you slave, you rogue, do you say you must,
  sirrah! away with him to the jail; I'll teach you a trick for your
  must, sir.

  Brai. Good sir, I beseech you, be good to me.

  Clem. Tell him he shall to the jail; away with him, I say.

  Brai. Nay, sir, if you will commit me, it shall be for committing
  more than this: I will not lose by my travail any grain of my fame,
  certain.
                 [Throws off his serjeant's gown.

  Clem. How is this?

  Know. My man Brainworm!

  Step. O, yes, uncle; Brainworm has been with my cousin Edward and I
  all this day.

  Clem. I told you all there was some device.

  Brai. Nay, excellent justice, since I have laid myself thus open to
  you, now stand strong for me; both with your sword and your
  balance.

  Clem. Body O' me, a merry knave! give me a bowl of sack: if he
  belong to you, Master Knowell, I bespeak your patience.

  Brai. That is it I have most need of; Sir, if you'll pardon me,
  only, I'll glory in all the rest of my exploits.

  Know. Sir, you know I love not to have my favours come hard from
  me. You have your pardon, though I suspect you shrewdly for being
  of counsel with my son against me.

  Brai. Yes, faith, I have, sir, though you retain'd me doubly this
  morning for yourself: first as Brainworm; after, as Fitz-Sword. I
  was your reform'd soldier, sir. 'Twas I sent you to Cob's upon the
  errand without end.

  Know. Is it possible? or that thou should'st disguise thy language
  so as I should not know thee?

  Brai. O, sir, this has been the day of my metamorphosis. It is not
  that shape alone that I have run through to-day. I brought this
  gentleman, master Kitely, a message too, in the form of master
  Justice's man here, to draw him out O' the way, as well as your
  worship, while master Wellbred might make a conveyance of mistress
  Bridget to my young master.

  Kit. How! My sister stolen away? Know. My son is not married, I
  hope.

  Brai. Faith, Sir, they are both as sure as love, a priest, and
  three thousand pound, which is her portion, can make them; and by
  this time are ready to bespeak their wedding-supper at the
  Windmill, except some friend here prevent them, and invite them
  home.

  Clem. Marry, that will I; I thank thee for putting me in mind on't.
  Sirrah, go you and fetch them hither upon my warrant. [Exit
  Servant.] Neither's friends have cause to be sorry, if I know the
  young couple aright. Here, I drink to thee for thy good news. But I
  pray thee, what hast thou done with my man, Formal?

  Brai. Faith, sir, after some ceremony past, as making him drunk,
  first with story, and then with wine, (but all in kindness,) and
  stripping him to his shirt, I left him in that cool vein; departed,
  sold your worship's warrant to these two, pawn'd his livery for
  that varlet's gown, to serve it in; and thus have brought myself by
  my activity to your worship's consideration.

  Clem. And I will consider thee in another cup of sack. Here's to
  thee, which having drunk off this my sentence: Pledge me. Thou hast
  done, or assisted to nothing, in my judgment, but deserves to be
  pardon'd for the wit of the offence. If thy master, or any man
  here, be angry with thee, I shall suspect his ingine, while I know
  him, for't. How now, what noise is that?

                             Enter Servant.

  Serv. Sir, it is Roger is come home.

  Clem. Bring him in, bring him in.
                          Enter FORMAL in a suit of armour.

  What! drunk? in arms against me? your reason, your reason for this?

  Form. I beseech your worship to pardon me; I happened into ill
  company by chance, that cast me into a sleep, and stript me of all
  my clothes.

  Clem. Well, tell him I am Justice Clement, and do pardon him: but
  what is this to your armour? what may that signify?

  Form. An't please you, sir, it hung up in the room where I was
  stript; and I borrow'd it of one of the drawers to come home in,
  because I was loth to do penance through the street in my shirt.

  Clem. Well, stand by a while.
                          Enter E. KNOWELL, WELLBRED, and BRIDGET.

  Who be these? O, the young company; welcome, welcome! Give you joy.
  Nay, mistress Bridget, blush not; you are not so fresh a bride, but
  the news of it is come hither afore you. Master bridegroom, I have
  made your peace, give me your hand: so will I for all the rest ere
  you forsake my roof.

  E. Know. We are the more bound to your humanity, sir.

  Clem. Only these two have so little of man in them, they are no
  part of my care.

  Wel. Yes, sir, let me pray you for this gentleman, he belongs to my
  sister the bride.

  Clem. In what place, sir?

  Wel. Of her delight, sir, below the stairs, and in public: her
  poet, sir.

  Clem. A poet! I will challenge him myself presently at extempore.

      Mount up thy Phlegon, Muse, and testify,
        How Saturn, sitting in an ebon cloud,
      Disrobed his podex, white as ivory,
        And through the welkin thunder'd all aloud.


  Wel. He is not for extempore, sir: he is all for the pocket muse;
  please you command a sight of it.

  Clem. Yes, yes, search him for a taste of his vein. [They search
  Mathew's pockets.

  Wel. You must not deny the queen's justice, sir, under a writ of
  rebellion.

  Clem. What! all this verse? body O' me, he carries a whole realm, a
  commonwealth of paper in his hose: let us see some of his subjects.

                                                     [Reads.
      Unto the boundless ocean of thy face,
      Runs this poor river, charg'd with streams of eyes.

  How! this is stolen.

  E. Know. A parody! a parody! with a kind of miraculous gift, to
  make it absurder than it was.

  Clem. Is all the rest of this batch? bring me a torch; lay it
  together, and give fire. Cleanse the air. [Sets the papers on
  fire.] Here was enough to have infected the whole city, if it had
  not been taken in time. See, see, how our poet's glory shines!
  brighter and brighter! still it increases! O, now it is at the
  highest; and now it declines as fast. You may see, sic transit
  gloria mundi!

  Know. There's an emblem for you, son, and your studies.

  Clem. Nay, no speech or act of mine be drawn against such as
  profess it worthily. They are not born every year, as an alderman.
  There goes more to the making of a good poet, than a sheriff.
  Master Kitely, you look upon me!--though I live in the city here,
  amongst you, I will do more reverence to him, when I meet him, than
  I will to the mayor out of his year. But these paper-pedlars! these
  ink-dabblers! they cannot expect reprehension or reproach; they
  have it with the fact,

  E. Know. Sir, you have saved me the labour of a defence.

  Clem. It shall be discourse for supper between your father and me,
  if he dare undertake me. But to dispatch away these, you sign O'
  the soldier, and picture of the poet, (but both so false, I will
  not have you hanged out at my door till midnight,) while we are at
  supper, you two shall penitently fast it out in my court without;
  and, if you will, you may pray there that we may be so merry within
  as to forgive or forget you when we come out. Here's a third,
  because we tender your safety, shall watch you, he is provided for
  the purpose. Look to your charge, sir.

  Step. And what shall I do?

  Clem. O! I had lost a sheep an he had not bleated: why, sir, you
  shall give master Downright his cloak; and I will intreat him to
  take it. A trencher and a napkin you shall have in the buttery, and
  keep Cob and his wife company here; whom I will intreat first to be
  reconciled; and you to endeavour with your wit to keep them so.

  Step. I'll do my best.

  Cob. Why, now I see thou art honest, Tib, I receive thee as my dear
  and mortal wife again.

  Tib. And I you, as my loving and obedient husband.

  Clem. Good compliment! It will be their bridal night too. They are
  married anew. Come, I conjure the rest to put off all discontent.
  You, master Downright, your anger; you, master Knowell, your cares;
  Master Kitely and his wife, their jealousy.

   For, I must tell you both, while that is fed,
   Horns in the mind are worse than on the head.


  Kit. Sir, thus they go from me; kiss me, sweetheart.

      See what a drove of horns fly in the air,
      Wing'd with my cleansed and my credulous breath!
      Watch' em suspicious eyes, watch where they fall.
      See, see! on heads that think they have none at all!
      O, what a plenteous world of this will come!
      When air rains horns, all may be sure of some!

  I have learn'd so much verse out of a jealous man's part in a play.

  Clem. 'Tis well, 'tis well! This night we'll dedicate to
  friendship, love, and laughter. Master bridegroom, take your bride
  and lead; every one a fellow. Here is my mistress, Brainworm! to
  whom all my addresses of courtship shall have their reference:
  whose adventures this day, when our grandchildren shall hear to be
  made a fable, I doubt not but it shall find both spectators and
  applause.
                                                   [Exeunt.





GLOSSARY


ABATE, cast down, subdue.

ABHORRING, repugnant (to), at variance.

ABJECT, base, degraded thing, outcast.

ABRASE, smooth, blank.

ABSOLUTE(LY), faultless(ly).

ABSTRACTED, abstract, abstruse.

ABUSE, deceive, insult, dishonour, make ill use of.

ACATER, caterer.

ACATES, cates.

ACCEPTIVE, willing, ready to accept, receive.

ACCOMMODATE, fit, befitting. (The word was a fashionable one and used on
all occasions. See "Henry IV.," pt. 2, iii. 4).

ACCOST, draw near, approach.

ACKNOWN, confessedly acquainted with.

ACME, full maturity.

ADALANTADO, lord deputy or governor of a Spanish province.

ADJECTION, addition.

ADMIRATION, astonishment.

ADMIRE, wonder, wonder at.

ADROP, philosopher's stone, or substance from which obtained.

ADSCRIVE, subscribe.

ADULTERATE, spurious, counterfeit.

ADVANCE, lift.

ADVERTISE, inform, give intelligence.

ADVERTISED, "be--," be it known to you.

ADVERTISEMENT, intelligence.

ADVISE, consider, bethink oneself, deliberate.

ADVISED, informed, aware; "are you--?" have you found that out?

AFFECT, love, like; aim at; move.

AFFECTED, disposed; beloved.

AFFECTIONATE, obstinate; prejudiced.

AFFECTS, affections.

AFFRONT, "give the--," face.

AFFY, have confidence in; betroth.

AFTER, after the manner of.

AGAIN, AGAINST, in anticipation of.

AGGRAVATE, increase, magnify, enlarge upon.

AGNOMINATION. See Paranomasie.

AIERY, nest, brood.

AIM, guess.

ALL HID, children's cry at hide-and-seek.

ALL-TO, completely, entirely ("all-to-be-laden").

ALLOWANCE, approbation, recognition.

ALMA-CANTARAS (astronomy), parallels of altitude.

ALMAIN, name of a dance.

ALMUTEN, planet of chief influence in the horoscope.

ALONE, unequalled, without peer.

ALUDELS, subliming pots.

AMAZED, confused, perplexed.

AMBER, AMBRE, ambergris.

AMBREE, MARY, a woman noted for her valour at the siege of Ghent, 1458.

AMES-ACE, lowest throw at dice.

AMPHIBOLIES, ambiguities.

AMUSED, bewildered, amazed.

AN, if.

ANATOMY, skeleton, or dissected body.

ANDIRONS, fire-dogs.

ANGEL, gold coin worth 10 shillings, stamped with the figure of the
archangel Michael.

ANNESH CLEARE, spring known as Agnes le Clare.

ANSWER, return hit in fencing.

ANTIC, ANTIQUE, clown, buffoon.

ANTIC, like a buffoon.

ANTIPERISTASIS, an opposition which enhances the quality it opposes.

APOZEM, decoction.

APPERIL, peril.

APPLE-JOHN, APPLE-SQUIRE, pimp, pander.

APPLY, attach.

APPREHEND, take into custody.

APPREHENSIVE, quick of perception; able to perceive and appreciate.

APPROVE, prove, confirm.

APT, suit, adapt; train, prepare; dispose, incline.

APT(LY), suitable(y), opportune(ly).

APTITUDE, suitableness.

ARBOR, "make the--," cut up the game (Gifford).

ARCHES, Court of Arches.

ARCHIE, Archibald Armstrong, jester to James I. and Charles I.

ARGAILE, argol, crust or sediment in wine casks.

ARGENT-VIVE, quicksilver.

ARGUMENT, plot of a drama; theme, subject; matter in question; token,
proof.

ARRIDE, please.

ARSEDINE, mixture of copper and zinc, used as an imitation of gold-leaf.

ARTHUR, PRINCE, reference to an archery show by a society who assumed
arms, etc., of Arthur's knights.

ARTICLE, item.

ARTIFICIALLY, artfully.

ASCENSION, evaporation, distillation.

ASPIRE, try to reach, obtain, long for.

ASSALTO (Italian), assault.

ASSAY, draw a knife along the belly of the deer, a ceremony of the
hunting-field.

ASSOIL, solve.

ASSURE, secure possession or reversion of.

ATHANOR, a digesting furnace, calculated to keep up a constant heat.

ATONE, reconcile.

ATTACH, attack, seize.

AUDACIOUS, having spirit and confidence.

AUTHENTIC(AL), of authority, authorised, trustworthy, genuine.

AVISEMENT, reflection, consideration.

AVOID, begone! get rid of.

AWAY WITH, endure.

AZOCH, Mercurius Philosophorum.

BABION, baboon.

BABY, doll.

BACK-SIDE, back premises.

BAFFLE, treat with contempt.

BAGATINE, Italian coin, worth about the third of a farthing.

BAIARD, horse of magic powers known to old romance.

BALDRICK, belt worn across the breast to support bugle, etc.

BALE (of dice), pair.

BALK, overlook, pass by, avoid.

BALLACE, ballast.

BALLOO, game at ball.

BALNEUM (BAIN MARIE), a vessel for holding hot water in which other
vessels are stood for heating.

BANBURY, "brother of--," Puritan.

BANDOG, dog tied or chained up.

BANE, woe, ruin.

BANQUET, a light repast; dessert.

BARB, to clip gold.

BARBEL, fresh-water fish.

BARE, meer; bareheaded; it was "a particular mark of state and grandeur
for the coachman to be uncovered" (Gifford).

BARLEY-BREAK, game somewhat similar to base.

BASE, game of prisoner's base.

BASES, richly embroidered skirt reaching to the knees, or lower.

BASILISK, fabulous reptile, believed to slay with its eye.

BASKET, used for the broken provision collected for prisoners.

BASON, basons, etc., were beaten by the attendant mob when bad
characters were "carted."

BATE, be reduced; abate, reduce.

BATOON, baton, stick.

BATTEN, feed, grow fat.

BAWSON, badger.

BEADSMAN, prayer-man, one engaged to pray for another.

BEAGLE, small hound; fig. spy.

BEAR IN HAND, keep in suspense, deceive with false hopes.

BEARWARD, bear leader.

BEDPHERE. See Phere.

BEDSTAFF, (?) wooden pin in the side of the bedstead for supporting
the bedclothes (Johnson); one of the sticks or "laths"; a stick used in
making a bed.

BEETLE, heavy mallet.

BEG, "I'd--him," the custody of minors and idiots was begged for;
likewise property fallen forfeit to the Crown ("your house had been
begged").

BELL-MAN, night watchman.

BENJAMIN, an aromatic gum.

BERLINA, pillory.

BESCUMBER, defile.

BESLAVE, beslabber.

BESOGNO, beggar.

BESPAWLE, bespatter.

BETHLEHEM GABOR, Transylvanian hero, proclaimed King of Hungary.

BEVER, drinking.

BEVIS, SIR, knight of romance whose horse was equally celebrated.

BEWRAY, reveal, make known.

BEZANT, heraldic term: small gold circle.

BEZOAR'S STONE, a remedy known by this name was a supposed antidote to
poison.

BID-STAND, highwayman.

BIGGIN, cap, similar to that worn by the Beguines; nightcap.

BILIVE (belive), with haste.

BILK, nothing, empty talk.

BILL, kind of pike.

BILLET, wood cut for fuel, stick.

BIRDING, thieving.

BLACK SANCTUS, burlesque hymn, any unholy riot.

BLANK, originally a small French coin.

BLANK, white.

BLANKET, toss in a blanket.

BLAZE, outburst of violence.

BLAZE, (her.) blazon; publish abroad.

BLAZON, armorial bearings; fig. all that pertains to good birth and
breeding.

BLIN, "withouten--," without ceasing.

BLOW, puff up.

BLUE, colour of servants' livery, hence "--order," "--waiters."

BLUSHET, blushing one.

BOB, jest, taunt.

BOB, beat, thump.

BODGE, measure.

BODKIN, dagger, or other short, pointed weapon; long pin with which the
women fastened up their hair.

BOLT, roll (of material).

BOLT, dislodge, rout out; sift (boulting-tub).

BOLT'S-HEAD, long, straight-necked vessel for distillation.

BOMBARD SLOPS, padded, puffed-out breeches.

BONA ROBA, "good, wholesome, plum-cheeked wench" (Johnson) --not always
used in compliment.

BONNY-CLABBER, sour butter-milk.

BOOKHOLDER, prompter.

BOOT, "to--," into the bargain; "no--," of no avail.

BORACHIO, bottle made of skin.

BORDELLO, brothel.

BORNE IT, conducted, carried it through.

BOTTLE (of hay), bundle, truss.

BOTTOM, skein or ball of thread; vessel.

BOURD, jest.

BOVOLI, snails or cockles dressed in the Italian manner (Gifford).

BOW-POT, flower vase or pot.

BOYS, "terrible--," "angry--," roystering young bucks. (See Nares).

BRABBLES (BRABBLESH), brawls.

BRACH, bitch.

BRADAMANTE, a heroine in "Orlando Furioso."

BRADLEY, ARTHUR OF, a lively character commemorated in ballads.

BRAKE, frame for confining a horse's feet while being shod, or strong
curb or bridle; trap.

BRANCHED, with "detached sleeve ornaments, projecting from the shoulders
of the gown" (Gifford).

BRANDISH, flourish of weapon.

BRASH, brace.

BRAVE, bravado, braggart speech.

BRAVE (adv.), gaily, finely (apparelled).

BRAVERIES, gallants.

BRAVERY, extravagant gaiety of apparel.

BRAVO, bravado, swaggerer.

BRAZEN-HEAD, speaking head made by Roger Bacon.

BREATHE, pause for relaxation; exercise.

BREATH UPON, speak dispraisingly of.

BREND, burn.

BRIDE-ALE, wedding feast.

BRIEF, abstract; (mus.) breve.

BRISK, smartly dressed.

BRIZE, breese, gadfly.

BROAD-SEAL, state seal.

BROCK, badger (term of contempt).

BROKE, transact business as a broker.

BROOK, endure, put up with.

BROUGHTON, HUGH, an English divine and Hebrew scholar.

BRUIT, rumour.

BUCK, wash.

BUCKLE, bend.

BUFF, leather made of buffalo skin, used for military and serjeants'
coats, etc.

BUFO, black tincture.

BUGLE, long-shaped bead.

BULLED, (?) bolled, swelled.

BULLIONS, trunk hose.

BULLY, term of familiar endearment.

BUNGY, Friar Bungay, who had a familiar in the shape of a dog.

BURDEN, refrain, chorus.

BURGONET, closely-fitting helmet with visor.

BURGULLION, braggadocio.

BURN, mark wooden measures ("--ing of cans").

BURROUGH, pledge, security.

BUSKIN, half-boot, foot gear reaching high up the leg.

BUTT-SHAFT, barbless arrow for shooting at butts.

BUTTER, NATHANIEL ("Staple of News"), a compiler of general news. (See
Cunningham).

BUTTERY-HATCH, half-door shutting off the buttery, where provisions and
liquors were stored.

BUY, "he bought me," formerly the guardianship of wards could be bought.

BUZ, exclamation to enjoin silence.

BUZZARD, simpleton.

BY AND BY, at once.

BY(E), "on the __," incidentally, as of minor or secondary importance;
at the side.

BY-CHOP, by-blow, bastard.

CADUCEUS, Mercury's wand.

CALIVER, light kind of musket.

CALLET, woman of ill repute.

CALLOT, coif worn on the wigs of our judges or serjeants-at-law
(Gifford).

CALVERED, crimped, or sliced and pickled. (See Nares).

CAMOUCCIO, wretch, knave.

CAMUSED, flat.

CAN, knows.

CANDLE-RENT, rent from house property.

CANDLE-WASTER, one who studies late.

CANTER, sturdy beggar.

CAP OF MAINTENCE, an insignia of dignity, a cap of state borne before
kings at their coronation; also an heraldic term.

CAPABLE, able to comprehend, fit to receive instruction, impression.

CAPANEUS, one of the "Seven against Thebes."

CARACT, carat, unit of weight for precious stones, etc.; value, worth.

CARANZA, Spanish author of a book on duelling.

CARCANET, jewelled ornament for the neck.

CARE, take care; object.

CAROSH, coach, carriage.

CARPET, table-cover.

CARRIAGE, bearing, behaviour.

CARWHITCHET, quip, pun.

CASAMATE, casemate, fortress.

CASE, a pair.

CASE, "in--," in condition.

CASSOCK, soldier's loose overcoat.

CAST, flight of hawks, couple.

CAST, throw dice; vomit; forecast, calculate.

CAST, cashiered.

CASTING-GLASS, bottle for sprinkling perfume.

CASTRIL, kestrel, falcon.

CAT, structure used in sieges.

CATAMITE, old form of "ganymede."

CATASTROPHE, conclusion.

CATCHPOLE, sheriff's officer.

CATES, dainties, provisions.

CATSO, rogue, cheat.

CAUTELOUS, crafty, artful.

CENSURE, criticism; sentence.

CENSURE, criticise; pass sentence, doom.

CERUSE, cosmetic containing white lead.

CESS, assess.

CHANGE, "hunt--," follow a fresh scent.

CHAPMAN, retail dealer.

CHARACTER, handwriting.

CHARGE, expense.

CHARM, subdue with magic, lay a spell on, silence.

CHARMING, exercising magic power.

CHARTEL, challenge.

CHEAP, bargain, market.

CHEAR, CHEER, comfort, encouragement; food, entertainment.

CHECK AT, aim reproof at.

CHEQUIN, gold Italian coin.

CHEVRIL, from kidskin, which is elastic and pliable.

CHIAUS, Turkish envoy; used for a cheat, swindler.

CHILDERMASS DAY, Innocents' Day.

CHOKE-BAIL, action which does not allow of bail.

CHRYSOPOEIA, alchemy.

CHRYSOSPERM, ways of producing gold.

CIBATION, adding fresh substances to supply the waste of evaporation.

CIMICI, bugs.

CINOPER, cinnabar.

CIOPPINI, chopine, lady's high shoe.

CIRCLING BOY, "a species of roarer; one who in some way drew a man into
a snare, to cheat or rob him" (Nares).

CIRCUMSTANCE, circumlocution, beating about the bush; ceremony,
everything pertaining to a certain condition; detail, particular.

CITRONISE, turn citron colour.

CITTERN, kind of guitar.

CITY-WIRES, woman of fashion, who made use of wires for hair and dress.

CIVIL, legal.

CLAP, clack, chatter.

CLAPPER-DUDGEON, downright beggar.

CLAPS HIS DISH, a clap, or clack, dish (dish with a movable lid) was
carried by beggars and lepers to show that the vessel was empty, and to
give sound of their approach.

CLARIDIANA, heroine of an old romance.

CLARISSIMO, Venetian noble.

CLEM, starve.

CLICKET, latch.

CLIM O' THE CLOUGHS, etc., wordy heroes of romance.

CLIMATE, country.

CLOSE, secret, private; secretive.

CLOSENESS, secrecy.

CLOTH, arras, hangings.

CLOUT, mark shot at, bull's eye.

CLOWN, countryman, clodhopper.

COACH-LEAVES, folding blinds.

COALS, "bear no--," submit to no affront.

COAT-ARMOUR, coat of arms.

COAT-CARD, court-card.

COB-HERRING, HERRING-COB, a young herring.

COB-SWAN, male swan.

COCK-A-HOOP, denoting unstinted jollity; thought to be derived from
turning on the tap that all might drink to the full of the flowing
liquor.

COCKATRICE, reptile supposed to be produced from a cock's egg and to
kill by its eye--used as a term of reproach for a woman.

COCK-BRAINED, giddy, wild.

COCKER, pamper.

COCKSCOMB, fool's cap.

COCKSTONE, stone said to be found in a cock's gizzard, and to possess
particular virtues.

CODLING, softening by boiling.

COFFIN, raised crust of a pie.

COG, cheat, wheedle.

COIL, turmoil, confusion, ado.

COKELY, master of a puppet-show (Whalley).

COKES, fool, gull.

COLD-CONCEITED, having cold opinion of, coldly affected towards.

COLE-HARBOUR, a retreat for people of all sorts.

COLLECTION, composure; deduction.

COLLOP, small slice, piece of flesh.

COLLY, blacken.

COLOUR, pretext.

COLOURS, "fear no--," no enemy (quibble).

COLSTAFF, cowlstaff, pole for carrying a cowl=tub.

COME ABOUT, charge, turn round.

COMFORTABLE BREAD, spiced gingerbread.

COMING, forward, ready to respond, complaisant.

COMMENT, commentary; "sometime it is taken for a lie or fayned tale"
(Bullokar, 1616).

COMMODITY, "current for--," allusion to practice of money-lenders, who
forced the borrower to take part of the loan in the shape of worthless
goods on which the latter had to make money if he could.

COMMUNICATE, share.

COMPASS, "in--," within the range, sphere.

COMPLEMENT, completion, completement; anything required for the
perfecting or carrying out of a person or affair; accomplishment.

COMPLEXION, natural disposition, constitution.

COMPLIMENT, See Complement.

COMPLIMENTARIES, masters of accomplishments.

COMPOSITION, constitution; agreement, contract.

COMPOSURE, composition.

COMPTER, COUNTER, debtors' prison.

CONCEALMENT, a certain amount of church property had been retained at
the dissolution of the monasteries; Elizabeth sent commissioners to
search it out, and the courtiers begged for it.

CONCEIT, idea, fancy, witty invention, conception, opinion.

CONCEIT, apprehend.

CONCEITED, fancifully, ingeniously devised or conceived; possessed of
intelligence, witty, ingenious (hence well conceited, etc.); disposed to
joke; of opinion, possessed of an idea.

CONCEIVE, understand.

CONCENT, harmony, agreement.

CONCLUDE, infer, prove.

CONCOCT, assimilate, digest.

CONDEN'T, probably conducted.

CONDUCT, escort, conductor.

CONEY-CATCH, cheat.

CONFECT, sweetmeat.

CONFER, compare.

CONGIES, bows.

CONNIVE, give a look, wink, of secret intelligence.

CONSORT, company, concert.

CONSTANCY, fidelity, ardour, persistence.

CONSTANT, confirmed, persistent, faithful.

CONSTANTLY, firmly, persistently.

CONTEND, strive.

CONTINENT, holding together.

CONTROL (the point), bear or beat down.

CONVENT, assembly, meeting.

CONVERT, turn (oneself).

CONVEY, transmit from one to another.

CONVINCE, evince, prove; overcome, overpower; convict.

COP, head, top; tuft on head of birds; "a cop" may have reference to one
or other meaning; Gifford and others interpret as "conical, terminating
in a point."

COPE-MAN, chapman.

COPESMATE, companion.

COPY (Lat. copia), abundance, copiousness.

CORN ("powder--"), grain.

COROLLARY, finishing part or touch.

CORSIVE, corrosive.

CORTINE, curtain, (arch.) wall between two towers, etc.

CORYAT, famous for his travels, published as "Coryat's Crudities."

COSSET, pet lamb, pet.

COSTARD, head.

COSTARD-MONGER, apple-seller, coster-monger.

COSTS, ribs.

COTE, hut.

COTHURNAL, from "cothurnus," a particular boot worn by actors in Greek
tragedy.

COTQUEAN, hussy.

COUNSEL, secret.

COUNTENANCE, means necessary for support; credit, standing.

COUNTER. See Compter.

COUNTER, pieces of metal or ivory for calculating at play.

COUNTER, "hunt--," follow scent in reverse direction.

COUNTERFEIT, false coin.

COUNTERPANE, one part or counterpart of a deed or indenture.

COUNTERPOINT, opposite, contrary point.

COURT-DISH, a kind of drinking-cup (Halliwell); N.E.D. quotes from Bp.
Goodman's "Court of James I.": "The king...caused his carver to cut him
out a court-dish, that is, something of every dish, which he sent him as
part of his reversion," but this does not sound like short allowance or
small receptacle.

COURT-DOR, fool.

COURTEAU, curtal, small horse with docked tail.

COURTSHIP, courtliness.

COVETISE, avarice.

COWSHARD, cow dung.

COXCOMB, fool's cap, fool.

COY, shrink; disdain.

COYSTREL, low varlet.

COZEN, cheat.

CRACK, lively young rogue, wag.

CRACK, crack up, boast; come to grief.

CRAMBE, game of crambo, in which the players find rhymes for a given
word.

CRANCH, craunch.

CRANION, spider-like; also fairy appellation for a fly (Gifford, who
refers to lines in Drayton's "Nimphidia").

CRIMP, game at cards.

CRINCLE, draw back, turn aside.

CRISPED, with curled or waved hair.

CROP, gather, reap.

CROPSHIRE, a kind of herring. (See N.E.D.)

CROSS, any piece of money, many coins being stamped with a cross.

CROSS AND PILE, heads and tails.

CROSSLET, crucible.

CROWD, fiddle.

CRUDITIES, undigested matter.

CRUMP, curl up.

CRUSADO, Portuguese gold coin, marked with a cross.

CRY ("he that cried Italian"), "speak in a musical cadence," intone, or
declaim (?); cry up.

CUCKING-STOOL, used for the ducking of scolds, etc.

CUCURBITE, a gourd-shaped vessel used for distillation.

CUERPO, "in--," in undress.

CULLICE, broth.

CULLION, base fellow, coward.

CULLISEN, badge worn on their arm by servants.

CULVERIN, kind of cannon.

CUNNING, skill.

CUNNING, skilful.

CUNNING-MAN, fortune-teller.

CURE, care for.

CURIOUS(LY), scrupulous, particular; elaborate, elegant(ly), dainty(ly)
(hence "in curious").

CURST, shrewish, mischievous.

CURTAL, dog with docked tail, of inferior sort.

CUSTARD, "quaking--," "--politic," reference to a large custard which
formed part of a city feast and afforded huge entertainment, for the
fool jumped into it, and other like tricks were played. (See "All's
Well, etc." ii. 5, 40.)

CUTWORK, embroidery, open-work.

CYPRES (CYPRUS) (quibble), cypress (or cyprus) being a transparent
material, and when black used for mourning.

DAGGER ("--frumety"), name of tavern.

DARGISON, apparently some person known in ballad or tale.

DAUPHIN MY BOY, refrain of old comic song.

DAW, daunt.

DEAD LIFT, desperate emergency.

DEAR, applied to that which in any way touches us nearly.

DECLINE, turn off from; turn away, aside.

DEFALK, deduct, abate.

DEFEND, forbid.

DEGENEROUS, degenerate.

DEGREES, steps.

DELATE, accuse.

DEMI-CULVERIN, cannon carrying a ball of about ten pounds.

DENIER, the smallest possible coin, being the twelfth part of a sou.

DEPART, part with.

DEPENDANCE, ground of quarrel in duello language.

DESERT, reward.

DESIGNMENT, design.

DESPERATE, rash, reckless.

DETECT, allow to be detected, betray, inform against.

DETERMINE, terminate.

DETRACT, draw back, refuse.

DEVICE, masque, show; a thing moved by wires, etc., puppet.

DEVISE, exact in every particular.

DEVISED, invented.

DIAPASM, powdered aromatic herbs, made into balls of perfumed paste.
(See Pomander.)

DIBBLE, (?) moustache (N.E.D.); (?) dagger (Cunningham).

DIFFUSED, disordered, scattered, irregular.

DIGHT, dressed.

DILDO, refrain of popular songs; vague term of low meaning.

DIMBLE, dingle, ravine.

DIMENSUM, stated allowance.

DISBASE, debase.

DISCERN, distinguish, show a difference between.

DISCHARGE, settle for.

DISCIPLINE, reformation; ecclesiastical system.

DISCLAIM, renounce all part in.

DISCOURSE, process of reasoning, reasoning faculty.

DISCOURTSHIP, discourtesy.

DISCOVER, betray, reveal; display.

DISFAVOUR, disfigure.

DISPARAGEMENT, legal term applied to the unfitness in any way of a
marriage arranged for in the case of wards.

DISPENSE WITH, grant dispensation for.

DISPLAY, extend.

DIS'PLE, discipline, teach by the whip.

DISPOSED, inclined to merriment.

DISPOSURE, disposal.

DISPRISE, depreciate.

DISPUNCT, not punctilious.

DISQUISITION, search.

DISSOLVED, enervated by grief.

DISTANCE, (?) proper measure.

DISTASTE, offence, cause of offence.

DISTASTE, render distasteful.

DISTEMPERED, upset, out of humour.

DIVISION (mus.), variation, modulation.

DOG-BOLT, term of contempt.

DOLE, given in dole, charity.

DOLE OF FACES, distribution of grimaces.

DOOM, verdict, sentence.

DOP, dip, low bow.

DOR, beetle, buzzing insect, drone, idler.

DOR, (?) buzz; "give the--," make a fool of.

DOSSER, pannier, basket.

DOTES, endowments, qualities.

DOTTEREL, plover; gull, fool.

DOUBLE, behave deceitfully.

DOXY, wench, mistress.

DRACHM, Greek silver coin.

DRESS, groom, curry.

DRESSING, coiffure.

DRIFT, intention.

DRYFOOT, track by mere scent of foot.

DUCKING, punishment for minor offences.

DUILL, grieve.

DUMPS, melancholy, originally a mournful melody.

DURINDANA, Orlando's sword.

DWINDLE, shrink away, be overawed.

EAN, yean, bring forth young.

EASINESS, readiness.

EBOLITION, ebullition.

EDGE, sword.

EECH, eke.

EGREGIOUS, eminently excellent.

EKE, also, moreover.

E-LA, highest note in the scale.

EGGS ON THE SPIT, important business on hand.

ELF-LOCK, tangled hair, supposed to be the work of elves.

EMMET, ant.

ENGAGE, involve.

ENGHLE. See Ingle.

ENGHLE, cajole; fondle.

ENGIN(E), device, contrivance; agent; ingenuity, wit.

ENGINER, engineer, deviser, plotter.

ENGINOUS, crafty, full of devices; witty, ingenious.

ENGROSS, monopolise.

ENS, an existing thing, a substance.

ENSIGNS, tokens, wounds.

ENSURE, assure.

ENTERTAIN, take into service.

ENTREAT, plead.

ENTREATY, entertainment.

ENTRY, place where a deer has lately passed.

ENVOY, denouement, conclusion.

ENVY, spite, calumny, dislike, odium.

EPHEMERIDES, calendars.

EQUAL, just, impartial.

ERECTION, elevation in esteem.

ERINGO, candied root of the sea-holly, formerly used as a sweetmeat and
aphrodisiac.

ERRANT, arrant.

ESSENTIATE, become assimilated.

ESTIMATION, esteem.

ESTRICH, ostrich.

ETHNIC, heathen.

EURIPUS, flux and reflux.

EVEN, just equable.

EVENT, fate, issue.

EVENT(ED), issue(d).

EVERT, overturn.

EXACUATE, sharpen.

EXAMPLESS, without example or parallel.

EXCALIBUR, King Arthur's sword.

EXEMPLIFY, make an example of.

EXEMPT, separate, exclude.

EXEQUIES, obsequies.

EXHALE, drag out.

EXHIBITION, allowance for keep, pocket-money.

EXORBITANT, exceeding limits of propriety or law, inordinate.

EXORNATION, ornament.

EXPECT, wait.

EXPIATE, terminate.

EXPLICATE, explain, unfold.

EXTEMPORAL, extempore, unpremeditated.

EXTRACTION, essence.

EXTRAORDINARY, employed for a special or temporary purpose.

EXTRUDE, expel.

EYE, "in--," in view.

EYEBRIGHT, (?) a malt liquor in which the herb of this name was infused,
or a person who sold the same (Gifford).

EYE-TINGE, least shade or gleam.

FACE, appearance.

FACES ABOUT, military word of command.

FACINOROUS, extremely wicked.

FACKINGS, faith.

FACT, deed, act, crime.

FACTIOUS, seditious, belonging to a party, given to party feeling.

FAECES, dregs.

FAGIOLI, French beans.

FAIN, forced, necessitated.

FAITHFUL, believing.

FALL, ruff or band turned back on the shoulders; or, veil.

FALSIFY, feign (fencing term).

FAME, report.

FAMILIAR, attendant spirit.

FANTASTICAL, capricious, whimsical.

FARCE, stuff.

FAR-FET. See Fet.

FARTHINGAL, hooped petticoat.

FAUCET, tapster.

FAULT, lack; loss, break in line of scent; "for--," in default of.

FAUTOR, partisan.

FAYLES, old table game similar to backgammon.

FEAR(ED), affright(ed).

FEAT, activity, operation; deed, action.

FEAT, elegant, trim.

FEE, "in--" by feudal obligation.

FEIZE, beat, belabour.

FELLOW, term of contempt.

FENNEL, emblem of flattery.

FERE, companion, fellow.

FERN-SEED, supposed to have power of rendering invisible.

FET, fetched.

FETCH, trick.

FEUTERER (Fr. vautrier), dog-keeper.

FEWMETS, dung.

FICO, fig.

FIGGUM, (?) jugglery.

FIGMENT, fiction, invention.

FIRK, frisk, move suddenly, or in jerks; "--up," stir up, rouse; "firks
mad," suddenly behaves like a madman.

FIT, pay one out, punish.

FITNESS, readiness.

FITTON (FITTEN), lie, invention.

FIVE-AND-FIFTY, "highest number to stand on at primero" (Gifford).

FLAG, to fly low and waveringly.

FLAGON CHAIN, for hanging a smelling-bottle (Fr. flacon) round the neck
(?). (See N.E.D.).

FLAP-DRAGON, game similar to snap-dragon.

FLASKET, some kind of basket.

FLAW, sudden gust or squall of wind.

FLAWN, custard.

FLEA, catch fleas.

FLEER, sneer, laugh derisively.

FLESH, feed a hawk or dog with flesh to incite it to the chase; initiate
in blood-shed; satiate.

FLICKER-MOUSE, bat.

FLIGHT, light arrow.

FLITTER-MOUSE, bat.

FLOUT, mock, speak and act contemptuously.

FLOWERS, pulverised substance.

FLY, familiar spirit.

FOIL, weapon used in fencing; that which sets anything off to advantage.

FOIST, cut-purse, sharper.

FOND(LY), foolish(ly).

FOOT-CLOTH, housings of ornamental cloth which hung down on either side
a horse to the ground.

FOOTING, foothold; footstep; dancing.

FOPPERY, foolery.

FOR, "--failing," for fear of failing.

FORBEAR, bear with; abstain from.

FORCE, "hunt at--," run the game down with dogs.

FOREHEAD, modesty; face, assurance, effrontery.

FORESLOW, delay.

FORESPEAK, bewitch; foretell.

FORETOP, front lock of hair which fashion required to be worn upright.

FORGED, fabricated.

FORM, state formally.

FORMAL, shapely; normal; conventional.

FORTHCOMING, produced when required.

FOUNDER, disable with over-riding.

FOURM, form, lair.

FOX, sword.

FRAIL, rush basket in which figs or raisins were packed.

FRAMPULL, peevish, sour-tempered.

FRAPLER, blusterer, wrangler.

FRAYING, "a stag is said to fray his head when he rubs it against a tree
to...cause the outward coat of the new horns to fall off" (Gifford).

FREIGHT (of the gazetti), burden (of the newspapers).

FREQUENT, full.

FRICACE, rubbing.

FRICATRICE, woman of low character.

FRIPPERY, old clothes shop.

FROCK, smock-frock.

FROLICS, (?) humorous verses circulated at a feast (N.E.D.); couplets
wrapped round sweetmeats (Cunningham).

FRONTLESS, shameless.

FROTED, rubbed.

FRUMETY, hulled wheat boiled in milk and spiced.

FRUMP, flout, sneer.

FUCUS, dye.

FUGEAND, (?) figent: fidgety, restless (N.E.D.).

FULLAM, false dice.

FULMART, polecat.

FULSOME, foul, offensive.

FURIBUND, raging, furious.

GALLEY-FOIST, city-barge, used on Lord Mayor's Day, when he was sworn
into his office at Westminster (Whalley).

GALLIARD, lively dance in triple time.

GAPE, be eager after.

GARAGANTUA, Rabelais' giant.

GARB, sheaf (Fr. gerbe); manner, fashion, behaviour.

GARD, guard, trimming, gold or silver lace, or other ornament.

GARDED, faced or trimmed.

GARNISH, fee.

GAVEL-KIND, name of a land-tenure existing chiefly in Kent; from
16th century often used to denote custom of dividing a deceased man's
property equally among his sons (N.E.D.).

GAZETTE, small Venetian coin worth about three-farthings.

GEANCE, jaunt, errand.

GEAR (GEER), stuff, matter, affair.

GELID, frozen.

GEMONIES, steps from which the bodies of criminals were thrown into the
river.

GENERAL, free, affable.

GENIUS, attendant spirit.

GENTRY, gentlemen; manners characteristic of gentry, good breeding.

GIB-CAT, tom-cat.

GIGANTOMACHIZE, start a giants' war.

GIGLOT, wanton.

GIMBLET, gimlet.

GING, gang.

GLASS ("taking in of shadows, etc."), crystal or beryl.

GLEEK, card game played by three; party of three, trio; side glance.

GLICK (GLEEK), jest, gibe.

GLIDDER, glaze.

GLORIOUSLY, of vain glory.

GODWIT, bird of the snipe family.

GOLD-END-MAN, a buyer of broken gold and silver.

GOLL, hand.

GONFALIONIER, standard-bearer, chief magistrate, etc.

GOOD, sound in credit.

GOOD-YEAR, good luck.

GOOSE-TURD, colour of. (See Turd).

GORCROW, carrion crow.

GORGET, neck armour.

GOSSIP, godfather.

GOWKED, from "gowk," to stand staring and gaping like a fool.

GRANNAM, grandam.

GRASS, (?) grease, fat.

GRATEFUL, agreeable, welcome.

GRATIFY, give thanks to.

GRATITUDE, gratuity.

GRATULATE, welcome, congratulate.

GRAVITY, dignity.

GRAY, badger.

GRICE, cub.

GRIEF, grievance.

GRIPE, vulture, griffin.

GRIPE'S EGG, vessel in shape of.

GROAT, fourpence.

GROGRAN, coarse stuff made of silk and mohair, or of coarse silk.

GROOM-PORTER, officer in the royal household.

GROPE, handle, probe.

GROUND, pit (hence "grounded judgments").

GUARD, caution, heed.

GUARDANT, heraldic term: turning the head only.

GUILDER, Dutch coin worth about 4d.

GULES, gullet, throat; heraldic term for red.

GULL, simpleton, dupe.

GUST, taste.

HAB NAB, by, on, chance.

HABERGEON, coat of mail.

HAGGARD, wild female hawk; hence coy, wild.

HALBERD, combination of lance and battle-axe.

HALL, "a--!" a cry to clear the room for the dancers.

HANDSEL, first money taken.

HANGER, loop or strap on a sword-belt from which the sword was
suspended.

HAP, fortune, luck.

HAPPILY, haply.

HAPPINESS, appropriateness, fitness.

HAPPY, rich.

HARBOUR, track, trace (an animal) to its shelter.

HARD-FAVOURED, harsh-featured.

HARPOCRATES, Horus the child, son of Osiris, figured with a finger
pointing to his mouth, indicative of silence.

HARRINGTON, a patent was granted to Lord H. for the coinage of tokens
(q.v.).

HARROT, herald.

HARRY NICHOLAS, founder of a community called the "Family of Love."

HAY, net for catching rabbits, etc.

HAY! (Ital. hai!), you have it (a fencing term).

HAY IN HIS HORN, ill-tempered person.

HAZARD, game at dice; that which is staked.

HEAD, "first--," young deer with antlers first sprouting; fig. a
newly-ennobled man.

HEADBOROUGH, constable.

HEARKEN AFTER, inquire; "hearken out," find, search out.

HEARTEN, encourage.

HEAVEN AND HELL ("Alchemist"), names of taverns.

HECTIC, fever.

HEDGE IN, include.

HELM, upper part of a retort.

HER'NSEW, hernshaw, heron.

HIERONIMO (JERONIMO), hero of Kyd's "Spanish Tragedy."

HOBBY, nag.

HOBBY-HORSE, imitation horse of some light material, fastened round the
waist of the morrice-dancer, who imitated the movements of a skittish
horse.

HODDY-DODDY, fool.

HOIDEN, hoyden, formerly applied to both sexes (ancient term for
leveret? Gifford).

HOLLAND, name of two famous chemists.

HONE AND HONERO, wailing expressions of lament or discontent.

HOOD-WINK'D, blindfolded.

HORARY, hourly.

HORN-MAD, stark mad (quibble).

HORN-THUMB, cut-purses were in the habit of wearing a horn shield on the
thumb.

HORSE-BREAD-EATING, horses were often fed on coarse bread.

HORSE-COURSER, horse-dealer.

HOSPITAL, Christ's Hospital.

HOWLEGLAS, Eulenspiegel, the hero of a popular German tale which relates
his buffooneries and knavish tricks.

HUFF, hectoring, arrogance.

HUFF IT, swagger.

HUISHER (Fr. huissier), usher.

HUM, beer and spirits mixed together.

HUMANITIAN, humanist, scholar.

HUMOROUS, capricious, moody, out of humour; moist.

HUMOUR, a word used in and out of season in the time of Shakespeare and
Ben Jonson, and ridiculed by both.

HUMOURS, manners.

HUMPHREY, DUKE, those who were dinnerless spent the dinner-hour in a
part of St. Paul's where stood a monument said to be that of the duke's;
hence "dine with Duke Humphrey," to go hungry.

HURTLESS, harmless.

IDLE, useless, unprofitable.

ILL-AFFECTED, ill-disposed.

ILL-HABITED, unhealthy.

ILLUSTRATE, illuminate.

IMBIBITION, saturation, steeping.

IMBROCATA, fencing term: a thrust in tierce.

IMPAIR, impairment.

IMPART, give money.

IMPARTER, any one ready to be cheated and to part with his money.

IMPEACH, damage.

IMPERTINENCIES, irrelevancies.

IMPERTINENT(LY), irrelevant(ly), without reason or purpose.

IMPOSITION, duty imposed by.

IMPOTENTLY, beyond power of control.

IMPRESS, money in advance.

IMPULSION, incitement.

IN AND IN, a game played by two or three persons with four dice.

INCENSE, incite, stir up.

INCERATION, act of covering with wax; or reducing a substance to
softness of wax.

INCH, "to their--es," according to their stature, capabilities.

INCH-PIN, sweet-bread.

INCONVENIENCE, inconsistency, absurdity.

INCONY, delicate, rare (used as a term of affection).

INCUBEE, incubus.

INCUBUS, evil spirit that oppresses us in sleep, nightmare.

INCURIOUS, unfastidious, uncritical.

INDENT, enter into engagement.

INDIFFERENT, tolerable, passable.

INDIGESTED, shapeless, chaotic.

INDUCE, introduce.

INDUE, supply.

INEXORABLE, relentless.

INFANTED, born, produced.

INFLAME, augment charge.

INGENIOUS, used indiscriminantly for ingenuous; intelligent, talented.

INGENUITY, ingenuousness.

INGENUOUS, generous.

INGINE. See Engin.

INGINER, engineer. (See Enginer).

INGLE, OR ENGHLE, bosom friend, intimate, minion.

INHABITABLE, uninhabitable.

INJURY, insult, affront.

IN-MATE, resident, indwelling.

INNATE, natural.

INNOCENT, simpleton.

INQUEST, jury, or other official body of inquiry.

INQUISITION, inquiry.

INSTANT, immediate.

INSTRUMENT, legal document.

INSURE, assure.

INTEGRATE, complete, perfect.

INTELLIGENCE, secret information, news.

INTEND, note carefully, attend, give ear to, be occupied with.

INTENDMENT, intention.

INTENT, intention, wish.

INTENTION, concentration of attention or gaze.

INTENTIVE, attentive.

INTERESSED, implicated.

INTRUDE, bring in forcibly or without leave.

INVINCIBLY, invisibly.

INWARD, intimate.

IRPE (uncertain), "a fantastic grimace, or contortion of the body:
(Gifford)."

JACK, Jack o' the clock, automaton figure that strikes the hour;
Jack-a-lent, puppet thrown at in Lent.

JACK, key of a virginal.

JACOB'S STAFF, an instrument for taking altitudes and distances.

JADE, befool.

JEALOUSY, JEALOUS, suspicion, suspicious.

JERKING, lashing.

JEW'S TRUMP, Jew's harp.

JIG, merry ballad or tune; a fanciful dialogue or light comic act
introduced at the end or during an interlude of a play.

JOINED (JOINT)-STOOL, folding stool.

JOLL, jowl.

JOLTHEAD, blockhead.

JUMP, agree, tally.

JUST YEAR, no one was capable of the consulship until he was
forty-three.

KELL, cocoon.

KELLY, an alchemist.

KEMB, comb.

KEMIA, vessel for distillation.

KIBE, chap, sore.

KILDERKIN, small barrel.

KILL, kiln.

KIND, nature; species; "do one's--," act according to one's nature.

KIRTLE, woman's gown of jacket and petticoat.

KISS OR DRINK AFORE ME, "this is a familiar expression, employed
when what the speaker is just about to say is anticipated by another"
(Gifford).

KIT, fiddle.

KNACK, snap, click.

KNIPPER-DOLING, a well-known Anabaptist.

KNITTING CUP, marriage cup.

KNOCKING, striking, weighty.

KNOT, company, band; a sandpiper or robin snipe (Tringa canutus);
flower-bed laid out in fanciful design.

KURSINED, KYRSIN, christened.

LABOURED, wrought with labour and care.

LADE, load(ed).

LADING, load.

LAID, plotted.

LANCE-KNIGHT (Lanzknecht), a German mercenary foot-soldier.

LAP, fold.

LAR, household god.

LARD, garnish.

LARGE, abundant.

LARUM, alarum, call to arms.

LATTICE, tavern windows were furnished with lattices of various colours.

LAUNDER, to wash gold in aqua regia, so as imperceptibly to extract some
of it.

LAVE, ladle, bale.

LAW, "give--," give a start (term of chase).

LAXATIVE, loose.

LAY ABOARD, run alongside generally with intent to board.

LEAGUER, siege, or camp of besieging army.

LEASING, lying.

LEAVE, leave off, desist.

LEER, leering or "empty, hence, perhaps, leer horse, a horse without
a rider; leer is an adjective meaning uncontrolled, hence 'leer
drunkards'" (Halliwell); according to Nares, a leer (empty) horse meant
also a led horse; leeward, left.

LEESE, lose.

LEGS, "make--," do obeisance.

LEIGER, resident representative.

LEIGERITY, legerdemain.

LEMMA, subject proposed, or title of the epigram.

LENTER, slower.

LET, hinder.

LET, hindrance.

LEVEL COIL, a rough game...in which one hunted another from his seat.
Hence used for any noisy riot (Halliwell).

LEWD, ignorant.

LEYSTALLS, receptacles of filth.

LIBERAL, ample.

LIEGER, ledger, register.

LIFT(ING), steal(ing); theft.

LIGHT, alight.

LIGHTLY, commonly, usually, often.

LIKE, please.

LIKELY, agreeable, pleasing.

LIME-HOUND, leash-, blood-hound.

LIMMER, vile, worthless.

LIN, leave off.

Line, "by--," by rule.

LINSTOCK, staff to stick in the ground, with forked head to hold a
lighted match for firing cannon.

LIQUID, clear.

LIST, listen, hark; like, please.

LIVERY, legal term, delivery of the possession, etc.

LOGGET, small log, stick.

LOOSE, solution; upshot, issue; release of an arrow.

LOSE, give over, desist from; waste.

LOUTING, bowing, cringing.

LUCULENT, bright of beauty.

LUDGATHIANS, dealers on Ludgate Hill.

LURCH, rob, cheat.

LUTE, to close a vessel with some kind of cement.

MACK, unmeaning expletive.

MADGE-HOWLET or OWL, barn-owl.

MAIM, hurt, injury.

MAIN, chief concern (used as a quibble on heraldic term for "hand").

MAINPRISE, becoming surety for a prisoner so as to procure his release.

MAINTENANCE, giving aid, or abetting.

MAKE, mate.

MAKE, MADE, acquaint with business, prepare(d), instruct(ed).

MALLANDERS, disease of horses.

MALT HORSE, dray horse.

MAMMET, puppet.

MAMMOTHREPT, spoiled child.

MANAGE, control (term used for breaking-in horses); handling,
administration.

MANGO, slave-dealer.

MANGONISE, polish up for sale.

MANIPLES, bundles, handfuls.

MANKIND, masculine, like a virago.

MANKIND, humanity.

MAPLE FACE, spotted face (N.E.D.).

MARCHPANE, a confection of almonds, sugar, etc.

MARK, "fly to the--," "generally said of a goshawk when, having 'put
in' a covey of partridges, she takes stand, marking the spot where they
disappeared from view until the falconer arrives to put them out to her"
(Harting, Bibl. Accip. Gloss. 226).

MARLE, marvel.

MARROW-BONE MAN, one often on his knees for prayer.

MARRY! exclamation derived from the Virgin's name.

MARRY GIP, "probably originated from By Mary Gipcy" = St. Mary of Egypt,
(N.E.D.).

MARTAGAN, Turk's cap lily.

MARYHINCHCO, stringhalt.

MASORETH, Masora, correct form of the scriptural text according to
Hebrew tradition.

MASS, abb. for master.

MAUND, beg.

MAUTHER, girl, maid.

MEAN, moderation.

MEASURE, dance, more especially a stately one.

MEAT, "carry--in one's mouth," be a source of money or entertainment.

MEATH, metheglin.

MECHANICAL, belonging to mechanics, mean, vulgar.

MEDITERRANEO, middle aisle of St. Paul's, a general resort for business
and amusement.

MEET WITH, even with.

MELICOTTON, a late kind of peach.

MENSTRUE, solvent.

MERCAT, market.

MERD, excrement.

MERE, undiluted; absolute, unmitigated.

MESS, party of four.

METHEGLIN, fermented liquor, of which one ingredient was honey.

METOPOSCOPY, study of physiognomy.

MIDDLING GOSSIP, go-between.

MIGNIARD, dainty, delicate.

MILE-END, training-ground of the city.

MINE-MEN, sappers.

MINION, form of cannon.

MINSITIVE, (?) mincing, affected (N.E.D.).

MISCELLANY MADAM, "a female trader in miscellaneous articles; a dealer
in trinkets or ornaments of various kinds, such as kept shops in the New
Exchange" (Nares).

MISCELLINE, mixed grain; medley.

MISCONCEIT, misconception.

MISPRISE, MISPRISION, mistake, misunderstanding.

MISTAKE AWAY, carry away as if by mistake.

MITHRIDATE, an antidote against poison.

MOCCINIGO, small Venetian coin, worth about ninepence.

MODERN, in the mode; ordinary, commonplace.

MOMENT, force or influence of value.

MONTANTO, upward stroke.

MONTH'S MIND, violent desire.

MOORISH, like a moor or waste.

MORGLAY, sword of Bevis of Southampton.

MORRICE-DANCE, dance on May Day, etc., in which certain personages were
represented.

MORTALITY, death.

MORT-MAL, old sore, gangrene.

MOSCADINO, confection flavoured with musk.

MOTHER, Hysterica passio.

MOTION, proposal, request; puppet, puppet-show; "one of the small
figures on the face of a large clock which was moved by the vibration of
the pendulum" (Whalley).

MOTION, suggest, propose.

MOTLEY, parti-coloured dress of a fool; hence used to signify pertaining
to, or like, a fool.

MOTTE, motto.

MOURNIVAL, set of four aces or court cards in a hand; a quartette.

MOW, setord hay or sheaves of grain.

MUCH! expressive of irony and incredulity.

MUCKINDER, handkerchief.

MULE, "born to ride on--," judges or serjeants-at-law formerly rode on
mules when going in state to Westminster (Whally).

MULLETS, small pincers.

MUM-CHANCE, game of chance, played in silence.

MUN, must.

MUREY, dark crimson red.

MUSCOVY-GLASS, mica.

MUSE, wonder.

MUSICAL, in harmony.

MUSS, mouse; scramble.

MYROBOLANE, foreign conserve, "a dried plum, brought from the Indies."

MYSTERY, art, trade, profession.

NAIL, "to the--" (ad unguem), to perfection, to the very utmost.

NATIVE, natural.

NEAT, cattle.

NEAT, smartly apparelled; unmixed; dainty.

NEATLY, neatly finished.

NEATNESS, elegance.

NEIS, nose, scent.

NEUF (NEAF, NEIF), fist.

NEUFT, newt.

NIAISE, foolish, inexperienced person.

NICE, fastidious, trivial, finical, scrupulous.

NICENESS, fastidiousness.

NICK, exact amount; right moment; "set in the--," meaning uncertain.

NICE, suit, fit; hit, seize the right moment, etc., exactly hit on, hit
off.

NOBLE, gold coin worth 6s. 8d.

NOCENT, harmful.

NIL, not will.

NOISE, company of musicians.

NOMENTACK, an Indian chief from Virginia.

NONES, nonce.

NOTABLE, egregious.

NOTE, sign, token.

NOUGHT, "be--," go to the devil, be hanged, etc.

NOWT-HEAD, blockhead.

NUMBER, rhythm.

NUPSON, oaf, simpleton.

OADE, woad.

OBARNI, preparation of mead.

OBJECT, oppose; expose; interpose.

OBLATRANT, barking, railing.

OBNOXIOUS, liable, exposed; offensive.

OBSERVANCE, homage, devoted service.

OBSERVANT, attentive, obsequious.

OBSERVE, show deference, respect.

OBSERVER, one who shows deference, or waits upon another.

OBSTANCY, legal phrase, "juridical opposition."

OBSTREPEROUS, clamorous, vociferous.

OBSTUPEFACT, stupefied.

ODLING, (?) "must have some relation to tricking and cheating" (Nares).

OMINOUS, deadly, fatal.

ONCE, at once; for good and all; used also for additional emphasis.

ONLY, pre-eminent, special.

OPEN, make public; expound.

OPPILATION, obstruction.

OPPONE, oppose.

OPPOSITE, antagonist.

OPPRESS, suppress.

ORIGINOUS, native.

ORT, remnant, scrap.

OUT, "to be--," to have forgotten one's part; not at one with each
other.

OUTCRY, sale by auction.

OUTRECUIDANCE, arrogance, presumption.

OUTSPEAK, speak more than.

OVERPARTED, given too difficult a part to play.

OWLSPIEGEL. See Howleglass.

OYEZ! (O YES!), hear ye! call of the public crier when about to make a
proclamation.

PACKING PENNY, "give a--," dismiss, send packing.

PAD, highway.

PAD-HORSE, road-horse.

PAINED (PANED) SLOPS, full breeches made of strips of different colour
and material.

PAINFUL, diligent, painstaking.

PAINT, blush.

PALINODE, ode of recantation.

PALL, weaken, dim, make stale.

PALM, triumph.

PAN, skirt of dress or coat.

PANNEL, pad, or rough kind of saddle.

PANNIER-ALLY, inhabited by tripe-sellers.

PANNIER-MAN, hawker; a man employed about the inns of court to bring in
provisions, set the table, etc.

PANTOFLE, indoor shoe, slipper.

PARAMENTOS, fine trappings.

PARANOMASIE, a play upon words.

PARANTORY, (?) peremptory.

PARCEL, particle, fragment (used contemptuously); article.

PARCEL, part, partly.

PARCEL-POET, poetaster.

PARERGA, subordinate matters.

PARGET, to paint or plaster the face.

PARLE, parley.

PARLOUS, clever, shrewd.

PART, apportion.

PARTAKE, participate in.

PARTED, endowed, talented.

PARTICULAR, individual person.

PARTIZAN, kind of halberd.

PARTRICH, partridge.

PARTS, qualities, endowments.

PASH, dash, smash.

PASS, care, trouble oneself.

PASSADO, fencing term: a thrust.

PASSAGE, game at dice.

PASSINGLY, exceedingly.

PASSION, effect caused by external agency.

PASSION, "in--," in so melancholy a tone, so pathetically.

PATOUN, (?) Fr. Paton, pellet of dough; perhaps the "moulding of the
tobacco...for the pipe" (Gifford); (?) variant of Petun, South American
name of tobacco.

PATRICO, the recorder, priest, orator of strolling beggars or gipsies.

PATTEN, shoe with wooden sole; "go--," keep step with, accompany.

PAUCA VERBA, few words.

PAVIN, a stately dance.

PEACE, "with my master's--," by leave, favour.

PECULIAR, individual, single.

PEDANT, teacher of the languages.

PEEL, baker's shovel.

PEEP, speak in a small or shrill voice.

PEEVISH(LY), foolish(ly), capricious(ly); childish(ly).

PELICAN, a retort fitted with tube or tubes, for continuous
distillation.

PENCIL, small tuft of hair.

PERDUE, soldier accustomed to hazardous service.

PEREMPTORY, resolute, bold; imperious; thorough, utter, absolute(ly).

PERIMETER, circumference of a figure.

PERIOD, limit, end.

PERK, perk up.

PERPETUANA, "this seems to be that glossy kind of stuff now called
everlasting, and anciently worn by serjeants and other city officers"
(Gifford).

PERSPECTIVE, a view, scene or scenery; an optical device which gave a
distortion to the picture unless seen from a particular point; a relief,
modelled to produce an optical illusion.

PERSPICIL, optic glass.

PERSTRINGE, criticise, censure.

PERSUADE, inculcate, commend.

PERSWAY, mitigate.

PERTINACY, pertinacity.

PESTLING, pounding, pulverising, like a pestle.

PETASUS, broad-brimmed hat or winged cap worn by Mercury.

PETITIONARY, supplicatory.

PETRONEL, a kind of carbine or light gun carried by horsemen.

PETULANT, pert, insolent.

PHERE. See Fere.

PHLEGMA, watery distilled liquor (old chem. "water").

PHRENETIC, madman.

PICARDIL, stiff upright collar fastened on to the coat (Whalley).

PICT-HATCH, disreputable quarter of London.

PIECE, person, used for woman or girl; a gold coin worth in Jonson's
time 20s. or 22s.

PIECES OF EIGHT, Spanish coin: piastre equal to eight reals.

PIED, variegated.

PIE-POUDRES (Fr. pied-poudreux, dusty-foot), court held at fairs to
administer justice to itinerant vendors and buyers.

PILCHER, term of contempt; one who wore a buff or leather jerkin, as did
the serjeants of the counter; a pilferer.

PILED, pilled, peeled, bald.

PILL'D, polled, fleeced.

PIMLICO, "sometimes spoken of as a person--perhaps master of a house
famous for a particular ale" (Gifford).

PINE, afflict, distress.

PINK, stab with a weapon; pierce or cut in scallops for ornament.

PINNACE, a go-between in infamous sense.

PISMIRE, ant.

PISTOLET, gold coin, worth about 6s.

PITCH, height of a bird of prey's flight.

PLAGUE, punishment, torment.

PLAIN, lament.

PLAIN SONG, simple melody.

PLAISE, plaice.

PLANET, "struck with a--," planets were supposed to have powers of
blasting or exercising secret influences.

PLAUSIBLE, pleasing.

PLAUSIBLY, approvingly.

PLOT, plan.

PLY, apply oneself to.

POESIE, posy, motto inside a ring.

POINT IN HIS DEVICE, exact in every particular.

POINTS, tagged laces or cords for fastening the breeches to the doublet.

POINT-TRUSSER, one who trussed (tied) his master's points (q.v.).

POISE, weigh, balance.

POKING-STICK, stick used for setting the plaits of ruffs.

POLITIC, politician.

POLITIC, judicious, prudent, political.

POLITICIAN, plotter, intriguer.

POLL, strip, plunder, gain by extortion.

POMANDER, ball of perfume, worn or hung about the person to prevent
infection, or for foppery.

POMMADO, vaulting on a horse without the aid of stirrups.

PONTIC, sour.

POPULAR, vulgar, of the populace.

POPULOUS, numerous.

PORT, gate; print of a deer's foot.

PORT, transport.

PORTAGUE, Portuguese gold coin, worth over 3 or 4 pounds.

PORTCULLIS, "--of coin," some old coins have a portcullis stamped on
their reverse (Whalley).

PORTENT, marvel, prodigy; sinister omen.

PORTENTOUS, prophesying evil, threatening.

PORTER, references appear "to allude to Parsons, the king's porter, who
was...near seven feet high" (Whalley).

POSSESS, inform, acquaint.

POST AND PAIR, a game at cards.

POSY, motto. (See Poesie).

POTCH, poach.

POULT-FOOT, club-foot.

POUNCE, claw, talon.

PRACTICE, intrigue, concerted plot.

PRACTISE, plot, conspire.

PRAGMATIC, an expert, agent.

PRAGMATIC, officious, conceited, meddling.

PRECEDENT, record of proceedings.

PRECEPT, warrant, summons.

PRECISIAN(ISM), Puritan(ism), preciseness.

PREFER, recommend.

PRESENCE, presence chamber.

PRESENT(LY), immediate(ly), without delay; at the present time;
actually.

PRESS, force into service.

PREST, ready.

PRETEND, assert, allege.

PREVENT, anticipate.

PRICE, worth, excellence.

PRICK, point, dot used in the writing of Hebrew and other languages.

PRICK, prick out, mark off, select; trace, track; "--away," make off
with speed.

PRIMERO, game of cards.

PRINCOX, pert boy.

PRINT, "in--," to the letter, exactly.

PRISTINATE, former.

PRIVATE, private interests.

PRIVATE, privy, intimate.

PROCLIVE, prone to.

PRODIGIOUS, monstrous, unnatural.

PRODIGY, monster.

PRODUCED, prolonged.

PROFESS, pretend.

PROJECTION, the throwing of the "powder of projection" into the crucible
to turn the melted metal into gold or silver.

PROLATE, pronounce drawlingly.

PROPER, of good appearance, handsome; own, particular.

PROPERTIES, stage necessaries.

PROPERTY, duty; tool.

PRORUMPED, burst out.

PROTEST, vow, proclaim (an affected word of that time); formally declare
non-payment, etc., of bill of exchange; fig. failure of personal credit,
etc.

PROVANT, soldier's allowance--hence, of common make.

PROVIDE, foresee.

PROVIDENCE, foresight, prudence.

PUBLICATION, making a thing public of common property (N.E.D.).

PUCKFIST, puff-ball; insipid, insignificant, boasting fellow.

PUFF-WING, shoulder puff.

PUISNE, judge of inferior rank, a junior.

PULCHRITUDE, beauty.

PUMP, shoe.

PUNGENT, piercing.

PUNTO, point, hit.

PURCEPT, precept, warrant.

PURE, fine, capital, excellent.

PURELY, perfectly, utterly.

PURL, pleat or fold of a ruff.

PURSE-NET, net of which the mouth is drawn together with a string.

PURSUIVANT, state messenger who summoned the persecuted seminaries;
warrant officer.

PURSY, PURSINESS, shortwinded(ness).

PUT, make a push, exert yourself (N.E.D.).

PUT OFF, excuse, shift.

PUT ON, incite, encourage; proceed with, take in hand, try.

QUACKSALVER, quack.

QUAINT, elegant, elaborated, ingenious, clever.

QUAR, quarry.

QUARRIED, seized, or fed upon, as prey.

QUEAN, hussy, jade.

QUEASY, hazardous, delicate.

QUELL, kill, destroy.

QUEST, request; inquiry.

QUESTION, decision by force of arms.

QUESTMAN, one appointed to make official inquiry.

QUIB, QUIBLIN, quibble, quip.

QUICK, the living.

QUIDDIT, quiddity, legal subtlety.

QUIRK, clever turn or trick.

QUIT, requite, repay; acquit, absolve; rid; forsake, leave.

QUITTER-BONE, disease of horses.

QUODLING, codling.

QUOIT, throw like a quoit, chuck.

QUOTE, take note, observe, write down.

RACK, neck of mutton or pork (Halliwell).

RAKE UP, cover over.

RAMP, rear, as a lion, etc.

RAPT, carry away.

RAPT, enraptured.

RASCAL, young or inferior deer.

RASH, strike with a glancing oblique blow, as a boar with its tusk.

RATSEY, GOMALIEL, a famous highwayman.

RAVEN, devour.

REACH, understand.

REAL, regal.

REBATU, ruff, turned-down collar.

RECTOR, RECTRESS, director, governor.

REDARGUE, confute.

REDUCE, bring back.

REED, rede, counsel, advice.

REEL, run riot.

REFEL, refute.

REFORMADOES, disgraced or disbanded soldiers.

REGIMENT, government.

REGRESSION, return.

REGULAR ("Tale of a Tub"), regular noun (quibble) (N.E.D.).

RELIGION, "make--of," make a point of, scruple of.

RELISH, savour.

REMNANT, scrap of quotation.

REMORA, species of fish.

RENDER, depict, exhibit, show.

REPAIR, reinstate.

REPETITION, recital, narration.

REREMOUSE, bat.

RESIANT, resident.

RESIDENCE, sediment.

RESOLUTION, judgment, decision.

RESOLVE, inform; assure; prepare, make up one's mind; dissolve; come to
a decision, be convinced; relax, set at ease.

RESPECTIVE, worthy of respect; regardful, discriminative.

RESPECTIVELY, with reverence.

RESPECTLESS, regardless.

RESPIRE, exhale; inhale.

RESPONSIBLE, correspondent.

REST, musket-rest.

REST, "set up one's--," venture one's all, one's last stake (from game
of primero).

REST, arrest.

RESTIVE, RESTY, dull, inactive.

RETCHLESS(NESS), reckless(ness).

RETIRE, cause to retire.

RETRICATO, fencing term.

RETRIEVE, rediscovery of game once sprung.

RETURNS, ventures sent abroad, for the safe return of which so much
money is received.

REVERBERATE, dissolve or blend by reflected heat.

REVERSE, REVERSO, back-handed thrust, etc., in fencing.

REVISE, reconsider a sentence.

RHEUM, spleen, caprice.

RIBIBE, abusive term for an old woman.

RID, destroy, do away with.

RIFLING, raffling, dicing.

RING, "cracked within the--," coins so cracked were unfit for currency.

RISSE, risen, rose.

RIVELLED, wrinkled.

ROARER, swaggerer.

ROCHET, fish of the gurnet kind.

ROCK, distaff.

RODOMONTADO, braggadocio.

ROGUE, vagrant, vagabond.

RONDEL, "a round mark in the score of a public-house" (Nares); roundel.

ROOK, sharper; fool, dupe.

ROSAKER, similar to ratsbane.

ROSA-SOLIS, a spiced spirituous liquor.

ROSES, rosettes.

ROUND, "gentlemen of the--," officers of inferior rank.

ROUND TRUNKS, trunk hose, short loose breeches reaching almost or quite
to the knees.

ROUSE, carouse, bumper.

ROVER, arrow used for shooting at a random mark at uncertain distance.

ROWLY-POWLY, roly-poly.

RUDE, RUDENESS, unpolished, rough(ness), coarse(ness).

RUFFLE, flaunt, swagger.

RUG, coarse frieze.

RUG-GOWNS, gown made of rug.

RUSH, reference to rushes with which the floors were then strewn.

RUSHER, one who strewed the floor with rushes.

RUSSET, homespun cloth of neutral or reddish-brown colour.

SACK, loose, flowing gown.

SADLY, seriously, with gravity.

SAD(NESS), sober, serious(ness).

SAFFI, bailiffs.

ST. THOMAS A WATERINGS, place in Surrey where criminals were executed.

SAKER, small piece of ordnance.

SALT, leap.

SALT, lascivious.

SAMPSUCHINE, sweet marjoram.

SARABAND, a slow dance.

SATURNALS, began December 17.

SAUCINESS, presumption, insolence.

SAUCY, bold, impudent, wanton.

SAUNA (Lat.), a gesture of contempt.

SAVOUR, perceive; gratify, please; to partake of the nature.

SAY, sample.

SAY, assay, try.

SCALD, word of contempt, implying dirt and disease.

SCALLION, shalot, small onion.

SCANDERBAG, "name which the Turks (in allusion to Alexander the Great)
gave to the brave Castriot, chief of Albania, with whom they had
continual wars. His romantic life had just been translated" (Gifford).

SCAPE, escape.

SCARAB, beetle.

SCARTOCCIO, fold of paper, cover, cartouch, cartridge.

SCONCE, head.

SCOPE, aim.

SCOT AND LOT, tax, contribution (formerly a parish assessment).

SCOTOMY, dizziness in the head.

SCOUR, purge.

SCOURSE, deal, swap.

SCRATCHES, disease of horses.

SCROYLE, mean, rascally fellow.

SCRUPLE, doubt.

SEAL, put hand to the giving up of property or rights.

SEALED, stamped as genuine.

SEAM-RENT, ragged.

SEAMING LACES, insertion or edging.

SEAR UP, close by searing, burning.

SEARCED, sifted.

SECRETARY, able to keep a secret.

SECULAR, worldly, ordinary, commonplace.

SECURE, confident.

SEELIE, happy, blest.

SEISIN, legal term: possession.

SELLARY, lewd person.

SEMBLABLY, similarly.

SEMINARY, a Romish priest educated in a foreign seminary.

SENSELESS, insensible, without sense or feeling.

SENSIBLY, perceptibly.

SENSIVE, sensitive.

SENSUAL, pertaining to the physical or material.

SERENE, harmful dew of evening.

SERICON, red tincture.

SERVANT, lover.

SERVICES, doughty deeds of arms.

SESTERCE, Roman copper coin.

SET, stake, wager.

SET UP, drill.

SETS, deep plaits of the ruff.

SEWER, officer who served up the feast, and brought water for the hands
of the guests.

SHAPE, a suit by way of disguise.

SHIFT, fraud, dodge.

SHIFTER, cheat.

SHITTLE, shuttle; "shittle-cock," shuttlecock.

SHOT, tavern reckoning.

SHOT-CLOG, one only tolerated because he paid the shot (reckoning) for
the rest.

SHOT-FREE, scot-free, not having to pay.

SHOVE-GROAT, low kind of gambling amusement, perhaps somewhat of the
nature of pitch and toss.

SHOT-SHARKS, drawers.

SHREWD, mischievous, malicious, curst.

SHREWDLY, keenly, in a high degree.

SHRIVE, sheriff; posts were set up before his door for proclamations, or
to indicate his residence.

SHROVING, Shrovetide, season of merriment.

SIGILLA, seal, mark.

SILENCED BRETHERN, MINISTERS, those of the Church or Nonconformists who
had been silenced, deprived, etc.

SILLY, simple, harmless.

SIMPLE, silly, witless; plain, true.

SIMPLES, herbs.

SINGLE, term of chase, signifying when the hunted stag is separated from
the herd, or forced to break covert.

SINGLE, weak, silly.

SINGLE-MONEY, small change.

SINGULAR, unique, supreme.

SI-QUIS, bill, advertisement.

SKELDRING, getting money under false pretences; swindling.

SKILL, "it--s not," matters not.

SKINK(ER), pour, draw(er), tapster.

SKIRT, tail.

SLEEK, smooth.

SLICE, fire shovel or pan (dial.).

SLICK, sleek, smooth.

'SLID, 'SLIGHT, 'SPRECIOUS, irreverent oaths.

SLIGHT, sleight, cunning, cleverness; trick.

SLIP, counterfeit coin, bastard.

SLIPPERY, polished and shining.

SLOPS, large loose breeches.

SLOT, print of a stag's foot.

SLUR, put a slur on; cheat (by sliding a die in some way).

SMELT, gull, simpleton.

SNORLE, "perhaps snarl, as Puppy is addressed" (Cunningham).

SNOTTERIE, filth.

SNUFF, anger, resentment; "take in--," take offence at.

SNUFFERS, small open silver dishes for holding snuff, or receptacle for
placing snuffers in (Halliwell).

SOCK, shoe worn by comic actors.

SOD, seethe.

SOGGY, soaked, sodden.

SOIL, "take--," said of a hunted stag when he takes to the water for
safety.

SOL, sou.

SOLDADOES, soldiers.

SOLICIT, rouse, excite to action.

SOOTH, flattery, cajolery.

SOOTHE, flatter, humour.

SOPHISTICATE, adulterate.

SORT, company, party; rank, degree.

SORT, suit, fit; select.

SOUSE, ear.

SOUSED ("Devil is an Ass"), fol. read "sou't," which Dyce interprets
as "a variety of the spelling of "shu'd": to "shu" is to scare a bird
away." (See his "Webster," page 350).

SOWTER, cobbler.

SPAGYRICA, chemistry according to the teachings of Paracelsus.

SPAR, bar.

SPEAK, make known, proclaim.

SPECULATION, power of sight.

SPED, to have fared well, prospered.

SPEECE, species.

SPIGHT, anger, rancour.

SPINNER, spider.

SPINSTRY, lewd person.

SPITTLE, hospital, lazar-house.

SPLEEN, considered the seat of the emotions.

SPLEEN, caprice, humour, mood.

SPRUNT, spruce.

SPURGE, foam.

SPUR-RYAL, gold coin worth 15s.

SQUIRE, square, measure; "by the--," exactly.

STAGGERING, wavering, hesitating.

STAIN, disparagement, disgrace.

STALE, decoy, or cover, stalking-horse.

STALE, make cheap, common.

STALK, approach stealthily or under cover.

STALL, forestall.

STANDARD, suit.

STAPLE, market, emporium.

STARK, downright.

STARTING-HOLES, loopholes of escape.

STATE, dignity; canopied chair of state; estate.

STATUMINATE, support vines by poles or stakes; used by Pliny (Gifford).

STAY, gag.

STAY, await; detain.

STICKLER, second or umpire.

STIGMATISE, mark, brand.

STILL, continual(ly), constant(ly).

STINKARD, stinking fellow.

STINT, stop.

STIPTIC, astringent.

STOCCATA, thrust in fencing.

STOCK-FISH, salted and dried fish.

STOMACH, pride, valour.

STOMACH, resent.

STOOP, swoop down as a hawk.

STOP, fill, stuff.

STOPPLE, stopper.

STOTE, stoat, weasel.

STOUP, stoop, swoop=bow.

STRAIGHT, straightway.

STRAMAZOUN (Ital. stramazzone), a down blow, as opposed to the thrust.

STRANGE, like a stranger, unfamiliar.

STRANGENESS, distance of behaviour.

STREIGHTS, OR BERMUDAS, labyrinth of alleys and courts in the Strand.

STRIGONIUM, Grau in Hungary, taken from the Turks in 1597.

STRIKE, balance (accounts).

STRINGHALT, disease of horses.

STROKER, smoother, flatterer.

STROOK, p.p. of "strike."

STRUMMEL-PATCHED, strummel is glossed in dialect dicts. as "a long,
loose and dishevelled head of hair."

STUDIES, studious efforts.

STYLE, title; pointed instrument used for writing on wax tablets.

SUBTLE, fine, delicate, thin; smooth, soft.

SUBTLETY (SUBTILITY), subtle device.

SUBURB, connected with loose living.

SUCCUBAE, demons in form of women.

SUCK, extract money from.

SUFFERANCE, suffering.

SUMMED, term of falconry: with full-grown plumage.

SUPER-NEGULUM, topers turned the cup bottom up when it was empty.

SUPERSTITIOUS, over-scrupulous.

SUPPLE, to make pliant.

SURBATE, make sore with walking.

SURCEASE, cease.

SUR-REVERENCE, save your reverence.

SURVISE, peruse.

SUSCITABILITY, excitability.

SUSPECT, suspicion.

SUSPEND, suspect.

SUSPENDED, held over for the present.

SUTLER, victualler.

SWAD, clown, boor.

SWATH BANDS, swaddling clothes.

SWINGE, beat.

TABERD, emblazoned mantle or tunic worn by knights and heralds.

TABLE(S), "pair of--," tablets, note-book.

TABOR, small drum.

TABRET, tabor.

TAFFETA, silk; "tuft-taffeta," a more costly silken fabric.

TAINT, "--a staff," break a lance at tilting in an unscientific or
dishonourable manner.

TAKE IN, capture, subdue.

TAKE ME WITH YOU, let me understand you.

TAKE UP, obtain on credit, borrow.

TALENT, sum or weight of Greek currency.

TALL, stout, brave.

TANKARD-BEARERS, men employed to fetch water from the conduits.

TARLETON, celebrated comedian and jester.

TARTAROUS, like a Tartar.

TAVERN-TOKEN, "to swallow a--," get drunk.

TELL, count.

TELL-TROTH, truth-teller.

TEMPER, modify, soften.

TENDER, show regard, care for, cherish; manifest.

TENT, "take--," take heed.

TERSE, swept and polished.

TERTIA, "that portion of an army levied out of one particular district
or division of a country" (Gifford).

TESTON, tester, coin worth 6d.

THIRDBOROUGH, constable.

THREAD, quality.

THREAVES, droves.

THREE-FARTHINGS, piece of silver current under Elizabeth.

THREE-PILED, of finest quality, exaggerated.

THRIFTILY, carefully.

THRUMS, ends of the weaver's warp; coarse yarn made from.

THUMB-RING, familiar spirits were supposed capable of being carried
about in various ornaments or parts of dress.

TIBICINE, player on the tibia, or pipe.

TICK-TACK, game similar to backgammon.

TIGHTLY, promptly.

TIM, (?) expressive of a climax of nonentity.

TIMELESS, untimely, unseasonable.

TINCTURE, an essential or spiritual principle supposed by alchemists
to be transfusible into material things; an imparted characteristic or
tendency.

TINK, tinkle.

TIPPET, "turn--," change behaviour or way of life.

TIPSTAFF, staff tipped with metal.

TIRE, head-dress.

TIRE, feed ravenously, like a bird of prey.

TITILLATION, that which tickles the senses, as a perfume.

TOD, fox.

TOILED, worn out, harassed.

TOKEN, piece of base metal used in place of very small coin, when this
was scarce.

TONNELS, nostrils.

TOP, "parish--," large top kept in villages for amusement and exercise
in frosty weather when people were out of work.

TOTER, tooter, player on a wind instrument.

TOUSE, pull, rend.

TOWARD, docile, apt; on the way to; as regards; present, at hand.

TOY, whim; trick; term of contempt.

TRACT, attraction.

TRAIN, allure, entice.

TRANSITORY, transmittable.

TRANSLATE, transform.

TRAY-TRIP, game at dice (success depended on throwing a three) (Nares).

TREACHOUR (TRECHER), traitor.

TREEN, wooden.

TRENCHER, serving-man who carved or served food.

TRENDLE-TAIL, trundle-tail, curly-tailed.

TRICK (TRICKING), term of heraldry: to draw outline of coat of arms,
etc., without blazoning.

TRIG, a spruce, dandified man.

TRILL, trickle.

TRILLIBUB, tripe, any worthless, trifling thing.

TRIPOLY, "come from--," able to perform feats of agility, a "jest
nominal," depending on the first part of the word (Gifford).

TRITE, worn, shabby.

TRIVIA, three-faced goddess (Hecate).

TROJAN, familiar term for an equal or inferior; thief.

TROLL, sing loudly.

TROMP, trump, deceive.

TROPE, figure of speech.

TROW, think, believe, wonder.

TROWLE, troll.

TROWSES, breeches, drawers.

TRUCHMAN, interpreter.

TRUNDLE, JOHN, well-known printer.

TRUNDLE, roll, go rolling along.

TRUNDLING CHEATS, term among gipsies and beggars for carts or coaches
(Gifford).

TRUNK, speaking-tube.

TRUSS, tie the tagged laces that fastened the breeches to the doublet.

TUBICINE, trumpeter.

TUCKET (Ital. toccato), introductory flourish on the trumpet.

TUITION, guardianship.

TUMBLER, a particular kind of dog so called from the mode of his
hunting.

TUMBREL-SLOP, loose, baggy breeches.

TURD, excrement.

TUSK, gnash the teeth (Century Dict.).

TWIRE, peep, twinkle.

TWOPENNY ROOM, gallery.

TYRING-HOUSE, attiring-room.

ULENSPIEGEL. See Howleglass.

UMBRATILE, like or pertaining to a shadow.

UMBRE, brown dye.

UNBATED, unabated.

UNBORED, (?) excessively bored.

UNCARNATE, not fleshly, or of flesh.

UNCOUTH, strange, unusual.

UNDERTAKER, "one who undertook by his influence in the House of Commons
to carry things agreeably to his Majesty's wishes" (Whalley); one who
becomes surety for.

UNEQUAL, unjust.

UNEXCEPTED, no objection taken at.

UNFEARED, unaffrighted.

UNHAPPILY, unfortunately.

UNICORN'S HORN, supposed antidote to poison.

UNKIND(LY), unnatural(ly).

UNMANNED, untamed (term in falconry).

UNQUIT, undischarged.

UNREADY, undressed.

UNRUDE, rude to an extreme.

UNSEASONED, unseasonable, unripe.

UNSEELED, a hawk's eyes were "seeled" by sewing the eyelids together
with fine thread.

UNTIMELY, unseasonably.

UNVALUABLE, invaluable.

UPBRAID, make a matter of reproach.

UPSEE, heavy kind of Dutch beer (Halliwell); "--Dutch," in the Dutch
fashion.

UPTAILS ALL, refrain of a popular song.

URGE, allege as accomplice, instigator.

URSHIN, URCHIN, hedgehog.

USE, interest on money; part of sermon dealing with the practical
application of doctrine.

USE, be in the habit of, accustomed to; put out to interest.

USQUEBAUGH, whisky.

USURE, usury.

UTTER, put in circulation, make to pass current; put forth for sale.

VAIL, bow, do homage.

VAILS, tips, gratuities.

VALL. See Vail.

VALLIES (Fr. valise), portmanteau, bag.

VAPOUR(S) (n. and v.), used affectedly, like "humour," in many senses,
often very vaguely and freely ridiculed by Jonson; humour, disposition,
whims, brag(ging), hector(ing), etc.

VARLET, bailiff, or serjeant-at-mace.

VAUT, vault.

VEER (naut.), pay out.

VEGETAL, vegetable; person full of life and vigour.

VELLUTE, velvet.

VELVET CUSTARD. Cf. "Taming of the Shrew," iv. 3, 82, "custard coffin,"
coffin being the raised crust over a pie.

VENT, vend, sell; give outlet to; scent, snuff up.

VENUE, bout (fencing term).

VERDUGO (Span.), hangman, executioner.

VERGE, "in the--," within a certain distance of the court.

VEX, agitate, torment.

VICE, the buffoon of old moralities; some kind of machinery for moving a
puppet (Gifford).

VIE AND REVIE, to hazard a certain sum, and to cover it with a larger
one.

VINCENT AGAINST YORK, two heralds-at-arms.

VINDICATE, avenge.

VIRGE, wand, rod.

VIRGINAL, old form of piano.

VIRTUE, valour.

VIVELY, in lifelike manner, livelily.

VIZARD, mask.

VOGUE, rumour, gossip.

VOICE, vote.

VOID, leave, quit.

VOLARY, cage, aviary.

VOLLEY, "at--," "o' the volee," at random (from a term of tennis).

VORLOFFE, furlough.

WADLOE, keeper of the Devil Tavern, where Jonson and his friends met in
the 'Apollo' room (Whalley).

WAIGHTS, waits, night musicians, "band of musical watchmen" (Webster),
or old form of "hautboys."

WANNION, "vengeance," "plague" (Nares).

WARD, a famous pirate.

WARD, guard in fencing.

WATCHET, pale, sky blue.

WEAL, welfare.

WEED, garment.

WEFT, waif.

WEIGHTS, "to the gold--," to every minute particular.

WELKIN, sky.

WELL-SPOKEN, of fair speech.

WELL-TORNED, turned and polished, as on a wheel.

WELT, hem, border of fur.

WHER, whether.

WHETSTONE, GEORGE, an author who lived 1544(?) to 1587(?).

WHIFF, a smoke, or drink; "taking the--," inhaling the tobacco smoke or
some such accomplishment.

WHIGH-HIES, neighings, whinnyings.

WHIMSY, whim, "humour."

WHINILING, (?) whining, weakly.

WHIT, (?) a mere jot.

WHITEMEAT, food made of milk or eggs.

WICKED, bad, clumsy.

WICKER, pliant, agile.

WILDING, esp. fruit of wild apple or crab tree (Webster).

WINE, "I have the--for you," Prov.: I have the perquisites (of the
office) which you are to share (Cunningham).

WINNY, "same as old word "wonne," to stay, etc." (Whalley).

WISE-WOMAN, fortune-teller.

WISH, recommend.

WISS (WUSSE), "I--," certainly, of a truth.

WITHOUT, beyond.

WITTY, cunning, ingenious, clever.

WOOD, collection, lot.

WOODCOCK, term of contempt.

WOOLSACK ("--pies"), name of tavern.

WORT, unfermented beer.

WOUNDY, great, extreme.

WREAK, revenge.

WROUGHT, wrought upon.

WUSSE, interjection. (See Wiss).

YEANLING, lamb, kid.

ZANY, an inferior clown, who attended upon the chief fool and mimicked
his tricks.