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Your Five Gallants ..............................................................................................................................................1

Thomas Middleton ...................................................................................................................................1

I.[i. A room in Frippery's house.] .............................................................................................................2

II.[i. A room in Primero's house]...........................................................................................................16

[III.i. A room in Tailby's lodging].........................................................................................................48

IV.[i. Before Tailby's lodging] ...............................................................................................................65

V.[i. A chamber]....................................................................................................................................92


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Your Five Gallants

Thomas Middleton

Act I 

Act II 

Act III 

Act IV 

Act V  

Dramatis Personae 

FRIPPERY, the brokergallant 

PRIMERO, the bawdgallant 

[Justinian] GOLDSTONE, the cheatinggallant 

PURSENET, the pocketgallant 

TAILBY, the whoregallant 

FITSGRAVE, a gentleman 

BUNGLER, cousin to Mistress Newcut 

PYAMONT 

ARTHUR, servant to Frippery 

FULK, servant to Goldstone 

BOY, servant to Pursenet 

JACK, servant to Tailby 

MARMADUKE, servant to Mistress Newcut 

[Two FELLOWS] 

[Jeronimo Bedlam, a SERVANT friendly to Fitsgrave] 

[A SERVANT of the Mitre] 

[VINTNER, named Jack] 

[Two DRAWERS] 

[Two GENTLEMEN] 

[TAILOR] 

[SERVANTS to Mistresses Cleveland, Newbold, and Tiffany] 

[Two CONSTABLES] 

[PAINTER] 

KATHERINE, a wealthy orphan 

MISTRESS NEWCUT, a merchant's wife 

NOVICE 

[Three] COURTESANS 

INDUCTION

Presenter, or Prologue, passing over the stage; the bawdgallant [Primero], with three wenches gallantly

attired, meets him; the whoregallant [Tailby], the pocketgallant [Pursenet], the cheatinggallant

[Goldstone], kiss these three wenches, and depart in a little whisper and wanton action. Now, for the other,

the brokergallant [Frippery], he sits at home yet, I warrant you, at this time of day, summing up his pawns.

Hactenus quasi inductio, a little glimpse giving. 

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[Frippery discovered summing up his pawns, one Fellow standing by him.] Enter a Second Fellow [led in by

Arthur]. 

ARTHUR

Is your pawn good and sound, sir? 

SECOND FELLOW

I'll pawn my life for that, sir. 

ARTHUR

Place yourself there then; I will seek to prefer it presently. My master is very jealous of the pestilence; marry,

the pox sits at meat and meal with him. 

[Second Fellow retires.] 

FRIPPERY

[Reads] "Lent the fifth day of September to Mistress Onset upon her gown [and] taffeta petticoat with three

broad silver laces, three pound fifteen shillings. Lent to Justice Cropshin upon both his velvet jackets, five

pound ten shillings. Lent privately to my Lady Newcut upon her gilt castingbottle and her silver liepot,

fiftyfive shillings." 

ARTHUR

Sir 

FRIPPERY

[Reads] "Lent to Sir Oliver Needy upon his taffeta cloak, beaver hat, and perfumed leatherjerkin, six pound

five shillings." 

ARTHUR

May it please your worship 

FRIPPERY

[Reads] "Lent to Master Andrew Lucifer upon his flamecoloured doublet and blue taffeta hose"Top the

candle, sirrah; methinks the light burns blue: when came that suit in? 

ARTHUR

'T'as lain above the year now. 

FRIPPERY

Fire and brimstone! Cut it out into matches; the white linings will serve for tinder. 

ARTHUR

And with little help, sir; they are almost black enough already. Sir, here's another come with a pawn. 

FRIPPERY

Keep him aside awhile, and reach me hither the bill of the last week. 

ARTHUR


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'Tis here at hand, sir. 

FRIPPERY

Now, sir, what's your pawn? 

FIRST FELLOW

The second part of a gentlewoman's gown, sir; the lower half, I mean. 

FRIPPERY

I apprehend you easily, the breeches of the gown. 

FIRST FELLOW

Very proper, for she wears the doublet at home; a guest that lies in my house, sir; she looks every hour for her

cousin out a' th' country. 

FRIPPERY

O, her cousin lies here; 'a may mistake in that. My friend, of what parish is your pawn? 

FIRST FELLOW

Parish? Why, Saint Clement's, sir. 

FRIPPERY

[To Second Fellow] I'll come to you presently. [To First Fellow] What parish is your pawn, my friend?

[Reads] "Saint Bride's, five; Saint Dunstan's, none; Saint Clement's, three." Three at Clement's? Away with

your pawn, sir, your parish is infected! I will neither purchase the plague for sixpence in the pound and a

groat billmoney, nor venture my small stock into contagious parishes: you have your answer; fare you well,

as fast as you can, sir. 

FIRST FELLOW

The pox arrest you, sir, at the suit of the suburbs! 

FRIPPERY

Ay, welcome, welcome. 

FIRST FELLOW

For, I think, plague scorns your company. 

Exit. 

FRIPPERY

I rank with chief gallants; I love to smell safely. [Reads] "Lent in the vacation to Master Proctor upon his

spiritual gown five angels, and upon his corporal doublet fifteen shillings; sum, three pound five shillings." 

ARTHUR

Sir 

FRIPPERY

Now, sir? 

ARTHUR

[Bringing forward a trunk] Here's one come in with a trunk of apparel. 


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FRIPPERY

Whence comes it? 

ARTHUR

From Saint Martin'sintheField. 

FRIPPERY

Saint Martin'sintheField? [Reads] "Saint Mary Maudlin, two; Saint Martin's, none." Here's an honest

fellow; let him appear, sir. 

ARTHUR

You may come near, sir. 

FRIPPERY

O welcome, welcome; what's your pawn, sir? 

SECOND FELLOW

Faith, a gentlewoman's whole suit, sir. 

FRIPPERY

Whole suit? 'Tis well. 

SECOND FELLOW

A poor, kind soul, troubled with a bad husband; one that puts her to her shifts here. 

FRIPPERY

He puts here from her shifts, methinks, when she is fain to pawn her clothes. 

SECOND FELLOW

Look you, sir; a fair satin gown, new taffeta petticoat 

FRIPPERY

Stay, this petticoat has been turned. 

SECOND FELLOW

Often turned up and down, and you will, but never turned, sir. 

FRIPPERY

Cry you mercy, indeed. 

SECOND FELLOW

A fine white beaver, pearl band, three falls; I ha' known her have more in her days. 

FRIPPERY

Alas, and she be but a gentlewoman of any count or charge, three falls are nothing in these days! Know that:

tut, the world's changed; [gentlewomen's] falls stand upright now; no sin but has a bolster, that it may lie at

ease. Well, what do you borrow of these, sir? 

SECOND FELLOW

Twelve pounds, and you will, sir. 


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FRIPPERY

How? 

SECOND FELLOW

They were not her's for twenty. 

FRIPPERY

Why, so; our pawn is ever thrice the value of our money, unless in plate and jewels; how should the months

be restored and the use else? We must cast it for the twelvemonth, so many pounds, so many months, so

many eighteenpences; then the use of these eighteenpences; then the want of the return of those pounds: all

these must be laid together; which well considered, the valuation of the pawn had need to sound treble. Can

six pound pleasure the gentlewoman? 

SECOND FELLOW

It may please her, but, like a man of threescore, in the limberest degree. 

FRIPPERY

I have but one word more to say in't; twenty nobles is all and the utmost that I will hazard upon't. 

SECOND FELLOW

She must be content with't: the less borrowed, the better paid; come. 

FRIPPERY

Arthur. 

ARTHUR

At hand, sir. 

FRIPPERY

Tell out twenty nobles, and take her name in a bill. 

SECOND FELLOW

I'm satisfied, sir. 

[Exit with Arthur.] 

FRIPPERY

Welcome, good Saint Martin'sintheField, welcome, welcome! I know no other name. 

Enter Primero. 

PRIMERO

What, so hard at your prayers? 

FRIPPERY

A little, sir; summing up my pawns herewhat, Master Primero, is it you, sir gallant? And how does all the

pretty, sweet ladies, those plump, kind, delicate blisses, ha? whom I kiss in my very thoughts? How do they,

gallant? 

PRIMERO


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Why, gallant, if they should not do well in my house, where should it be done, boy? Have I not a glorious

situation? 

FRIPPERY

O, a gallant receipt: violet air, curious garden, quaint walks, fantastical arbours, three back doors, and a

coachgate! Nay, thou'rt admirably seated: little furniture will serve thee; thou'rt never without moveables. 

PRIMERO

Ay, praise my stars! Ah, the goodly virginities that have been cut up in my house, and the goodly patrimonies

that have lain like sops in the gravy! And when those sops were eaten, yet the meat was kept whole for

another, and another, and another; for as in one pie twenty may dip their sippits, so upon one woman forty

may consume their patrimonies. 

FRIPPERY

Excellent, Master Primero! 

PRIMERO

Well, I'll pray for women while I live; 

They're the profitablest fools, I'll say that for 'em, 

A man can keep about his house; the prettiest kind fowl, 

So tame, so gentle, e'en to strangers' hands 

So soon familiar, suffer to be touch'd 

Of those they ne'er saw twice: the dove's not like 'em. 

FRIPPERY

Most certain, for that's honest: but I have 

A suit to you. 

PRIMERO

And so have I to you. 

FRIPPERY

That happens well: grant mine, and I'll grant yours. 

PRIMERO

A match. 

FRIPPERY

Make me perfect in that trick that got you so much at primero. 

PRIMERO

O, for the thread tied at your partner's leg, 

The twitch? 

FRIPPERY

Ay, that twitch and you call't so. 

PRIMERO

That secret twitch got me five hundred pound 

Ere 'twas first known, and since I ha' sold it well: 

Five hundred pound laid down shall not yet buy 


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The feesimple of my twitch: I would be here with't. 

'Twas a best invention; 

I'd been a beggar many a lousy year 

But for my twitch: it was the prettiest twitch! 

Many overcheated gulls have fatted 

Me with the bottom of their patrimonies, 

E'en to the last sop, gaped while I fed 'em, 

Who now live by that art that first undid 'em, 

But I must swear you to be secret, close. 

FRIPPERY

As a maid at ten. 

PRIMERO

Had you sworn but two years higher 

I would ne'er ha' believ'd you. 

FRIPPERY

Nay, I let twelve alone, 

For after twelve has struck, maids look for one. 

PRIMERO

I look for one too, and a maid, I think. 

FRIPPERY

What, to come hither? 

PRIMERO

Sure, she follows me: 

A pretty, fateyed wench, with a Venus in her cheek; did but raiment smile upon her, she were nectar for

great dons, boy: and that's my suit to thee. 

FRIPPERY

And that's granted already. Of what volume is this book, that I may fit a cover to't? 

PRIMERO

Faith, neither in folio nor in decimo sexto, but in octavo, between both; a pretty, middlesized trug. 

FRIPPERY

Then I have fitted her already, in my eye, i'faith. Here came a pawn in e'en now will make shift to serve her

as fit! Look you, sir [gallant]: satin, taffeta, beaver, fall, and all. 

PRIMERO

Is it new? 

FRIPPERY

New? You see it bears her youth as freshly. 

PRIMERO

A pretty suit of clothes, i'faith: but put case the party should come to redeem 'em of a sudden? 


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FRIPPERY

Pooh, then your wit's sickly: have not I the policy, think you, to seem extreme busy, and defer 'em till the

morrow? Against which time that pawn shall be secretly fetched home, and another carried out to supply the

place. 

PRIMERO

I like thy craft well there.

FRIPPERY

A general course. O, frippery is an unknown benefit, sir gallant! 

PRIMERO

And what must I give you for the hire now, i'faith?

FRIPPERY

Of the whole suit, for the month?

PRIMERO

Ay, for the month.

FRIPPERY

Go to, you shall give me but twelvepence aday; Master Primero, you're a friend, and I'll use you so: 'tis got

up at your house in an afternoon, i'faith, the hire of the whole month. Ye must think I can distinguish spirits,

and put a difference between you and others; you pay no more, i'faith. 

PRIMERO

I could have offered you no less myself. 

FRIPPERY

Tut, a man must use a friend as a friend may use him: your house has been a sweet house to me, both for

pleasure and profit; I'll give you your due: omne tulit punctum, you have always kept fine punks in your

house, that's for pleasure, qui miscuit utile dulci, and I have had sweet pawns from 'em, that's for profit now. 

PRIMERO

You flatter, you flatter, sir gallant. But whist! Here she enters: I prithee, question her. 

Enter Novice. 

O, you're welcome! 

FRIPPERY

Is this your new scholar, Master Primero? 

PRIMERO

Marry, is she, sir. 


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FRIPPERY

I'll commend your judgment in a wench while I live: that face will get money, i'faith; 'twill be a getpenny, I

warrant you. [To Novice] Go to, your fortune was choice, pretty bliss, to fall into the regard of so kind a

gentleman. 

NOVICE

I hope so, sir. 

FRIPPERY

See what his care has provided already for you; you'll be simply set out to the world! If you'll have that care

now to deserve his pains, O, that will be acceptable! And these be the rudiments you must chiefly point at: to

counterfeit cunningly, to wind in gentlemen with powerful attraction to keep his house in name and custom,

to dissemble with your own brother, never to betray your fellows' imperfections nor lay open the state of their

bodies to strangers, to believe those that give you, to gull those that believe you, to laugh at all under taffeta;

and these be your rudiments. 

PRIMERO

There's e'en all, i'faith; we'll trouble you with no more. Nay, you shall live at ease enough: for nimming away

jewels and favours from gentlemen, which are your chief vails, [I] hope that will come naturally enough to

you, I need not instruct you; you'll have that wit, I trust, to make the most of your pleasure. 

NOVICE

I hope one's motherwit will serve for that, sir. 

PRIMERO

O, properest of all, wench! It must be a shewit that does those things, and thy mother was quick enough at it

in her days. 

FRIPPERY

Give me leave, sister, to examine you upon two or three particulars: and make you ready, be not ashamed;

here's none but friends. Are you a maid? 

NOVICE

Yes, in the last quarter, sir. 

FRIPPERY

Very proper, that's e'en going out: a maid in the last quarter, that's a whore in the first. Let me see, new moon

on Thursday; she'll be chan[g]ed by that time, too. Are you willing to pleasure gentlemen? 

NOVICE

We are all born to pleasure our country, forsooth. 

FRIPPERY

Excellent! Can you carry yourself cunningly, and seem often holy? 

NOVICE

O, fear not that, sir! My friends were all Puritans. 

FRIPPERY

I'll ne'er try her further. 


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PRIMERO

She's done well, i'faith: I fear not now to turn her loose to any gentleman in Europe. 

FRIPPERY

You need not, sir: of her own accord, I think she'll be loose enough without turning. Arthur! 

Enter Arthur. 

ARTHUR

Here, sir. 

FRIPPERY

Go, make haste, shift her into that suit presently. 

ARTHUR

It shall be done. 

PRIMERO

Arthur, do't neatly, Arthur. 

ARTHUR

Fear't not, sir. 

PRIMERO

Follow him, wench. 

NOVICE

With all my heart, sir. 

[Exeunt Arthur and Novice.] 

PRIMERO

[But, mass, sir], 

In what are we forgetful all this while! 

FRIPPERY

In what? 

PRIMERO

The wooing business, man. 

FRIPPERY

Heart, that's true! 

PRIMERO

The gallants will prevent us. 

FRIPPERY

Are you certain? 

PRIMERO


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I can avouch it: there's a general meeting 

At the deceas'd knight's house this afternoon; 

There's rivalship enough. 

FRIPPERY

No doubt in that: 

Would either thou or I might bear her from 'em! 

PRIMERO

My hopes are not yet faint. 

FRIPPERY

Nor mine. 

PRIMERO

Tut, man. 

Nothing in women's hearts sooner win[s] place 

Than a grave outside and an impudent face. 

FRIPPERY

And for both those we'll fit it. 

PRIMERO

Ay, if the devil 

Be not in't: make haste. 

FRIPPERY

I follow straight. 

Exit Primero. 

Vanish, thou fog, and sink beneath our brightness, 

Abashed at the splendour of such beams! 

We scorn thee, base eclipser of our glories, 

That wouldst have hid our shine from mortal's eyes. 

Now, gallants, I'm for you, ay, and perhaps before you: 

You can appear but glorious from yourselves, 

And have your beams but drawn from your own light, 

But mine from many: many make me bright. 

Here's a diamond that sometimes graced the finger of a countess; here sits a ruby that ne'er lins blushing for

the party that pawned it; here a sapphire. O providence and fortune! My beginning was so poor, I would fain

forget it; and I take the only course, for I scorn to think on't; slave to a trencher, observer of a saltcellar,

privy to nothing but a closestool, or such unsavoury secret[s]: but as I strive to forget the days of my serving,

so I shall once remember the first step of my rising; for, having hardly raked five mark together, I rejoiced so

in that small stock, which most providentially I ventured by water to Blackwall among fishwives; and in

small time, what by weekly return and gainful restitution, it rize to a great body, beside a dish of fish for a

present, that stately preserved me a sevennight. 

Nor ceas'd it there, but drew on greater profit; 

For I was held religious by those 

That do profess like abstinence, 

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By charitable Catholics, 

Who censur'd me sincerely abstinate, 

When merely I for hunger, [not] for zeal, 

Eat up the fish, and put their alms to use! 

Ha, ha, ha! 

But those times are run out; and, for my sake, 

Zealous dissemblance has since far'd the worse. 

Let me see now, whose cloak shall I wear today to continue change? O Arthur! 

Enter Arthur. 

ARTHUR

Here, sir. 

FRIPPERY

Bring down Sir Oliver Needy's taffeta cloak and beaver hatI am sure he is fast enough [in the knight's

ward]and Andrew Lucifer's rapier and dagger with the embossed girdle and hangers, 

[Exit Arthur.] 

for he's in his third sweat by this time, sipping of the doctor's bottle, or picking the ninth part of a rack of

mutton, dryroasted, with a leash of nightcaps on his head like the pope's triple crown, and as many pillows

crushed to his back, with, "O the needles!" For he got the pox of a sempster, and it pricked so much more

naturally. Quick, Arthur, quick! 

[Enter Arthur with the pawned items, which Frippery puts on.] 

Now to the deceas'd knight's daughter, 

Whom many gallants sue to, I 'mongst many; 

For since impudence gains more respect than virtue, 

And coin [than] blood, which few can now deny, 

Who're your chief gallants then but such as I? 

[Exeunt.] 

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Enter Katherine and Fitsgrave. 

FITSGRAVE

You do your beauties injury, sweet virgin, 

To lose the time they must rejoice in youth: 

There's no perfection in a woman plac'd 

But wastes itself though it be never wasted; 

Then judge your wrongs yourself. 

KATHERINE

Good Master Fitsgrave, 

Through sorrow for the knight my father's death, 

Whose being was the [perfection] of my joy 

And crown of my desires, I cannot yet 


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But forcedly on marriage fix my heart: 

Yet heaven forbid I should deject your hopes! 

Conceive not of me so uncharitably; 

I should belie my soul if I should say 

You are the man I never should affect. 

I understand you thus far, you're a gentleman, 

Whom your estate and virtues may command 

To a far worthier breast than this of mine. 

FITSGRAVE

O cease! I dare not hear such blasphemy. 

What is without you worthy I neglect; 

In you is plac'd the worth that I respect. 

Vouchsafe, unequall'd virgin, [to] accept 

This worthless favour from your servant's arm, 

The hallow'd beads, whereon I justly kept 

The true and perfect number of my sighs. 

Gives a chain of pearl. 

KATHERINE

Mine cannot equal yours, yet in exchange 

Accept and wear it for my sake. 

Gives a jewel. 

FITSGRAVE

Even as my [life] I'll rate it. 

Enter Goldstone, Pursenet, Tailby, Frippery, Primero, and Boy, at the farther door. 

GOLDSTONE

Heart! Fitsgrave in such bosom singleloves? 

PURSENET

So close and private with her! 

TAILBY

Observe 'em; he grows proud and bold. 

FRIPPERY

Why, was not this a general meeting? 

PRIMERO

By her own consent. Death, how I could taste his blood! 

KATHERINE

See, the gentlemen, 

At my request, do all present themselves. 

GOLDSTONE

Manifold blisses wait on her desire, 


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Whose beauty and whose mind so many honour! 

KATHERINE

I take your wishes thankfully, kind gentlemen, 

All here assembled, over whose long suits 

I ne'er insulted; 

Nor, like that common sickness of our sex, 

Grew proud in the abundance of my suitors, 

Or number of the days they sued unto me. 

Dutiful sorrow for my father's death, 

Not wilful coyness, hath my hours detain'd 

So long in silence. 

I'm left to mine own choice: so much the more 

My care calls on me. If I err through love, 

'Tis I must chide myself; I cannot shift 

The fault unto my parents, they're at rest, 

And I shall sooner err through love than wealth. 

GOLDSTONE

Good! 

PURSENET

Excellent! 

TAILBY

That likes me well. 

PRIMERO

Hope still. 

KATHERINE

And my affections do pronounce you all 

Worthy their pure and most entire deserts: 

Yet they can choose but one; 

Nor do I dissuade any of his hopes, 

Because my heart is not yet thoroughly fix'd 

On marriage or the man, 

But crave the quiet respite of one month, 

The month unto this night; against which time 

I do invite you all to that election, 

Which, on my unstain'd faith and virgin promise, 

Shall light amongst no strangers, but yourselves. 

May this content you? 

While she is speaking, the Boy steals from her the chain of pearl. 

ALL 

Glad and content. 

KATHERINE

'Tis a good time to leave; 


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Till then commend us to your gentlest thoughts. 

Exit. 

ALL 

Enough. 

FITSGRAVE

Ough! 

The gallants look scurvily upon Fitsgrave, and he upon them. Exeunt Goldstone, Tailby, Frippery, and

Primero. As Pursenet is going out, the Boy takes him into a corner. 

BOY

Hist, master, hist! 

PURSENET

Boy, how now? 

BOY

Look you, sir. 

PURSENET

Her chain of pearl? 

BOY

I sneck'd it away finely. 

PURSENET

Active boy, 

Thy master's best revenue, his life and soul! 

Thou keep'st 'em both together: whip away. 

[Exit Boy.] 

[Aside] Fall back, fall belly, I must be maintained: 

Hope is no purchase; 

Nor care I if I miss her. Why I rank 

In this design with gallants, there's full cause; 

Policy invites me to it : 

'Tis not for love, or for her sake alone; 

It keeps my state suspectless and unknown. 

Exit. 

FITSGRAVE

Their looks run through and through me, and the stings 

Of their snakehissing whispers pierc'd my hearing. 

They're mad she grac'd me with one private minute 

Above their fortunes: I've observed 'em often 

Most spitefully aspected toward my happiness, 


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Beyond all others; but the cause I know not. 

A quiet month the virgin has enclos'd 

Unto herself; suitors stand without till then: 

In which space cunningly I'll wind myself 

Into their bosoms. I've bethought the shape; 

Some credulous scholar, easily infected 

With fashion, time, and humour: unto such 

Their deepest thoughts will, like to wanton fishes, 

Play above water, and be all parts seen: 

For since at me their envy pines, I'll see 

Whether their lives from touch of blame sit free. 

Exit. 

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Enter Primero, meeting Mistress Newcut. 

PRIMERO

Mistress Newcut, welcome: here will be choice of gallants for you anon. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Is all clear? May I venture? Am I not seen of the wicked? 

PRIMERO

Strange absurdity, that you should come into my house, and ask if you be not seen of the wicked! Push! I

take't unkindly, i'faith: what think you of my house? 'Tis no such common receptacle. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Forgive me, sweet Master Primero: I can be content to have my pleasure as much as another, but I must have

a care of my credit; I would not be seen anything else. My husband's at sea, and a woman shall have an ill

report in this world, let her carry herself never so secretly; you know't, Master Primero. And what choice of

gallants be they? Will they be proper gentlemen, think you? 

PRIMERO

Nay, sure they are as proper as they will be already. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

And I must have choice, you know; I come for no gain, but for sheer pleasure and affection. 

PRIMERO

You see your old spyhole yonder; take your stand, please your own eye. I'll work it so, the gallants shall

present themselves before you, and in the most conspicuous fashion. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

That's all I can desire [aside] till better come.Look you. 

PRIMERO


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What mean you, lady? 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

A trifle, sir, to buy you silver spurs. Good sir, accept it. 

[Gives money and retires.] 

PRIMERO

Silver spurs? A pretty emblem! Mark it; all her gifts are about riding still: the other day she sent me

boothose wrought in silk and gold; now silver spurs. Well, go thy ways, thou'rt as profitable a spirit as e'er

lighted into my house. 

Come, ladies, come, 'tis late; to music. When? 

Enter Courtesans and Novice. 

FIRST COURTESAN

You're best command us, sir! Our pimp's grown proud. 

PRIMERO

To fools and strangers these are gentlewomen 

Of sort and worship, knight's heirs, great in portions, 

Boarded here for their music; 

And oftentimes 't 'as been so cunningly carried, 

That I have had two stolen away at once, 

And married at Savoy, and prov'd honest shopkeepers: 

And I may safely swear they practis'd music; 

They're natural at pricksong. A small mist 

Will dazzle a fool's eye, and that's the world: 

So I can thump my hand upon the table 

With an austere grace, and cry, "One, two, and three," 

Fret, stamp, and curse, foh, 'twill pass well for me. 

Enter Boy. 

How now, sirrah? 

BOY

They're coming in, sir, and strangers in their company. 

PRIMERO

Tune apace, ladies. [To Boy] Be ready for the song, sirrah. 

Enter Goldstone, Pursenet, Frippery, Tailby, Fitsgrave disguised, and Bungler. 

GOLDSTONE

Nay, I beseech you, gallants, be more inward with this gentleman; [his parts deserve it]. 

PURSENET

Whence comes he, sir? 

GOLDSTONE


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Piping hot from the university; he smells of buttered loaves yet; an excellent scholar, [aside] but the arrantest

ass! [Presenting Bungler] For this our solicitor, he's a rare fellow fiveandforty mile hence, believe that: his

friends are of the old fashion, all in their graves; and now has he the leisure to follow all new fashions, ply the

brothels, practise salutes and cringes. 

PURSENET

O! 

GOLDSTONE

Now dear acquaintance, 

I'll bring you to see fashions. 

FITSGRAVE

What house is this, sir? 

GOLDSTONE

O, of great name: here music is profess'd; 

Here sometimes ladies practise, and the meanest, 

Daughters to men of worship, 

Whom gentlemen, such as ourselves, may visit, 

Court, clip, and exercise our wits upon; 

It is a profess'd courtesy. 

FITSGRAVE

A pretty recreation, i'faith! 

GOLDSTONE

I seldom saw so few here: you shall have 'em sometimes in every corner of the house, with their viols betwixt

their legs, and play the sweetest strokes; 'twould e'en filch your soul almost out of your bosom. 

FITSGRAVE

Pax on't, we spoil ourselves for want of these things at university. 

GOLDSTONE

You have no such natural happiness: let's draw near. 

PRIMERO

Gentlemen, you are all most respectively welcome. 

GOLDSTONE

We are bold and insatiate suitors, sir, to the breath of your music, and the dear sight of those ladies. 

PRIMERO

And what our poor skill can invite you to, 

You're kindly welcome: you must pardon 'em, gentlemen, 

Virgins and bashful, besides new beginners: 

'Tis not a whole month since they were first enter'd. 

GOLDSTONE

[Aside] Seven year in my knowledge. 


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PRIMERO

They blush at their very lessons; they'll not endure 

To hear of a stop, a prick, or a semiquaver. 

FIRST COURTESAN

O, out upon you ! 

PRIMERO

La, I tell you. You'll bear me witness, gentlemen, 

If their complaints come to their parents' ears, 

They're words of art I teach 'em, nought but art. 

GOLDSTONE

Why, 'tis most certain. 

BUNGLER

For all scholars know that musica est ars. 

ALL THE COURTESANS 

O, beastly word! 

PRIMERO

Look to the ladies, gentlemen. 

GOLDSTONE

Kiss again. 

PURSENET

Come, another. 

TAILBY

This a good interim. 

[Exit.] 

PRIMERO

What have you done, sir? 

BUNGLER

Why, what have I done? 

PRIMERO

Saw you their stomachs queasy, and come with such gross meat? 

BUNGLER

Why, is't not Latin, sir? 

PRIMERO

Latin? Why, then, let the next to't be Latin too. 

PURSENET


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So, enough. 

GOLDSTONE

Nay, I can assure you thus far, I that never knew the language have heard so much that ars is Latin for art;

and it may well be, too, for there's more art in't nowadays than ever was. 

PRIMERO

Is't possible? 

I'm sorry then I've followed it so far. 

FIRST COURTESAN

A scholar call you him? 

PRIMERO

Music must not jar: 

The offence is satisfied. Come, to the song; 

Begin, sir. 

The song; and he keeps time, shows several humours and moods: the boy in his pocket nims away Fitsgrave's

jewel here, and exit. 

BUNGLER

Not a whole month since you were entered, ladies? 

FITSGRAVE

[Aside] None that shall see their cunning will believe it. 

PRIMERO

It is no affliction, gentlemen. 

BUNGLER

I care not much, i'faith, if I write down to my father presently to send up my sister in all haste that I may

place her here at this musicschool. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

[Looking in] 'Slid, 'tis the fool my cousin! I would not for the value of three recreations he had seen me here. 

PRIMERO

How like you your new prize? 

BUNGLER

Pray, give me leave; 

I have not yet sufficiently admir'd her. 

PRIMERO

My wits must not stand idle. 'Slife, he's in a sick trance! 

GOLDSTONE

[Aside] A cheat or two among these mistresses 

Would not be ill bestow'd; I affect none, 

But for my prey: such are their affections, 


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I know it; how could drabs and cheaters live else? 

Then since the world rolls on dissimulation, 

I'll be the first dissembler. 

FIRST COURTESAN

Prithee, love, comfort, choice, 

My only wish, in thee I am confin'd! 

Deny me anything, a slight chain of pearl? 

PURSENET

Nay, an't be but slight 

FIRST COURTESAN

Being denied, 

I prize it slight; but given me by my love, 

Light shall not be so dear unto my eye, 

Mine eye unto the body, as the gift. 

PURSENET

How have I power to deny this to you, 

That command all? My fortunes are thy servants, 

And thou the mistress both of them and me. 

Gives her the chain. 

FIRST COURTESAN

The truest that e'er breathed! 

GOLDSTONE

To a gentleman 

That thus so long has so sincerely lov'd you 

As I myself, ne'er was less pity shown. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Why, I never was held cruel. 

GOLDSTONE

But to me. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Nor to you. 

GOLDSTONE

Go to, 't 'as scar'd you much. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

I'm sorry your conceit is so unkind 

To think me so. 

GOLDSTONE

When had I other argument? 


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I've often tender'd you my love and service, 

And that in no mean fashion; 

Yet were you ne'er that requiteful mistress 

That grac'd me with one favour; 

'Slight, not so much as such a pretty ring; 

Pax on't, 't'as almost broke my heart. 

Takes off her ring. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Has took it off! 'Sfoot, Master [Goldstone]! 

GOLDSTONE

Nay, where a man loves most, there to be scanted! 

SECOND COURTESAN 

My ring, come, come 

GOLDSTONE

What reckon I a satin gown or two, 

If she were wise? 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Life! My ring, sir, come 

GOLDSTONE

Have you the face, i'faith? 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Give me my ring. 

GOLDSTONE

Prithee, hence; by this light you get none on't. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

How? 

GOLDSTONE

I hold your favours of more pure esteem, 

Than to part from 'em; faith, I do, howe'er 

You think of me. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Push, pray, sir 

GOLDSTONE

Hark you, go to; 

You've lost much by unkindness; go your ways. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

'Sfoot! 


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GOLDSTONE

But yet there's no time past; you may redeem it. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Come, I cannot miss it, i' faith; beside, 

The gentleman that bestowed it on me 

Swore to me it cost him twenty nobles. 

GOLDSTONE

Twenty nobles? Pox of twenty nobles! 

But you must cost me more, you pretty villain: 

Ah, you little rogue! 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Come, come, I know you're but in jest. 

GOLDSTONE

In jest? No, you shall see. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

No way will get it: 

[Aside] As good give it him now, and hope for somewhat. 

GOLDSTONE

True love made jest! 

SECOND COURTESAN 

I did but try thy faith, 

How fast thou'dst hold it. Now I see a woman 

May venture worthy favours to thy trust, 

And have 'em truly kept; and I protest, 

Had I drawn't from thee, I should ne'er ha' lov'd thee; 

I know that. 

GOLDSTONE

'Sfoot, I was ne'er so wronged in my life! 

Think you I'm in jest with you? What, with my love? 

I could find lighter subjects, you shall see; 

And time will show how much you injure me. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

The ring, were it thrice worth, I freely give, 

For I know you'll requite it. 

GOLDSTONE

Will I live? 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Enough. 


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GOLDSTONE

[Aside] Why, this was well come off now: 

Where's my old servingman? Not yet return'd? 

O, here he peeps. 

Enter Fulk. 

Now, sirrah? 

FULK

May it please your worship: they're done artificially, i'faith, boy. 

GOLDSTONE

Both the great beakers? 

FULK

Both, lad. 

GOLDSTONE

Just the same size? 

FULK

Ay, and the marks as just. 

GOLDSTONE

So, fall off respectively now. 

FULK

My lord desires your worship of all love 

GOLDSTONE

His lordship must hold me excused till morning; I'll not break company tonight. Where sup we, gallants? 

PURSENET

At Mermaid. 

GOLDSTONE

Sup there who list, I have forsworn the house. 

FULK

[Aside] For the truth is, this plot must take effect at Mitre. 

Exit. 

[PURSENET] 

Faith, I'm indifferent. 

BUNGLER

So are we, gentlemen. 

PURSENET


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Name the place, Master Goldstone. 

GOLDSTONE

Why, the Mitre, in my mind, for neat attendance, diligent boys, and, push, excels it far! 

ALL 

Agreed, the Mitre then. 

[PURSENET] 

Boy! [Aside] Some goodness toward: the boy's whipped away. 

FITSGRAVE

The jewel, heart, the jewel! 

GOLDSTONE

How now, sir? What mov'd you? 

FITSGRAVE

Nothing, sir; 

A spice of poetry, a kind a' fury, 

A disease runs among scholars. 

GOLDSTONE

Mass, it made you stamp. 

FITSGRAVE

Whew, 

'Twill make some stamp and stare, make a strange noise, 

Curse, swear, beat tiremen, and kick players' boys; 

The effects are very fearful. 

PURSENET

Bless me from't! 

FITSGRAVE

O, you need not fear it, sir. [Aside] Hell of this luck! 

GOLDSTONE

Hark, he's at it again! 

PURSENET

Some pageantplot, 

Or some device for the tiltyard: disturb him not. 

FITSGRAVE

[Aside] How can I gain her love, when I have lost her favour? 

[GOLDSTONE] 

What money hast about thee? [Look you, sir, I must be fain to pawn a fair stone here for ordinary expenses: a

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FRIPPERY

Why, you might take the forfeiture of their leases then. 

GOLDSTONE

I know I might; but what's their course? The rogues come me up all together, with geese and capons, and

petitions in pigs' snouts, which would move any man, i'faith, were his stomach ne'er so great; and to see how

pitifully the pullen will look, it makes me after relent, and turn my anger into a quick fire to roast 'emnay,

touch't and spare it not. 

FRIPPERY

'Tis right: well, what does your worship borrow of this, sir? 

GOLDSTONE

The stone's twenty nobles. 

FRIPPERY

Nay, hardly. 

GOLDSTONE

As I am a right gentleman. 

FRIPPERY

It comes near it indeed: well, here's five pound in gold upon't. 

GOLDSTONE

'Twill serve; and the ring safe and secret? 

FRIPPERY

As a virgin's. 

GOLDSTONE

I wish no higher. What, gallants, are you constant? Does the place hold? 

ALL 

The Mitre. 

GOLDSTONE

Sir, in regard of our continued boldness and trouble, which love to your music hath made us guilty of, shall

we entreat your worship's company, with these sweet ladies, your professed scholars, to take part of a poor

supper with myself and these gentlemen at the Mitre? 

FRIPPERY

Pray, Master Primero. 

PURSENET

I beseech you, sir, let it be so. 

PRIMERO

O, pardon me, sweet gentlemen; the world's apt to censure. I have the charge of them, they're left in trust,

they're virgins: and I dare not hazard their fames; the least touch mars 'em: and what would their right

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GOLDSTONE

All this may be prevented: what serves your coach for? 

They may come coach'd and mask'd. 

PRIMERO

You put me to't, sir; 

Yet I must say again, I fear the drawers 

And vintner's boys will be familiar with them, 

And think 'em mistresses. 

PURSENET

There are those places where respect seems slighter; 

More censure is belonging to the Mitre? 

You know that, sir. 

PRIMERO

Gentlemen, you prevail. 

GOLDSTONE

We'll all expect you there. 

PRIMERO

And we'll not fail. 

FITSGRAVE

The devil will ne'er dissemble with them so, 

As you for them. 

GOLDSTONE

Come, sir. 

FRIPPERY

What else? Let's go. 

Exeunt [all except Primero, Courtesans and Novice]. Enter Tailby. 

PRIMERO

How cheer you, sir? 

TAILBY

Faith, like the moon, more bright, 

Decreas'd in body, but remade in light; 

Here thou shalt share some of my brightness with me. 

[Gives Primero gold.] 

PRIMERO

By my faith, they're comfortable beams, sir. 

FIRST COURTESAN


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Come, 

Where have you spent the time now from my sight? 

I'm jealous of thy action. 

TAILBY

Push! I did but walk 

A turn or two in the garden. 

FIRST COURTESAN

What made you there? 

TAILBY

Nothing but cropp'd a flower. 

FIRST COURTESAN

Some woman's honour, I believe. 

TAILBY

[Showing her a flower] Foh! Is this a woman's honour? 

FIRST COURTESAN

Much about one, 

When both are pluck'd, their sweetness is soon gone. 

TAILBY

Prithee, be true to me. 

FIRST COURTESAN

When did I fail? 

TAILBY

Yet I am ever doubtful that [you] sin. 

FIRST COURTESAN

I do account the world but as my spoil, 

To adorn thee: 

My love is artificial to all others, 

But purity to thee. Dost thou want gold? 

Here, take this chain of pearl, supply thyself: 

Be thou but constant, firm, and just to me, 

Rich heirs shall want ere want come near to thee. 

TAILBY

Upon thy lip I seal sincerity. 

Exit First Courtesan. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Was this your vow to me? 

TAILBY


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Pox, what's a kiss to be quite rid of her? 

She's su'd so long, I was asham'd of her: 

'Twas but her cheek I kiss'd neither, to save her Ionging. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

'Tis not a kiss I weigh. 

TAILBY

Had you weigh'd this, 

'T 'ad lack'd above five ounces of a true one; 

No kiss that e'er weigh'd lighter. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

'Tis thy love that I suspect. 

TAILBY

My love? Why, by this What shall I swear by? 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Swear by this jewel; keep thy oath, keep that. 

TAILBY

By this jewel, then, no creature can be perfect 

In my love but thy dear self. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

I rest [content]. 

Exit. 

TAILBY

Ha, ha, ha! Let's laugh at 'em, sweet soul. 

NOVICE

Ay, they may laugh at me; 

I was a novice, and believ'd your oaths. 

TAILBY

Why, what do you think of me? Make I no difference 

['Tween] seven years' prostitution and seven days? 

Why, you're but in the wane of a maid yet. 

You wrong my health in thinking I love them: 

Do not I know their populous imperfections? 

Why, they cannot live till Easter, 

Let 'em show the fairest side to th' world, 

Like hundreds more, whose clothes e'en stand upright 

In silver, when their bodie[s] are ready 

To drop through 'em; such there be; they may deceive 

The world, they ne'er shall me. 

NOVICE


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Forgive my doubts; 

And for some satisfaction wear this ring, 

From which I vow'd ne'er but to thee to part. 

TAILBY

With which thou ever bind'st me to thy heart. 

Exeunt. 

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Enter Fitsgrave. 

FITSGRAVE

My pocket pick'd? This was no brothelhouse! 

A music school? Damnation has fine shapes: 

I paid enough for the song, I've lost a jewel 

To me more precious than their souls to them 

That gave consent to filch it. I'll hunt hard, 

Waste time and money, trace and wheel about, 

But I will find these secret mischiefs out. 

Enter Servant. 

[Aside] How now? What's he? 

O, a servant to my love: being thus disguis'd, 

I'll learn some news.Now, sir? You belong to me. 

SERVANT

I do, sir; but I cannot stay to say so. Nay, good sir, detain me not; I am going in all haste to inquire or lay wait

for a chain of pearl, nimmed out of her pocket the fifth of November, a dismal day. 

FITSGRAVE

Ha! A chain of pearl, sayst thou? 

SERVANT

A chain of pearl, sir, which one Master Fitsgrave, a gentleman and a suitor, fastened upon her as a pledge of

his love. 

FITSGRAVE

Ha! 

SERVANT

Urge me no more, I have no more to say 

Your friend, Jeronimo Bedlam. 

Exit. 

FITSGRAVE

Thou'rt a mad fellow indeed. 

Some comfort yet, that hers is missing too; 


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I feel my soul at much more ease: both stol'n! 

When griefs have partners they are better borne. 

Exit. 

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Enter Tailby. 

TAILBY

[Singing] O, the parting of us twain 

Hath caus'd me mickle pain! 

And I shall ne'er be married 

Until I see my muggle again. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

[Looking in] Hist! 

PRIMERO

Ha? 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

The nimble gentleman, in the celestial stockings 

PRIMERO

Has the best smockfortune to be beloved of women. [Singing] Valle loo lo, lille lo lillo, valle loo lee lo lillo! 

TAILBY

[Singing] Valle loo lo, lille [lo] lillo, valle loo lee lo lillo! 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Ah, sweet gentleman, he keeps it up stately! 

PRIMERO

Well held, i'faith, sir: mass, and now I remember too, I think you ne'er saw my little banqueting box above

since I altered it. 

TAILBY

Why, have you altered that? 

PRIMERO

O, divinely, sir! The pictures are all new run over again. 

TAILBY

Fie! 

PRIMERO

For what had the painter done, think you? Drew me Venus naked, which is the grace of a man's room, you

know; and, when he had done, drew a number of oaken leaves before her: had not lawn been a hundred times

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TAILBY

More ladylike a great deal. 

PRIMERO

Come, you shall see how 'tis altered now; I do not think but you'll like her. 

Exeunt. 

[II.iv. A room in the Mitre]

Enter all at once[: Primero, Courtesans, Novice, Goldstone, Pursenet, Frippery, Tailby, Bungler, Fulk,

Arthur, Boy, and Servant.] 

PRIMERO

Where be your liveries? 

FIRST COURTESAN

They attend without. 

PRIMERO

Go, call the coach. 

[Exit Servant.] 

Gentlemen, you have excelled in kindness as we in boldness. 

TAILBY

So you think amiss, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

Kind ladies, we commit you to sweet dreams, 

Ourselves unto the fortune of the dice. 

Dice, ho! 

Exit Primero. 

FIRST COURTESAN

You rest firm mine? 

TAILBY

E'en all my soul to thee. 

Exit First Courtesan. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

You keep your vows? 

TAILBY

Why, do I breathe or see? 

Exit Second Courtesan. 


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NOVICE

Is your love constant? 

TAILBY

Ay, to none but thee. 

Exit Novice. 

Now gone, ay, now I love nor them nor thee; 

'Slife, I should be cloy'd, should I love one in three. 

Enter Fitsgrave. 

PURSENET

O, here's Master Bouser now. 

FITSGRAVE

Save you, sweet gentlemen. 

TAILBY

Sweet Master Bouser, welcome. 

PURSENET

When come these dice? 

VINTNER

[Within] Anon, anon, sir. 

PURSENET

Yet anon, anon, sir! 

GOLDSTONE

[Taking Fulk aside] Hast thou shown art in 'em? 

FULK

You shall be judge, sir; here be the tavernbeakers, and here peep out the fine alchemy knaves, looking like,

well, sir, most of our gallants, that seem what they are not. 

GOLDSTONE

Peace, villain, am not I in presence? 

FULK

Why, that puts me in mind of the jest, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

Again, you [chatterer]? 

FULK

Nay, compare 'em, and spare 'em not. 


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GOLDSTONE

The bigness of the bore, just the same size; the marks, no difference. Away, put money in thy pocket, and

offer to draw in upon the least occasion. 

FULK

I am no babe, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

Hist! 

FULK

What's the matter now? 

GOLDSTONE

Give me a pair of false dice ere you go. 

FULK

Pax on't, you're so troublesome too, you cannot remember a thing before! If I stay a little longer, I shall be

staid anon. 

Enter Vintner. 

VINTNER

Here be dice for your worships. 

PURSENET

Oh, come, come! 

GOLDSTONE

[Aside] The vintner himself? 

I'll shift away these beakers by a slight. 

VINTNER

Master Goldstone 

GOLDSTONE

How now, you conjuring rascal? 

VINTNER

Bless your good worship; you're in humours, methinks. 

GOLDSTONE

Humours? Say that again. 

VINTNER

I said no such word, sir. 

[Aside] Would I had my beakers out on's fingers!

GOLDSTONE

What's thy name, vintner?


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VINTNER

Jack, and please your worship.

GOLDSTONE

Turn knight, like thy companions, scoundrel, live upon usury, wear thy gilt spurs at thy girdle for fear of

slubbering. 

VINTNER

Oh no, I hope I shall have more grace than so, sir! Pray, let me help your worship. 

GOLDSTONE

Cannot I push 'em together without your help? 

VINTNER

O, I beseech your worship! They're the two standards of my house. 

GOLDSTONE

Standards? There lie your standards. 

VINTNER

Good your worship. [Aside] I am glad they are out of his fingers: my wife shall lock 'em up presently; they

shall see no sun this twelvemonth's day for this trick. 

GOLDSTONE

Let me come to the sight of your standards again. 

VINTNER

Your worship shall pardon me. [Aside] Now you shall not see 'em in haste, I warrant ye. 

GOLDSTONE

I do not desire't. Ha, ha! 

Exit Vintner with beakers. 

FITSGRAVE

Why, Master Goldstone! 

GOLDSTONE

I am for you, gallants. Master Bouser, cry you mercy, sir: why supped you from us? 

FITSGRAVE

Faith, sir, I met with a couple of my fellow pupils at university, and so we renewed our acquaintance and

supped together. 

GOLDSTONE

Fie, that's none of the newest fashion, I must tell you that, Master Bouser: you must never take acquaintance

of any 'a th' university when you are at London; nor any of London when you're at university. You must be

more forgetful, i'faith; every place ministers his acquaintance abundantly. 


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BUNGLER

He tells you true, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

I warrant you here's a gentleman will ne'er commit such an absurdity. 

BUNGLER

Who, I? No: 'tis well known, if I be disposed, I'll forget any man in a sevennight, and yet look him in the

face: nay, let him ride but ten mile from me, and come home again, it shall be at my choice whether I'll

remember him or no: I have tried that. 

GOLDSTONE

This is strange, sir. 

BUNGLER

'Tis as a man gives his mind to't, sir: and now you bring me in, I remember 'twas once my fortune to be

cozened of all my clothes, and with my clothes my money; a poor shepherd, pitying, me, took me in and

relieved me. 

GOLDSTONE

'Twas kindly done of him, i'faith. 

BUNGLER

Nay, you shall see now: 'twas his fortune likewise, not long after, to come to me in much distress, i'faith, and

with weeping eyes; and do you think l remembered him? 

GOLDSTONE

You could not choose. 

BUNGLER

By my troth, not I; I forgot him quite, and never remembered him to this hour. 

GOLDSTONE

And yet knew who he was? 

BUNGLER

As well as I know you, i'faith: 'tis a gift given to some above others. 

[FITSGRAVE] 

[Aside] To fools and knaves; they never miss on't. 

BUNGLER

Does any make such a wonder at this? Why, alas! 'Tis nothing to forget others! What say you to those that

forget themselves? 

GOLDSTONE

Nay, then, to dice. 

Come, set me, gallants, set. 

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Ay, fall to't, gentlemen. 

[Aside] I shall hear some news from some of you anon: 

I've th' art to know which lose, and ne'er look on. 

I'll be ready with all the worst money I can find about me. 

Arthur! 

ARTHUR

Here, sir. 

FRIPPERY

Stand ready. 

ARTHUR

Fear not me, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

These are mine, sir. 

FRIPPERY

[Aside] Here's a washed angel; 

It shall away : here's Mistress Rosenoble 

Has lost her maidenhead, crack'd in the ring; 

She's good enough for gamesters, and to pass 

From man to man: for gold presents at dice 

Your harlot, in one hour won and lost thrice; 

Every man has a fling at her. 

TAILBY

Again? Pax of these dice! 

BUNGLER

'Tis ill to curse the dead, sir. 

[TAILBY] 

Mew, where should I wish 

The pox but among bones? 

FITSGRAVE

He tells you right, sir. 

TAILBY

I ne'er have any luck at these odd hands; 

None here to make us six? Why, Master Frip! 

FRIPPERY

I am very well here, I thank you, sir: I had rather be telling my money myself than have others count it for

me; 'tis the scurviest music in the world, methinks, to hear my money gingle in other men's pockets; I never

had any mind to't, i'faith. 

TAILBY

'Slud, play six or play four, I'll play no more. 


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GOLDSTONE

'Sfoot, you see there's none here to draw in. 

FULK

Rather than you should be destitute, gentlemen, I'll play my ten pound, if my master's worship will give me

leave. 

PURSENET

Come. 

TAILBY

He shall, he shall. 

GOLDSTONE

Pray, excuse me, gentlemen. [To Fulk] 'Sfoot, how now, goodman rascal? What, because you served my

grandfather when he went ambassador, and got some ten pound by th' hand, has that put such spirit in you to

offer to draw in among gentlemen of worship, knave? 

TAILBY

Pray, sir, let's entreat so much for once. 

PURSENET

'Tis a usual grace, i'faith, sir; you've many gentlemen will play with their men. 

BUNGLER

Ay, and with their maids too, i'faith. 

PURSENET

Good sir, give him leave. 

GOLDSTONE

Yes, come, and you be weary on't; I pray draw near, sir. 

FULK

Not so, sir. 

TAILBY

Come, fool, fear nothing; I warrant 't ye has given thee leave: stand here by me. Come now, set round,

gentlemen, set. 

PURSENET

How the poor fellow shakes! Throw lustily, man. 

FULK

At all, gentlemen! 

TAILBY

Well said, i'faith. 

[Fulk throws the dice.] 


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PURSENET

They're all [thine]. 

TAILBY

By my troth, I am glad the fellow has such luck, 'twill encourage him well. 

FULK

At my master's worship alone! 

GOLDSTONE

Now, sir slave? 

FULK

At my master's worship alone! 

GOLDSTONE

So, saucy rascal! 

FULK

At my master's worship alone! 

GOLDSTONE

You're a rogue, and will be ever one. 

FULK

By my troth, gentlemen, at all again for once. 

[Fulk throws the dice.] 

TAILBY

Take 'em to thee, boy, take 'em to thee; thou'rt worthy of 'em, i'faith. 

GOLDSTONE

Gentlemen, faith, I am angry with you: go and suborn my knave again me here, to make him proud and

peremptory! 

TAILBY

Troth, that's but your conceit, sir; the fellow's an honest fellow, and knows his duty, I dare swear for him. 

PURSENET

Heart, I am sick already! 

GOLDSTONE

Whither goes Master [Pursenet]? 

PURSENET

Play on; I'll take my turn, sir. Boy! 

BOY

Master? 


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PURSENET

Pist! [Taking him aside] A supply; carry't closely, my little fooker. How much? 

BOY

Three pound, sir. 

PURSENET

Good boy! Take out another lesson.How now, gentlemen? 

TAILBY

Devil's in't, did you e'er see such a hand? 

PURSENET

I set you these three angels. 

BOY

[Aside] My master may set high, for all his stakes are drawn out of other men's pockets. 

[Exit.] 

FULK

As I said, gentlemen. 

PURSENET

Deuce ace! 

FULK

At all your right worshipful worships! 

ALL 

Death and vengeance! 

GOLDSTONE

Hell, darkness! 

TAILBY

Hold, sir. 

PURSENET

Master Goldstone 

GOLDSTONE

Hinder me not, sweet gentlemen. [To Fulk] You rascal, I banish thee the board. 

TAILBY

I'faith, but you shall not, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

Touch a die, and thou darest! Come you in with your lousy ten pound, you slave, among gentlemen of

worship, and win thirty at a hand? 


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TAILBY

Why, will you kick again luck, sir? 

BUNGLER

As long as the poor fellow ventures the loss of his own money, who can be offended at his fortunes? 

FULK

I have a master here! Many a gentleman would be glad to see his man come forward, aha. 

PURSENET

Pray, be persuaded, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

'Slife, here's none cuts my throat in play but he; I have observ'd it, an unlucky slave 'tis. 

BUNGLER

Methinks his luck's good enough, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

Upon condition, gentlemen, that I may ever bar him from the board hereafter, I am content to wink at him. 

PURSENET

Faith, use your own pleasure hereafter; h'as won our money now. [To Fulk] Come to th' table, sir; your

master's friends with you. 

FULK

Pray, gentlemen 

TAILBY

The fiend's in't, I think: I left a fair chain of pearl at my lodging, too, like an ass, and ne'er remembered it; that

would ha' been a good pawn now. [To Frippery] Speak, what do you lend upon these, Master Frip? [Offering

his weapons, with girdle and hangers] I care not much if you take my beaver hat too, for I perceive 'tis dark

enough already, and it does but trouble me here. 

FRIPPERY

Very well, sir; why, now I can lend you three pound, sir. 

TAILBY

Prithee, do't quickly then. 

FRIPPERY

There 'tis in six angels. 

TAILBY

Very compendiously. 

FRIPPERY

Here, Arthur, run away with these presently; I'll enter 'em into th' shopbook tomorrow. 

[Exit Arthur with pawned items.] 


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[Writing] "Item, one gilt hatch'd rapier and dagger, with a fair embroidered girdle and hangers, with which

came also a beaver hat with a correspondent band." 

TAILBY

Push! I'faith, sir, you're to blame; you have snibbed the poor fellow too much; he can scarce speak, he cleaves

his words with sobbing. 

FULK

Haff, haff, haff, haff at all, gentlemen. 

GOLDSTONE

Ah, rogue, I'll make you know yourself! 

FULK

At the fairest! 

PURSENET

Out, i'faith! Two aces. 

GOLDSTONE

I am glad of that; come, pay me all these, goodman cloakbag. 

PURSENET

Why, are you the fairest, sir? 

GOLDSTONE

You need not doubt of that, sir.Five angels, you scoundrel! 

[TAILBY] 

Fie a' these dice! Not one hand tonight! There they go, gentlemen, at all, i'faith! 

PURSENET

Pay all with two treys and a quater. 

TAILBY

All curses follow 'em! Pay yourselves withal. I'll pawn myself to't, but I'll see a hand tonight: not once hold

in! Here, Master Frip, lend me you hand, quick, quick; so. 

[Takes off his doublet.] 

FRIPPERY

What do you borrow of this doublet now? 

TAILBY

Ne'er saw the world three days. 

FRIPPERY

Go to; in regard you're a continual customer I'll use you well, and pleasure you with five angels upon't. 

TAILBY


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Let me not stand too long i' th' cold for them. 

BUNGLER

Had ever country gentleman such fortune? All swoopt away! I'd need repair to th' broker's. 

TAILBY

If you be in that mind, sir, there sits a gentleman will furnish you upon any pawn as well as the publickst

broker of 'em all. 

BUNGLER

Say you so, sir? There's comfort in that, i'faith. 

FRIPPERY

[Writing] "Item, upon his orangetawny satin doublet, five angels." 

BUNGLER

But, by your leave, sir, next comes the breeches. 

FRIPPERY

O, I have tongue fit for anything. 

BUNGLER

Saving your tale, sir; 'tis given me to understand that you are a gentleman i' th' hundred, and deal in the

premises aforesaid. 

FRIPPERY

Master Bungler, Master Bungler, you're mightily mistook: I am content to do a gentleman a pleasure for

once, so his pawn be neat and sufficient. 

BUNGLER

Why, what say you to my grandfather's sealring here? 

FRIPPERY

Ay, marry, sir, this is somewhat like. 

BUNGLER

Nay, view it well; an ancient arms, I can tell you. 

FRIPPERY

What's this, sir? 

BUNGLER

The great codpiece, with nothing in't. 

FRIPPERY

How! 

BUNGLER

The word about it, Parturiunt montes. 

FRIPPERY


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What's that, I pray, sir? 

BUNGLER

"You promise to mount us." 

FRIPPERY

And belike he was not so good as his word? 

BUNGLER

So it should seem by the story, for so our names came to be Bunglers. 

FRIPPERY

A lamentable hearing, that so great a house should shrink and fall to ruin! 

PURSENET

Two quaters, and yet lose it? Heart! Boy! 

[Enter Boy.] 

[Aside to him] I'faith, what is't? 

BOY

[Aside to him] Five pound, sir. 

PURSENET

[Aside] By my troth, this boy goes forward well; ye shall see him come to his preferment i' th' end! 

GOLDSTONE

Why, how now? Who's that, gentlemen? A bargeman? 

TAILBY

I never have any luck, gallants, till my doublet's off; I'm not half nimble enough at this, old cinquequater

drivelbeard. 

[FULK] 

Your worship must pay me all these, sir. 

TAILBY

There, and feast the devil with 'em! 

PURSENET

Hell gnaw these dice! 

GOLDSTONE

What, do you give over, gallants? 

FULK

[Aside to Goldstone] Is't not time? 

TAILBY

I protest I have but one angel left to guide me home to my lodging. 


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GOLDSTONE

[Aside to Fulk] How much, thinkest? 

FULK

[Aside to Goldstone] Some fourscore angels, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

[Aside to Fulk] Peace, we'll join powers anon, and see how strong we are in the whole number. Mass, yon gilt

goblet stands so full in mine eye, the whoreson tempts me; it comes like cheese after a great feast, to disgest

the rest: he will hardly 'scape me, i'faith, I see that by him already: back for a parting blow now.Boy! 

Enter Vintner. 

VINTNER

Anon, anon, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

Fetch a pennyworth of soft wax to seal letters. 

VINTNER

I will, sir. 

Exit. 

TAILBY

Nay, had not I strange casting? Thrice together two quaters and a deuce! 

PURSENET

Why, was not I as often haunted with two treys and a quater? 

Enter Vintner. 

VINTNER

There's wax for your worship. [To offstage] Anon, anon, sir. 

Exit. 

GOLDSTONE

[Aside to Fulk] Screen me a little, you whoreson old crossbiter. 

FULK

[Aside to Goldstone] Why, what's the business? Filch it on hob goblet? 

PURSENET

And what has Master Bouser lost? 

FITSGRAVE

Faith, not very deeply, sir; enough for a scholar, some half a score royals. 

PURSENET


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'Sfoot, I have lost as many with spurs at their heels. 

Enter Vintner with two Drawers. 

GOLDSTONE

Come, gallants, shall we stumble? 

TAILBY

What's a' clock? 

FIRST DRAWER

Here's none on't, Dick; the goblet's carried down. 

GOLDSTONE

Nay, 'tis upon the point of three, boy. 

SECOND DRAWER

What's to be done, sirs?] 

VINTNER

All's paid, and your worships are welcome; only there's a goblet missing, gentlemen, and cannot be found

about house. 

GOLDSTONE

How, a goblet? 

PURSENET

What manner a' one? 

VINTNER

A gilt goblet, sir, of an indifferent size. 

GOLDSTONE

'Sfoot, I saw such a one lately. 

VINTNER

It cannot be found now, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

Came there no strangers here? 

VINTNER

No, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

['Tis] a marvellous matter, that a goblet should be gone, and none but we in the room; the loss is [near] all,

here as we are; keep the door, vintner. 

VINTNER

No, I beseech your worship. 


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GOLDSTONE

By my troth, vintner, we'll have a privy search for this. What, we are not all one woman's children. 

VINTNER

I beseech ye, gentlemen, have not that conceit of me, that I suspect your worships. 

GOLDSTONE

Tut, you are an ass; do you know every man's nature? There's a broker i' th' company. 

PURSENET

[Aside to Boy] 'Slife, you have not stole the goblet, boy, have you? 

BOY

[Aside to Pursenet] Not I, sir. 

PURSENET

[Aside to Boy] I was afraid.'Tis a good cause, i'faith, let each man search his fellow: we'll begin with you. 

TAILBY

I shall save somebody a labour, gentlemen, for I'm half searched already. 

PURSENET

I thought the goblet had hung here, i'faith; none here, nor here. 

GOLDSTONE

Seek about floor. What was the goblet worth, vintner? 

VINTNER

Three pound ten shillings, sir; no more. 

GOLDSTONE

Pox on't, gentlemen, 'tis but angels apiece: it shall be a brace of mine, rather than I would have our

reputations breathed upon by all comers; for you must think they'll talk on't in all companiessuch a night,

in such a company, such a goblet: 'sfoot, it may grow to a gangrene in our credits, and be incurable. 

TAILBY

Faith, I am content. 

FRIPPERY

So am I. 

PURSENET

There's my angel too. 

GOLDSTONE

So, and mine. [To Vintner] I'll tell thee what, the missing of this goblet has dismayed the gentlemen much. 

VINTNER

I am sorry for that, sir. 

GOLDSTONE


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Yet they send thee this comfort by me; if they see thee but rest satisfied, and depart away contented, which

will appear in thy countenance, not three times thrice the worth of the goblet shall hang between them and

thee, both in their continual custom and all their acquaintances. 

VINTNER

I thank their worships all; I am satisfied. 

GOLDSTONE

Say it again.Do you hear, gentlemen? 

VINTNER

I thank your worships all; I am satisfied. 

Exeunt Vintner and Drawers. 

GOLDSTONE

Why, la, was not this better than hazarding our reputations upon trifles, and in such public as a tavern, such a

questionable place? 

TAILBY

True. 

PURSENET

Faith, it was well thought on. 

[GOLDSTONE] 

Nay, keep your way, gentlemen: I have sworn, Master Bouser, I will be last, i'faith. 

[Exeunt all except Goldstone and Fulk.] 

Rascal, the goblet! 

FULK

Where, sir? 

GOLDSTONE

Peep yon, sir, under. 

FULK

Here, sir. 

He draws out the goblet. Exeunt. 

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Enter Tailby reading a letter. 

TAILBY


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[Reading] "My husband is rode from home: make no delay; I know, if your will be as free as your horse, you

will see me yet ere dinner. From Kingston, this eleventh of November." Hah! These women are such

creatures, such importunate, sweet souls, they'll scarce give a man leave to be ready; that's their only fault,

i'faith: if they be once set upon a thing, why, there's no removing of 'em, till their pretty wills be fulfilled. O,

pity thy poor oppressed client here, sweet Cupid, that has scarce six hours' vacation in a month, his causes

hang in so many courts, yet never suffer my French adversary, nor his big swoll'n confederates, to overthrow

me, 

Who without mercy would my blood carouse, 

And lay me in prison in a doctor's house. 

Thy clemency, great Cupid! Peace, who comes here? 

Enter Pursenet. 

PURSENET

Sir gallant, well encountered. 

TAILBY

I both salute and take my leave together. 

PURSENET

Why, whither so fast, sir? 

TAILBY

Excuse me, pray; 

I'm in a little haste; my horse waits for me. 

PURSENET

What, some journey toward? 

TAILBY

A light one, i'faith, sir. 

PURSENET

I'm sorry that my business so commands me, 

I cannot ride with you; but I make no question 

You have company enough. 

TAILBY

Alas, not any! 

[Aside] Nor do I desire it.Why, 'tis but a Kingston yonder. 

PURSENET

O, cry you mercy, sir. 

TAILBY

'Scape but one reach, 

There's a little danger thither. 

PURSENET

True, a little of Combe Park. 


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TAILBY

You've nam'd the place, sir; that's all I fear, i'faith. 

PURSENET

Farewell, sweet Master Tailby. 

Exit Tailby. 

This fell out happily; 

I'll call this purchase mine before I greet him; 

E'en where his fear lies most, there will I meet him. 

Exit. 

[III.ii. Combe Park]

Enter Pursenet with a scarf over his face, and Boy. 

PURSENET

Boy. 

BOY

Sir? 

PURSENET

Walk my horse behind yon thicket; give a word if you descry. 

BOY

I have all perfect, sir. 

Exit. 

PURSENET

So; he cannot now be long. What with my boy's dexterity at ordinaries, and my gelding's celerity over hedge

and ditch, but we make pretty shift to rub out a gallant; for I have learnt these principles: 

Stoop thou to th' world, 'twill on thy bosom tread; 

It stoops to thee, if thou advance thy head. 

The mind being far more excellent than fate, 

'Tis fit our mind then be above our state. 

Why should I write my extremities in my brow, 

To make them loathe me that respect me now? 

If every man were in his courses known, 

Legs that now honour him might spurn him down. 

To conclude, nothing seems as it is but honesty, and that makes it so little regarded amongst us. 

BOY

[Within] Ela, ha, ho! 

PURSENET

The boy? He's hard at hand; 

I'll cross him suddenly: and here he comes. 


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Enter Tailby. 

Stand! 

TAILBY

Ha! 

PURSENET

Deliver your purse, sir. 

TAILBY

I feared none but this place, i'faith; nay, when my mind gives me a thing once 

PURSENET

Quick, quick, sir, quick; I must despatch three robberies yet ere night. 

TAILBY

I'm glad you have such good doings, by my troth, sir. 

PURSENET

You'll fare ne'er a whit the better for your flattery, I warrant you, sir. 

TAILBY

I speak sincerely; 'tis pity such a properparted gentleman should want; nor shall you, as long as I have't

about me. 

[Pursenet rifles his pockets.] 

Nay, search and spare not: there's a purse in my left pocket, as I take it, with fifteen pound in gold in't, and

there's a fair chain of pearl in the other: nay, I'll deal truly you; it grieves me, i'faith, when I see such goodly

men in distress; I'll rather want it myself than they should go without it. 

PURSENET

And that shows a good nature, sir. 

TAILBY

Nay, though I say it, I have been always counted a man of a good nature; 

I might have hanged myself ere this time else. 

Pray, use me like a gentleman; take all, 

But injury not my body. 

PURSENET

You must pardon me, sir; 

I must a little play the usurer, 

And bind you, for mine own security. 

TAILBY

Alas! There's no conscience in that, sir! Shall 

I enter into bond and pay money too? 


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PURSENET

Tut, I must not be betrayed. 

TAILBY

Hear me but what 

I say, sir; I do protest I would not be he 

That should betray a man, to be prince of the world. 

PURSENET

Mass, that's the devill thank you heartily 

For he's call'd prince a' th' world. 

TAILBY

You take me still at worst. 

PURSENET

Swear on this sword then, 

To set spurs to your horse, not to look back, 

To give no marks to any passenger. 

TAILBY

Marks? Why, I think you have left me ne'er a penny, sir. 

PURSENET

I mean, no marks of me. 

TAILBY

I understand you, sir. 

PURSENET

Swear then. 

TAILBY

I'faith, I do, sir. 

PURSENET

Away! 

TAILBY

I'm gone, sir. [Aside] By my troth, of a fierce thief he seems to be a very honest gentleman. 

Exit. 

PURSENET

Why, this was well adventur'd, trim a gallant! 

Now, with a courteous and longthirsting eye, 

Let me behold my purchase, 

And try the soundness of my bones with laughter. 

How? Is not this the chain of pearl I gave 

To that perjured harlot? 'Tis, 'sfoot, 'tis, 

The very chain! O damned mistress! Ha! 


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And this the purse which, not five days before, 

I sent her filled with fair spurroyals? Heart, 

The very gold! 'Slife, is this no robbery? 

How many oaths flew toward heaven, 

Which ne'er came halfway thither, but, like firedrakes, 

Mounted a little, gave a crack, and fell: 

Feign'd oaths bound up to sink more deep to hell. 

What folded paper's this? Death, 'tis her hand! 

[Reading] "Master Tailby, you know with what affection I love you." You do? "I count the world but as my

prey to maintain you." The more dissembling quean you, I must tell you. "I have sent you an embroidered

purse here with fifty fair spurroyals in't." A pox on you for your labour, wench! "And I desire you of all

loves to keep that chain of pearl from Master Pursenet's sight." He cannot, strumpet; I behold it now, unto thy

secret torture. "So fare thee well, but be constant and want nothing"as long as I ha't, i'faith, methinks it

should have gone so. Well, what a horrible age do we live in, that a man cannot have a quean to himself! Let

him but turn his back, the best of her is chipp'd away like a court loaf, that when a man comes himself, has

nothing but bumbast; and these are two simple chippings here. Does my boy pick and I steal to enrich myself,

to keep her, to maintain him? Why, this is right the sequence of the world. A lord maintains her, she

maintains a knight, he maintains a whore, she maintains a captain. So in like manner the pocket keeps my

boy, he keeps me, I keep her, she keeps him; it runs like quicksilver from one to another. 'Sfoot, I perceive I

have been the chief upholder of this gallant all this while: it appears true, we that pay dearest for our pasture

are ever likely worse used. 'Sfoot, he has a nag can run for nothing, has his choice, nay, and gets by the

running of [her]. O fine world, strange devils, and pretty damnable affections! 

BOY

[Within] Lela, ha, ho! 

PURSENET

There, boy, again: what news there? 

Enter Boy. 

BOY

Master, pist, master! 

PURSENET

How now, boy? 

BOY

I have descried a prize. 

PURSENET

Another, lad? 

BOY

The gull, the scholar. 

PURSENET

Master Bouser? 

BOY

Ay; 


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Comes along this way. 

PURSENET

Without company? 

BOY

As sure as he is your own. 

PURSENET

Back to thy place, boy. 

Exit Boy. 

I have the luck today to rob in safety; 

Two precious cowards! Whist; I hear him. 

Enter Fitsgrave. 

Stand! 

FITSGRAVE

You lie; I came forth to go. 

PURSENET

Deliver your purse. 

FITSGRAVE

'Tis better in my pocket. 

PURSENET

How now? At disputations, signior fool? 

FITSGRAVE

I've so much logic to confute a knave, 

A thief, a rogue! 

[Attacks and strikes Pursenet down.] 

PURSENET

Hold, hold, sir, and you be 

A gentleman, hold! Let me rise. 

FITSGRAVE

[Aside] Heart! 

'Tis the courtesy of his scarf unmask'd him to me 

Above the lip by chance: I'll counterfeit. 

Light, 

Because I am a scholar, you think belike 

That scholars have no metal in 'em, but you 

Shall find I have not done with you, cousin.


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[Beats Pursenet.] 

PURSENET

As you're a gentleman! 

FITSGRAVE

As you're a rogue! 

PURSENET

Keep on upon your way, sir. 

FITSGRAVE

You bade me stand 

PURSENET

I have been once down for that. 

FITSGRAVE

And then deliver. 

PURSENET

Deliver me from you, sir! 

O, pax on't, has wounded me! 

Ela, ha, ho: my horse, my horse, boy! 

Exit. 

FITSGRAVE

Have you your boy so ready? O thou world, 

How art thou muffled in deceitful forms! 

There's such a mist of these, and still hath been, 

The brightness of true gentry is scarce seen. 

This journey was most happily assign'd; 

I've found him dross both in his means and mind. 

What paper's this he dropp'd? I'll look on't as I go. 

Exit. 

[III.iii. Near Combe Park]

Enter Pursenet and Boy. 

PURSENET

A gull call you him? Let me always set upon wise men; they'll be afraid of their lives; they have a feeling of

their iniquities, and [know] what 'tis to die with fighting: 'sfoot, this gull lays on without fear or wit. How

deep's it, sayst thou, boy? 

BOY

By my faith, three inches, sir. 

PURSENET


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La, this was long of you, you rogue! 

BOY

Of me, sir? 

PURSENET

Forgive me, dear boy; my wound ached, and I grew angry: there's hope of life, boy, is there not? 

BOY

Pooh, my life for yours! 

[Exit Boy.] 

PURSENET

A comfortable boy in man's extremes! I was ne'er so afraid in my life but the fool would have seen my face:

he had me at such advantage, he might have commanded my scarf. I 'scaped well there; 't 'ad choked me; my

reputation had been past recovery: yet live I unsuspected, and still fit for gallant's choice societies. But here I

vow, if e'er I see this Bouser when he cannot see me, either in bylane, privilege[d] place, court, alley or

come behind him when he's standing, 

Or take him when he reels from a tavern late, 

Pissing again a conduit, wall, or gate; 

When he's in such a plight, and clear from me[n], 

I'll do that I'm ashamed to speak till then. 

Exit. 

[III.iv. A street]

Enter two Gentlemen[, Fitsgrave and the First Gentleman]. 

FITSGRAVE

Nay, read forward. I have found three of your gallants, like your bewitching shame, merely sophistical:

there's your bawdgallant, your pocketgallant, and your whoregallant. 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

[Reading] "Master Tailby" 

FITSGRAVE

That's he. 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

[Reading] "I count the world but as my prey to maintain you." 

FITSGRAVE

That's just the phrase and style of 'em all to him; they meet altogether in one effect, and it may well hold, too,

for they all jump upon one cause, subaudi lechery. 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

What shapes can flattery take! Let me entreat you, 

Both in the virgin's right and our good hopes, 

Since your hours are so fortunate, to proceed. 


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FITSGRAVE

Why, he's base that fares until he crown his deed. 

Exit [with First Gentleman]. 

[III.v. A room in Primero's house]

Enter Pursenet (his arm in a scarf) and Boy, meeting First Courtesan. 

PURSENET

[Aside] See that dissembling devil, that perjur'd strumpet! 

FIRST COURTESAN

Welcome, my soul's best wish. O, out, alas! 

Thy arm bound in a scarf? I shall swoon instantly. 

PURSENET

Heart, and I'll fetch you again in the same tune. 

O my unmatch'd love, if any spark of life remain, 

Look up, my comfort, my delight, my 

FIRST COURTESAN

O good, O good! 

PURSENET

The organ of her voice is tun'd again; 

There's hope in women when their speech returns; 

See, like the moon after a black eclipse, 

She by degrees recovers her pure light. 

How cheers my love? 

FIRST COURTESAN

As one newwak'd out of a deadly trance, 

The fit scarce quiet. 

PURSENET

'Twas terrible for the time; 

I'd much ado to fetch you. 

FIRST COURTESAN

[Aside] 'Shrew your fingers! 

How came my comfort wounded? Speak. 

PURSENET

Faith, in a fray last night. 

FIRST COURTESAN

In a fray? Will you lose your blood so vainly? 

Many a poor creature lacks it. Tell me, how? 

What was the quarrel? 


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PURSENET

Loath to tell you that. 

FIRST COURTESAN

Loath to tell me? 

PURSENET

Yet 'twas my cause of coming. 

FIRST COURTESAN

Why, then, must not I know it? 

PURSENET

Since you urge it, 

You shall: you're a strumpet! 

FIRST COURTESAN

O, news abroad, sir! 

PURSENET

Say you so? 

FIRST COURTESAN

Why, you knew that the first night you lay with me. 

PURSENET

Nay, not to me only, but to the world. 

FIRST COURTESAN

Speak within compass, man. 

PURSENET

Faith, you know none, 

You sail without. 

FIRST COURTESAN

I have the better skill then. 

PURSENET

At my first step into a tavernroom, to spy 

That chain of pearl wound on a stranger's arm 

You begg'd of me! 

FIRST COURTESAN

How? You mistook it sure. 

PURSENET

By heaven, the very selfsame chain! 

FIRST COURTESAN


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O, cry you mercy, 'tis true, I'd forgot it: 'tis Saint George's day tomorrow: I lent it to my cousin only to grace

his arm before his mistress. 

PURSENET

Notable cunning! 

FIRST COURTESAN

And is this all now, i'faith? 

PURSENET

Not; I durst go further. 

FIRST COURTESAN

Why, let me never possess your love if you see not that again a' Thursday morning: I take't unkindly, i'faith,

you should fall out with me for such a trifle. 

PURSENET

Better and better! 

FIRST COURTESAN

Come, a kiss, and friends! 

PURSENET

Away! 

FIRST COURTESAN

By this hand, I'll spoil your arm and you will not. 

PURSENET

More for this than the devil 

Enter Goldstone, Tailby, Fitsgrave, Bungler, and Courtesans. 

GOLDSTONE

Yea, at your book so hard? 

PURSENET

Against my will. [Aside] Are you there, Signior Logic? A pox of you, sir! 

GOLDSTONE

Why, how now? What has fate sent us here, in the name of Venus, goddess of Cyprus? 

PURSENET

A freebooter's pink, sir, three or four inches deep. 

GOLDSTONE

No more? That's conscionable, i'faith. 

TAILBY

Troth, I'm sorry for't: pray, how came it, sir? 


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PURSENET

Faith, by a paltry fray, in Coleman Street. 

FITSGRAVE

[Aside] Combe Park, he would say. 

PURSENET

No less than three at once, sir, 

Made a triangle with their swords and daggers, 

And all opposing me. 

FITSGRAVE

And amongst those three only one hurt you, sir? 

PURSENET

Ex for ex. 

TAILBY

Troth, and I'll tell you what luck I had too, since I parted from you last. 

PURSENET

What, I pray? 

TAILBY

The day you offered to ride with me, I wish now I'd had your company: 'sfoot, I was set upon in Combe Park

by three too. 

PURSENET

Bah! 

TAILBY

Robbed, by this light, of as much gold and jewels as I value at forty pound. 

PURSENET

Sure Saturn is in the fifth house. 

TAILBY

I know not that; he may be in the sixth and he will for me: I am sure they were in my pocket wheresoever

they [are]; but I'll ne'er refuse a gentleman's company again when 'tis offered me, I warrant you. 

GOLDSTONE

I must remember you 'tis Mitrenight, ladies. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Mass, 'tis indeed Friday today, I'd quite forgot: when a woman's busy, how the time runs away! 

FIRST COURTESAN

[Taking Tailby aside] O, you've betrayed us both! 

TAILBY

I understand you not. 


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FIRST COURTESAN

You've let him see the chain of pearl I gave you. 

TAILBY

Who? Him? Will you believe me, by this hand, 

He never saw it. 

FIRST COURTESAN

Upon a stranger's arm he swore to me. 

TAILBY

Mass, that may be; for the truth is, i'faith, 

I was robb'd on't at Combe Park. 

FIRST COURTESAN

'Twas that betrayed it. 

TAILBY

I would [I] had stay'd him; 

He was no stranger, he was a thief, i'faith, 

For thieves will be no strangers. 

FIRST COURTESAN

How shall I excuse it? 

[Bungler seizes the Boy, who had attempted to pick his pocket.] 

BUNGLER

Nay, I have you fast enough, boy; you rogue! 

BOY

Good sir, I beseech you, sir, let me go! 

BUNGLER

A pickpocket! Nay, you shall to Newgate, look you. [To Pursenet] Is this your boy, sir? 

PURSENET

How now, boy? A monster? Thy arm lined fast in another's pocket? Where learnt you that manners? What

company have you kept a' late, that you are so transformed into a rogue? That shape I know not. Believe me,

sir, I much wonder at the alteration of this boy, where he should get this nature: as good a child to see to, and

as virtuous; he has his creed by heart, reads me his chapter duly every night; he will not miss you one tittle in

the nine commandments. 

BUNGLER

There's ten of 'em. 

PURSENET

I fear he skips o'er one, "Thou shalt not steal." 

BUNGLER


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Mass, like enough. 

PURSENET

Else grace and memory would quite abash the boy. 

[To Boy] Thou graceless imp! Ah, thou prodigious child, 

Begot at some eclipse, degenerate rogue, 

Shame to thy friends, and to thy master eke! 

How far digressing from the noble mind 

Of thy brave ancestors, that lie in marble 

With their coatarmours o'er 'em! 

BUNGLER

Had he such friends? 

PURSENET

The boy is well descended, though he be a rogue, and has no feeling on't; yet for my sake, and for my

reputation's, seek not the blood of the boy; he's near allied to many men of worship now yet living; a fine old

man to his father; it would kill his heart, i'faith; he'd away like a chrisom. 

BUNGLER

Alas, good gentleman! 

PURSENET

Ah, shameless villain, 

Complain'st thou? Dost thou want? 

BOY

No, no, no, no! 

PURSENET

Art not well clad? Thy hunger well resisted? 

BOY

Yes, yes, yes, yes! 

PURSENET

But thou shall straight to Bridewell. 

BOY

Sweet master! 

PURSENET

Live upon bread and water and chapchoke. 

BOY

I beseech your worship! 

BUNGLER

[Taking Pursenet aside] Come, I'll be his surety for once. 

PURSENET


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You shall excuse me indeed, sir. 

BUNGLER

He will mend: 'a may prove an honest man for all this. I know gallant gentlemen now that have done as much

as this comes to in their youth. 

PURSENET

Say you so, sir? 

BUNGLER

And as for Bridewell, that will but make him worse; 'a will learn more knavery there in one week than will

furnish him and his heirs for a hundred year. 

PURSENET

Deliver the boy! 

BUNGLER

Nay, I tell you true, sir; there's none goes in there a quean, but she comes out an arrant whore, I warrant you. 

PURSENET

The boy comes not there for a million! 

BUNGLER

No, you had better forgive him by ten parts. 

PURSENET

True; but 'a must not know it comes from me. 

[To Boy] Down a' your knees, you rogue, 

And thank this gentleman has got your pardon. 

BOY

O, I thank your worship! 

PURSENET

[Aside to Boy] A pox on you for a rogue; 

You put me to my set speech once a quarter. 

GOLDSTONE

Nay, gentlemen, you quite forget your hour; lead, Master Bouser. 

[Exeunt all but Goldstone and Second Courtesan.] 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Let me go: you're a dissembler. 

GOLDSTONE

How? 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Did not you promise me a new gown? 


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GOLDSTONE

Did I not? Yes, faith, did I, and thou shalt have it. [To one offstage] Go, sirrah, run for a tailor presently. 

Enter Tailor. 

Let me see for the colour now: orangetawny, peach colour. What sayst to a watchet satin? 

SECOND COURTESAN 

O, 'tis the only colour I affect! 

TAILOR

A very orient colour, an't please your worships. l made a gown on't for a gentlewoman t'other day, and it does

passing well upon her. 

GOLDSTONE

A watchet satin gown 

TAILOR

There your worship left, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

Laid about, tailor. 

TAILOR

Very good, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

With four fair laces. 

TAILOR

That will be costly, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

How, you rogue, costly? Out a' th' house, you slipshod, shamlegged, brownthreadpennyskeined rascal! 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Nay, my sweet love 

Exit Tailor. 

GOLDSTONE

Hang him, rogue! He's but a botcher neither: come, I'll send thee a fellow worth a hundred of this, if the slave

were clean enough. 

Exeunt. 


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IV.[i. Before Tailby's lodging]

Enter a Servant bringing in a suit of satin, who knocks at Tailby's door, from which enter Jack. 

JACK

Who knocks? 

SERVANT

A Christian: pray, is not this Master Tailby's lodging? I was directed hither. 

JACK

Yes, this is my master's lodging. 

SERVANT

Cry you mercy, sir: is he yet stirring? 

JACK

He's awake, but not yet stirring, for he played away half his clothes last night. 

SERVANT

My mistress commends her secrets unto him, and presents him by me with a new satin suit here. 

JACK

Mass, that comes happily. 

SERVANT

And she hopes the fashion will content him. 

JACK

There's no doubt to be had of that, sir: your mistress's name, pray? 

[Servant shows Jack his mistress's name.] 

You're much preciously welcome. 

SERVANT

I thank you uncommonly, sir. 

JACK

The suit shall be accepted, I warrant you, sir. 

SERVANT

That's all my mistress desires, sir. 

JACK

Fare you well, sir. 

SERVANT

Fare you well, sir. 


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Exit. 

JACK

This will make my master leap out of the bed for joy, and dance Wigmore's galliard in his shirt about the

chamber! 

Exit into the house. 

[IV.ii. A hall in Tailby's lodging]

The music plays on awhile, then enter Tailby, his man [Jack] after, trussing him. 

TAILBY

Came this suit from Mistress Cleveland? 

JACK

She sent it secretly, sir. 

TAILBY

A pretty requiteful squall! I like that woman that can remember a good turn three months after the date; it

shows both a good memory and a very feeling spirit. 

JACK

This came fortunately, sir, after all your ill luck last night. 

TAILBY

I'd beastly casting, Jack. 

JACK

O abominable, sir! You had the scurviest hand; the old servingman swooped up all. 

TAILBY

I am glad the fortune lighted upon the poor fellow, by my troth; it made his master mad. 

JACK

Did you mark that, sir? I warrant he has the doggedest master of any poor fellow under the dogsign: I'd

rather serve your worship, I'll say that behind your back, sir, for nothing, as indeed I have no standing wages

at all, your worship knows. 

TAILBY

O, but your vails, Jack, your vails considered, when you run to and fro between me and mistresses 

JACK

I must confess my vails are able to keep an honest man, go I where I list. 

TAILBY

Go to then, Jack.

JACK

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farewell you, farewell I, farewell all; and droop it will, though all the caudles in Europe should put to their

helping hands to't: 'tis e'en as uncertain as playing, now up and now [down]; for if the bill down rise to above

thirty, here's no place for players; so if your years rise to above forty, there's no room for old lechers. 

TAILBY

And [that's] the reason all rooms are taken up for young templars. 

JACK

You're in the right, sir. 

TAILBY

Pize on't, I pawned a good beaver hat to Master Frip last night, Jack: I feel the want of it now. 

Knocking within. 

Hark, who's that knocks? 

Enter a Servant, bringing in a letter and a beaver hat. 

SERVANT

Is Master Tailby stirring? 

JACK

What's your pleasure with him? He walks here i' th' hall. 

SERVANT

Give your worship good morrow.

TAILBY

Welcome, honest lad.

SERVANT

A letter from my mistress.

TAILBY

Who's thy mistress?

SERVANT

Mistress Newblock.

TAILBY

Mistress Newblock, my sincere love; how does she? 

SERVANT

Faith, only ill in the want of your sight.


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TAILBY

Alas, dear sweet! I've had such business, I protest I ne'er stood still since I saw her.

SERVANT

She has sent your worship a beaver hat here, with a band best in fashion. 

TAILBY

How shall I requite this dear soul? 

SERVANT

'Tis not a thing fit for me to tell you, sir, for I have three years to serve yet: your worship knows how, I

warrant you. 

TAILBY

I know the drift of her letter; and for the beaver, say I accept it highly. 

SERVANT

O, she will be a proud woman of that, sir! 

TAILBY

And hark thee; tell thy mistress, as I'm a gentleman, I'll despatch her out of hand the first thing I do, a' my

credit: canst thou remember these words now? 

SERVANT

Yes, sir; as you are a gentleman, you'll despatch her out of hand the first thing you do. 

TAILBY

Ay, a' my credit. 

SERVANT

O, of your credit; I thought not of that, sir. 

TAILBY

Remember that, good boy. 

SERVANT

Fear it not now, sir. 

Exit. 

TAILBY

I dreamt tonight, Jack, I should have a secret supply out a' th' city. 

JACK

Your dream crawls out partly well, sir. 

Enter a Servant, bringing in a purse. 

What news there now? 


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SERVANT

I have an errand to Master Tailby. 

JACK

Yonder walks my master. 

SERVANT

Mistress Tiffany commends her to your worship, and has sent you your ten pound in gold back again, and

says she cannot furnish you of the same lawn you desire till after Allhollandtide. 

TAILBY

Thank her she would let me understand so much. 

[Exit Servant.] 

Ha, ha! 

This wench will live: why, this was sent like a 

Workwoman now; the rest are botchers to her. 

Faith, I commend her cunning: she's a fool 

That makes her servant fellow to her heart; 

It robs her of respect, dams up all duty, 

Keeps her in awe e'en of the slave she keeps: 

This takes a wise courseI commend her more 

Sends back the gold I never saw before. 

Well, women are my best friends [still], i'faith. 

[Take] lands: give me 

Good legs, firm back, white hand, black eye, brown hair, 

And add but to these five a comely stature; 

Let others live by art, and I by nature. 

Exeunt. 

[IV.iii. A room with a door opening into Fitsgrave's chamber]

Enter Goldstone. 

GOLDSTONE

Master Bouser, Master Bouser! Ha, ha, ho! Master Bouser! 

FITSGRAVE

[Within] Holla! 

GOLDSTONE

What, not out of thy kennel, Master Bouser? 

FITSGRAVE

[Within] Master Goldstone? You're an early gallant, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

[Aside] A fair cloak yonder, i'faith.By my troth, abed, Master Bouser? You remember your promise well


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o'ernight! 

FITSGRAVE

[Within] Why, what's a' clock, sir? 

GOLDSTONE

Do you ask that now? Why, the chimes are spent at Saint Bride's. 

FITSGRAVE

[Within] 'Tis a gentleman's hour: faith, Master Goldstone, I'll be ready in a trice. 

GOLDSTONE

Away, there's no trust to you. 

FITSGRAVE

[Within] Faith, I'll come instantly. 

GOLDSTONE

[Aside] Nay, choose whether you will or no, by my troth, your cloak shall go before you. 

[Takes Fitsgrave's cloak.] 

FITSGRAVE

[Within] Nay, Master Goldstone, I ha' sworn: do you hear, sir? 

GOLDSTONE

Away, away! Faith, I'm angry with you: pox, abed now! I'm ashamed of it. 

Exit. [As Goldstone goes out, Fitsgrave enters in his shirt.] 

FITSGRAVE

Foot, my cloak, my cloak, Master Goldstone! 'Slife, what mean you by this, sir? You'll bring it back again, I

hope. No? Not yet? By my troth, I care very little for such kind of jesting: methinks this familiarity now

extends a little too far, unless it be a new fashion come forth this morning secretly; yesterday 'twould have

shown unmannerly and saucily. I scarce know yet what to think on't. Well, there's no great profit in standing

in my shirt, I'll on with my clothes: h'as bound me to follow the suit: my cloak's a stranger; he was made but

yesterday, and I do not love to trust him alone in company. 

Exit. 

[IV.iv. A street]

Enter Frippery, wearing Fitsgrave's cloak. 

FRIPPERY

What may I conjecture of this Goldstone? He has not only pawned to me this cloak, but the very diamond and

sapphire which I bestowed upon my new love at Master Primero's house: the cloak's new, and comes fitly to

do me great grace at a wedding this morning, to which I was solemnly invited. I can continue change more

than the proudest gallant of 'em all, yet never bestow penny of myself, my pawns do so kindly furnish me: but

the sight of these jewels is able to cloy me, did I not preserve my stomach the better for the weddingdinner.

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not fret today nor chafe my blood. 

Enter Pursenet. 

PURSENET

Ha! Yonder goes Bouser: the place is fit. [Calling out to Boy within] Boy, stand with my horse at corner.

[Attacking Frippery] I owe you for a pink three inches deep, sir. 

FRIPPERY

OOO! 

PURSENET

Take that in part of payment for Combe Park. 

Exit. 

FRIPPERY

OOO! 

Enter Fitsgrave. 

FITSGRAVE

How now, who's this? 'Sfoot, one of our gallants knocked down like a calf! Is there such a plague of 'em here

at London, they begin to knock 'em a' th' head already? 

FRIPPERY

O Master Bouser! Pray, lend me your hand, sir; I am slain! 

FITSGRAVE

Slain and alive? O cruel execution! 

What man so savagespirited durst presume 

To strike down satin on two taffetas cut, 

Or lift his hand against a beaver hat? 

FRIPPERY

Some rogue that owes me money, and had no other means. To a weddingdinner! I must be dressed myself,

methinks. 

FITSGRAVE

How? Why, this [is] my cloak: life, how came my cloak hither? 

FRIPPERY

Is it yours, sir? Master Goldstone pawned it to me this morning fresh and fasting, and borrowed five pound

upon't. 

FITSGRAVE

How, pawned it? Pray, let me hear out this story: come, and I'll [lead] you to the next barbersurgeon's.

Pawned my cloak? 

Exit leading out Frippery. 


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[IV.v. Another street]

Enter Bungler, Goldstone, and Marmaduke. 

BUNGLER

How now, Marmaduke? What's the wager? 

MARMADUKE

Nay, my care is at end, sir, now I am come to the sight of you. My mistress, your cousin, entreats you to take

part of a dinner with her at home at her house, and bring what gentleman you please to accompany you. 

BUNGLER

Thank my sweet coz: I'll munch with her, say. 

MARMADUKE

I'll tell her so. 

BUNGLER

Marmaduke 

MARMADUKE

Sir? 

BUNGLER

Will there be any stockfish, thinkest thou? 

MARMADUKE

How, sir? 

BUNGLER

Tell my coz I've a great appetite to stockfish, i'faith. 

[Exit Marmaduke.] 

Master Goldstone, I'll entreat you to be the gentleman that shall accompany me. 

GOLDSTONE

Not me, sir? 

BUNGLER

You, sir. 

[GOLDSTONE] 

By my troth, concluded. What state bears thy coz, sirrah? 

BUNGLER

O, a fine merchant's wife. 

GOLDSTONE

Or rather, a merchant's fine wife. 


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BUNGLER

Trust me, and that's the properer phrase here at London; and 'tis as absurd too to call him fine merchant, for,

being at sea, a man knows not what pickle he is in. 

GOLDSTONE

Why, true. 

BUNGLER

Yet my coz will be served in plate, I can tell you; she has her silver jugs and her gilt tankards. 

GOLDSTONE

Fie! 

BUNGLER

Nay, you shall see a house dressed up, i'faith; you must not think to tread a' th' ground when you come there. 

GOLDSTONE

No? How then? 

BUNGLER

Why, upon paths made of figfrails and white blankets cut out in steaks. 

GOLDSTONE

Away! [Aside] I have thought of a device.Where shall we meet an hour hence? 

BUNGLER

In Paul's. 

GOLDSTONE

Agreed. 

Exit Bungler. Enter Fitsgrave. 

FITSGRAVE

The brokergallant and the cheatinggallant: 

Now I have found 'em all, I so rejoice, 

That the redeeming of my cloak I weigh not. 

I have spied him. 

GOLDSTONE

Pax, here's Bouser. 

FITSGRAVE

Master Goldstone, my cloak! Come, where's my cloak, sir? 

GOLDSTONE

O, you're a sure gentleman, especially if a man stand in need of you! He may be slain in a morning to

breakfast ere you vouchsafe to peep out of your lodging. 

FITSGRAVE

How? 


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GOLDSTONE

No less than four gallants, as I'm a gentleman, drew all upon me at once, and opposed me so spitefully, that I

not only lost your cloak i' th' fray 

FITSGRAVE

Comes it in there? 

GOLDSTONE

But my rich hangers, sirrah; l think thou hast seen 'em. 

FITSGRAVE

Never, i'faith, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

Those with the two unicorns, all wrought in pearl and gold: pox on't, it frets me ten times more than the loss

of the paltry cloak: prithee, and thou lovest me, speak no more on't; it brings the unicorns into my mind, and

thou wouldst not think how the conceit grieves me. I will not do thee that disgrace, i'faith, to offer thee any

satisfaction, for in my soul I think thou scornest it; thou bearest that mind, in my conscience; I have always

said so of thee. Fare thee well: when shall I see thee at my chamber, when? 

FITSGRAVE

Every day, shortly. 

GOLDSTONE

I have fine toys to show thee. 

FITSGRAVE

You win my heart then. 

Exit Goldstone. 

The devil scarce knew what a portion he gave his children when he allowed 'em large impudence to live

upon, and so turned 'em into th' world: surely he gave away the third part of the riches of his kingdom;

revenues are but fools to't. 

The filed tongue and the undaunted forehead 

Are mighty patrimonies, wealthier than those 

The citysire or the courtfather leaves: 

In these behold it: riches oft, like slaves, 

Revolt; they bear their foreheads to their graves. 

What soonest grasps advancement, men[d]s great suits, 

Trips down rich widows, gains repute and name, 

Makes way where'er it comes, bewitches all? 

Thou, Impudence, the minion of our days, 

On whose pale cheeks favour and fortune plays. 

Call you these your five gallants? 

Trust me, they're rare fellows: 

They live on nothing; many cannot live on something: 

Here they may take example. Suspectless virgin, 

How easy had thy goodness been beguil'd! 

Now only rests, that as to me they're known


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So to the world their base arts may be shown. 

Exit. 

[IV.vi. The middle aisle of St. Paul's]

Enter Pursenet and Boy. 

PURSENET

Art sure thou sawest him receive't, boy? 

BOY

Forty pound in gold, as I'm a gentleman born. 

PURSENET

Thy father gave the ram's head, boy? 

BOY

No, you're deceiv'd; my mother gave that, sir. 

PURSENET

What's thy mother's is thy father's. 

Enter Pyamont. 

BOY

I'm sorry it holds in the ram's head. See, here he walks; I was sure he came into Paul's: the gold had been

yours, master, long ere this, but that he wears both his hands in his pockets. 

PURSENET

How unfortunately is my purpose seated! What the devil should come in his mind to keep in his hands so

long? The biting but of a paltry louse would do me great kindness now; [I'd know] not how to requite it: will

no rascal creature assist me? Stay, what if I did impudently salute 'em out? Good. Boy, be ready, boy. 

BOY

Upon the least advantage, sir. 

PURSENET

[To Pyamont] You're most devoutly met in Paul's, sir. 

PYAMONT

So are you, but I scarce remember you, sir. 

PURSENET

O, I cry you mercy, sir; I pray, pardon me; I fear I have tendered an offence, sir: troth, I took you at the first

for one Master Dumpling, a Norfolk gentleman. 

[While Pursenet speaks, the Boy watches in vain for an opportunity to pick Pyamont's pocket.] 

PYAMONT

There's no harm done yet, sir. 


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PURSENET

[Aside] I hope he is there by this time.How now, boy, hast it? 

BOY

No, by troth, have I not; this labour's lost: 'tis in the right pocket, and he kept that hand in sure enough. 

PURSENET

[Aside] Unpractised gallant! Salute me but with one hand, 

Like a counterfeit soldier? O times and manners! 

Are we grown beasts? Do we salute by halves? 

Are not our limbs at leisure? Where's comely nurture? 

The Italian kiss, or the French cringe, 

With the Polonian waist? Are all forgot? 

Then misery follows. Surely fate forbade it: 

Had he employ'd but his right hand, I'd had it. 

Enter Bungler. 

It must be an everlasting device, I think, that procures both his hands out at once. 

[Exit with Boy.] 

PYAMONT

Do you walk, sir? 

BUNGLER

No, I stay a little for a gentleman's coming, too. 

PYAMONT

Farewell then, sir: I have forty pound in gold about me, which I must presently send down into the country. 

BUNGLER

Fare you well, sir. 

Exit Pyamont. 

I wonder Master Goldstone spares my company so long; 'tis now about the navel of the day, upon the belly of

noon. 

Enter Goldstone and Fulk, both disguised. 

GOLDSTONE

[Aside to Fulk] See where he walks: be sure you let off at a twinkling, now. 

FULK

[Aside to Goldstone] When did I miss you?Your worship has forgot you promised Mistress Newcut, your

cousin, to dine with her this day. 

GOLDSTONE

Mass, that was well remembered. 


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BUNGLER

I am bold to salute you, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

Sir? 

BUNGLER

Is Mistress Newcut your cousin, sir? 

GOLDSTONE

Yes, she's a cousin of mine, sir. 

BUNGLER

Then I am a cousin of yours, by the sister's side. 

GOLDSTONE

Let me salute you then; I shall be glad of your farther acquaintance. 

BUNGLER

I am a bidden guest there too. 

GOLDSTONE

Indeed, sir! 

BUNGLER

Faith, invited this morning. 

GOLDSTONE

Your good company shall be kindly embraced, sir. 

BUNGLER

I walk a turn or two here for a gentleman, but I think he'll either overtake me, or be before me. 

GOLDSTONE

'Tis very likely, sir. [To Fulk] There, sirrah, go to dinner and about two wait for me. 

BUNGLER

Nay, let him come between two and three, cousin, for we love to sit long at dinner i' th' city. 

GOLDSTONE

Come, sweet cousin. 

BUNGLER

Nay, cousin; keep your way, cousin; good cousin, I will not, i'faith, cousin. 

Exeunt. 

[IV.vii. A room in Mistress Newcut's house]

[Marmaduke is discovered laying the tablecloth.] Enter Mistress Newcut. 


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MISTRESS NEWCUT

Why, how now, sirrah? Upon twelve of the clock, and not the cloth laid yet? Must we needs keep Exchange

time still? 

MARMADUKE

I am about it, forsooth. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

You're about it, forsooth? You're still about many things, but you ne'er do one well. I am an ass to keep thee

in th' house, now my husband's at sea; thou hast no audacity with thee; a foolish, dreaming lad, fitter to be in

the garret than in any place else; no grace nor manly behaviour: when didst thou ever come to me but with

thy head hanging down? O decheerful 'prentice, uncomfortable servant! 

[Exit Marmaduke.] 

Pray heaven the gull, my cousin, has so much wit left as to bring Master Tailby along with himmy

comfort, my delight!for that was the chiefest cause I did invite him. I bade him bring what gentleman he

pleased to accompany him; as far as I durst go: why may he not then make choice of Master Tailby? Had he

my wit or feeling he would do't. 

Enter Bungler, and Goldstone disguised. 

BUNGLER

Where's my sweet cousin here? Does she lack any guests? 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Ever such guess as you: you're welcome, cousin. 

GOLDSTONE

I am rude, lady. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

You're most welcome, sir. 

BUNGLER

There will be a gallant here anon, coz; he promised faithfully. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Who is't? Master Tailby? 

BUNGLER

Master Tailby? No, Master Goldstone. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Master Goldstone? I could think well of that Goldstone were't not for one vild trick he has. 

GOLDSTONE

What's that, lady? 

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In jest he will pawn his punks for supper. 

GOLDSTONE

That's a vild part in him, i'faith, and he my were brother. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Pray, gentlemen, sit awhile; your dinner shall come presently. 

Exit. 

GOLDSTONE

[Aside] Yes, Mistress Newcut? At first give me a trip? 

A close bite always asks a secret nip. 

BUNGLER

My cousin here is a very kindnatured soul, i'faith, in her humour. 

GOLDSTONE

Pooh, you know her not so well as I, coz; I have observed her in all her humours; you ne'er saw her a little

waspish, I think. 

BUNGLER

I have [not], i'faith. 

GOLDSTONE

Pooh, then ye ne'er saw pretty humour in your life; I can bring her into't when I list. 

BUNGLER

Would you could, i'faith! 

GOLDSTONE

Would I could? By my troth, and I were sure thou couldst keep thy countenance, coz, what a pretty jest have I

thought upon already to entertain time dinner! 

BUNGLER

Prithee, coz, what is't? I love a jest a' life, i'faith. 

GOLDSTONE

Ah, but I am jealous you will not keep your countenance, i'faith! Why, ye shall see a pretty story of a

humour. Faith, I'll try you for once: you know my cousin will wonder when she comes in to see the cloth laid,

and ne'er a salt upon the board. 

BUNGLER

That's true, i'faith. 

GOLDSTONE

Now will I stand a while out of sight with it, and give her humour play a little. 

BUNGLER

Coz, dost thou love me? And thou wilt ever do anything for me, do't. 


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GOLDSTONE

Marry, I build upon you[r] countenance. 

BUNGLER

Why, dost thou think I'm an ass, coz? 

GOLDSTONE

I would be loath to undertake it else; for if you should burst out presently, coz, the jest would be spoiled. 

BUNGLER

Why, do not I know that? Away, stand close! 

Exit Goldstone with the saltcellar. 

So, so; mum, cousin. A merry companion, i'faith: here will be good sport anon. Whist, she comes. 

Enter Mistress Newcut. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

I make you [stay] long for a bad dinner here, cousin; if Master Goldstone were come, the meat's e'en ready. 

BUNGLER

Some great business detains him, cousin, but he'll not be long now. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Why, how now? Cuds my life! 

BUNGLER

Why 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Was ever mistress so plagued with a shuttleheaded servant! Why, Marmaduke! 

Enter Marmaduke. 

MARMADUKE

I come, forsooth. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Able to shame me from generation to generation! 

MARMADUKE

Did you call, forsooth? 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Come hither, forsooth: did you lay this cloth? 

MARMADUKE

Yes, forsooth. 

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Do you use to lay a cloth without a salt, a salt, a salt, a salt, a salt, a salt! 

MARMADUKE

How many salts would you have? I'm sure I set the best I' the house upon the board. 

BUNGLER

How, cousin? [Singing] "Cousin, cousin, did call, coz?" 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Did you see a salt upon the board when you came in? 

BUNGLER

Pooh! 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Come, come, I thought as much; beshrew your fingers, where is't now? 

BUNGLER

Your cousin yonder 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Why, the man's mad! 

BUNGLER

Cousin, hist, cousin! 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

What say you? 

BUNGLER

Pooh, I call not you, I call my cousin. Come forth with the salt, cousin! Ha! How? Nobody? Why, was not he

that came in e'en now your cousin? 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

My cousin? O my bellsalt, O my great bellsalt! 

Enter Goldstone in his own dress. 

BUNGLER

The tenor bellsalt. O, here comes Master Goldstone now, cousin; he may tell us some news on him. [To

Goldstone] Did you not meet a fellow about door with a great silver salt under his arm? 

GOLDSTONE

No, sure; I met none such. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Pardon me, sir, I forgot all this while to bid you welcome. I shall loath this room for ever. Take hence the

cloth, you unlucky, maplefaced rascal! Come, you shall dine in my chamber, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

No better place, lady. 


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Exeunt. 

[IV.viii. A street]

Enter Pyamont. 

PYAMONT

No less than forty pound in fair gold at one lift! The next shall swoon and swoon again till the devil fetch

him, ere I set hand to him. Heart, nothing vexes me so much, but that I paid the goldsmith for the change too

not an hour before: had I let it alone in the chain of silver as it was at first, it might have given me some

notice at his departure: 'sfoot, I could fight with a windmill now. Sure 'twas some unlucky villain: why should

he come and salute me wrongfully too, mistake me at noonday? Now I think on't in cold blood, it could not

be but an induction to some villainous purpose: well, I shall meet him 

Enter Pursenet. 

PURSENET

This forty pound came fortunately to redeem my chain of pearl from mortgage: I would not care how often I

swooned to have such a good caudle to comfort me; gold and pearl is very restorative. 

PYAMONT

See, yonder's the rogue I suspect for foul play! I'll walk muffled by him, offer some offence or cause of a

quarrel, only to try his temper; if he be a coward, he's the likelier to be a rogue, an infallible note. 

Jostles Pursenet. 

PURSENET

What a pox ail you, sir? Would I had been aware of you! 

PYAMONT

Sir, speak you to me? 

PURSENET

Not I, sir: pray, keep on your way; I have nothing to say to you. 

PYAMONT

You're a rascal! 

PURSENET

You may say your pleasure, sir; but I hope I go not like a rascal. 

PYAMONT

Are you fain to fly to your clothes because you're gallant? Why, there's no rascal like your gallant rascal,

believe that. 

PURSENET

You have took me at such an hour, faith, you may call me e'en what you please; nothing will move me. 

PYAMONT

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a coward! 

PURSENET

Who, my patron? 

PYAMONT

Keep out, you rascal! 

PURSENET

The guest that did me the kindness in Paul's? Hold, as you are a gentleman; you'll give me breath, sir? 

Exit running; as he goes out, he drops the chain of pearl. 

PYAMONT

Are you there with me? A vengeance stop you! You have found breath enough to run away from me. I will

never meet this slave hereafter in a morning, but I will breathe myself upon him; since I can have no other

satisfaction, he shall save me that forty pound in fenceschool. 

Exit. Enter Goldstone. 

GOLDSTONE

When things are cleanly carried, sign of judgment: 

I was the welcom'st gallant to her alive 

After the salt was stolen; then a good dinner, 

A fine provoking meal, which drew on apace 

The pleasure of a daybed, and I had it; 

This here one ring can witness: when I parted, 

Who but "sweet Master Goldstone?" 

I left her in that trance. What cannot wit, 

So it be impudent, devise and compass? 

I'd fain know that fellow now 

That would suspect me but for what I am; 

He lives not: 'tis all in the conveyance. 

What, thou look'st not like a beggar: 

What mask'st thou on the ground? 

I've a hand to help thee up: a fair chain of pearl! 

[Takes up the chain of pearl which Pursenet had dropped.] 

Surely a merchant's wife gives lucky handsel: 

They that find pearl may wear't at a cheap rate; 

Marry, my lady dropp'd it from her arm 

For a device to tole me to her bed: 

I've seen as great a matter. Who be these? 

I'll be too crafty for you. 

Enter Primero and Frippery. 

O Monsieur Primero, Signior Frip; is it you, gallants? 

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Sweet Master Goldstone! 

[They talk apart.] Enter Tailby and two Constables. 

TAILBY

Every bawd exceeds me in fortune: Master Primero was robbed of a carkanet upon Monday last; laid the

goldsmiths, and found it. I ha' laid [goldsmith], jeweller, burnisher, broker, and the devil and all, I think, yet

could never so much as hear of that chain of pearl: he was a notable thief; he works close. Peace, who be

these? Ha, let me see. By this light, there it is! Back, lest they see thee: a happy minute! Goldstone? What an

age do we breathe in! Who that saw him now would think he were maintained by purses? So, who that meets

me would think I were maintained by wenches? As far as I can see, 'tis all one case, and holds both in one

court; we are both maintained by the common roadway! Keep thou thine own heart, thou livest unsuspected. I

leese you again now. 

GOLDSTONE

But, I pray you, tell me, met you no gentlewomen by the way you came? 

FRIPPERY

Not any: what should they be? 

GOLDSTONE

Nay, I do but ask, because a gentlewoman's glove was found near to the place I met you. 

PRIMERO

Faith, we saw none, sir. 

TAILBY

Good officers, upon suspicion of felony. 

SECOND CONSTABLE

Very good, sir. 

FIRST CONSTABLE

What call you the thief's name you do suspect? 

TAILBY

Master Justinian Goldstone. 

FIRST CONSTABLE

Remember, Master Justinian Goldstone; a terrible world the whilst, my masters! 

TAILBY

Look you, that's he: upon him, officers! 

FIRST CONSTABLE

I see him not yet; which is he, sir? 

TAILBY

Why, that. 

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He a thief, sir? Who, that gentleman i' th' satin? 

TAILBY

E'en he. 

FIRST CONSTABLE

Farewell, sir; you're a merry gentleman. 

TAILBY

As you will answer it, officers! I'll bear you out, I'll be your warrant. 

FIRST CONSTABLE

Nay, and you say so. What's his name then? 

TAILBY

Justinian Goldstone. 

[The Constables approach and seize Goldstone.] 

FIRST CONSTABLE

Master Justinian Goldstone, we apprehend you, sir, upon suspicion of felony. 

GOLDSTONE

Me? 

TAILBY

You, sir. 

[Goldstone struggles.] 

SECOND CONSTABLE

I charge you, in the king's name, gentlemen, to assist us. 

GOLDSTONE

Master Tailby! 

TAILBY

The same man, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

Life, what's the news? 

TAILBY

Ha' you forgot Combe Park? 

GOLDSTONE

Combe Park? No, 'tis in Kingston way. 

TAILBY

I believe you'll find it so. 


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GOLDSTONE

I not deny it. 

FIRST CONSTABLE

Bear witness, has confessed. 

GOLDSTONE

What have I confessed? Pair of coxcombs indubitable! 

TAILBY

I was robb'd finely of this chain of pearl there, and forty fair spurroyals. 

GOLDSTONE

Did I rob you? 

TAILBY

There where I find my goods I may suspect, sir. 

FRIPPERY

I dreamt this would be his end. 

GOLDSTONE

See how I am wrong'd, gentlemen: as I've a soul, I found this chain of pearl not three yards from this place,

just when I met you. 

TAILBY

Ha, ha! 

FRIPPERY

Yet the law's such, if he but swear 'tis you, you're gone. 

GOLDSTONE

Pox on't, that e'er I saw't! 

FRIPPERY

Can you but swear 'tis he? Do but that, and you tickle him, i'faith. 

TAILBY

Nay, and it come once to swearing, let me alone. 

FRIPPERY

Say, and hold; he called my jewels counterfeit, and so cheated the poor wench of 'em. 

FIRST CONSTABLE

Come, bring him away, come. 

GOLDSTONE

'Twill call my state in question. 

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PURSENET

[Aside] I think what's got by theft doth never prosper; 

Now lost my chain of pearl.Come, Master Goldstone, 

Let go this; 'tis mine, i'faith. 

GOLDSTONE

The chain of pearl? 

PURSENET

By my troth, it's mine. 

GOLDSTONE

By my troth, much good do't you, sir. 

FRIPPERY

I'm glad in my soul, sir. 

FIRST CONSTABLE

Deliver your weapons. 

PURSENET

How! 

FIRST CONSTABLE

You're apprehended upon suspicion of felony. 

PURSENET

Felony! What's that? 

TAILBY

Was it you, i'faith, sir, all this while, that did me that kindness to ease both my pockets at Combe Park? 

PURSENET

I, sir? 

Pray, gentlemen, draw near; let's talk among ourselves. 

[To First Constable] Stand apart, scoundrel. [To the gallants] 

Must every gentleman 

Be upbraided in public that flies out 

Now and then upon necessity, 

To be themes for pedlars and weavers? This should 

Not be: 'twas never seen among the Romans, 

Nor read we of it in the time of Brute: 

Are we more brutish now? 

Did I list to blab, do not I know your course 

Of life, Master Tailby to be as base 

As the basest, maintained by me, by him, by all 

Of us, and 'a secondhand from mistresses? 

I've their letters here to show. 

Why should you be so violent to strip naked 

Another's reputation to the world, 

Knowing your own so leprous? 


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Beside, this chain of pearl and those spurroyals 

Came to you falsely; for she broke her faith, 

And made her soul a strumpet with her body, 

When she sent those; they were ever justly mine. 

[To Primero] Pray, what moves you, sir? Why should you shake your head? 

You're clear; sure I should know you, sir: pray, are you not sometimes a pander, and oftener a bawd, sir?

Have I never sinned in your banqueting boxes, your bowers and towers? You slave, that keeps fornication

upon the tops of trees, the very birds cannot engender in quiet for you! Why, rogue, that goes in good clothes

made out of wenches' cast gowns 

PRIMERO

Nothing goes so near my heart as that. 

PURSENET

Do you shake your slave's noddle? 

TAILBY

And here's a rascal [look'st] away toosaving the presence of Master Goldstonea

filthyslimylousynittical broker, pricked up in pawns from the hatband to the shoestring; a necessary

hook to hang gentlemen's suits out i' th' air, lest they should grow musty with long lying, which his pawns

seldom are guilty of; a fellow of several scents and steams, French, Dutch, Italian, English, and therefore his

lice must needs be mongrels: why, billmoney 

GOLDSTONE

I am sorry to hear this among you: you've all deceived me; truly I took you for other spirits. You must pardon

me henceforward; I have a reputation to look to; I must be no more seen in your companies. 

FRIPPERY

Nay, nay, nay, nay, Master Goldstone, you must not 'scape so, i'faith, one word before you go, sir. 

GOLDSTONE

Pray, despatch then; I would not for half my revenues, i'faith, now, that any gallants should pass by in the

meantime, and find me in your companies; nay, as quick as you can, sir. 

FRIPPERY

You did not take away Master Bouser's cloak t'other morning, pawned it to me, and borrowed five pound

upon't? 

GOLDSTONE

Ha! 

FRIPPERY

'Twas not you neither that finely cheated my little novice at Master Primero's house of a diamond and

sapphire, and swore they were counterfeit, both glass, mere glass, as you were a right gentleman? 

GOLDSTONE

'Slife, why were we strangers all this while? 'Sfoot, I perceive we are all natural brothers! A pox on's all, are

we found, i'faith? 

FRIPPERY

A cheater! 


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GOLDSTONE

A thief, a lecher, a bawd, and a broker! 

FIRST CONSTABLE

What mean they to be so merry? I'm afraid they laugh at us, and make fools on's. 

GOLDSTONE

Push, leave it to me. [To First Constable] How now, who would you speak withal? 

FIRST CONSTABLE

Speak withal! Have we waited all this while for a suspected thief? 

GOLDSTONE

How? You're scarce awake yet, I think: look well, does any appear like a thief in this company? Away, you

slaves! You stand loitering when you should look to the commonwealth: you catch knaves apace now, do you

not? They may walk by your nose, you rascals! 

Exeunt Constables. 

ALL 

Sweet Master Goldstone! 

GOLDSTONE

You lacked spirit in your company till I came among you: here be five on's; let's but glue together, why now

the world shall not come between us. 

PURSENET

If we be true among ourselves. 

GOLDSTONE

Why, true; we cannot lack to be rich, for we cannot lack riches, nor can our wenches want, nor we want

wenches. 

PRIMERO

Let me alone to furnish you with them. 

TAILBY

And me. 

GOLDSTONE

There's one care past: and as for the knight's daughter, 

Our chiefest business, and least thought upon 

PURSENET

That's true, i'faith. 

TAILBY

How shall we agree for her? 

GOLDSTONE


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With as much ease as for the rest. Tomorrow 

Brings the night: let's all appear in the best shape 

We may; troth is, we have need on't: and when 

Amongst us five she makes election, 

As one she shall choose 

PURSENET

True, she cannot [but] choose. 

GOLDSTONE

That one so fortunate amongst us five 

Shall bear himself more portly, live regarded, 

Keep house, and be a countenance to the rest. 

ALL 

[Admirable]! 

GOLDSTONE

For instance; 

[To Pursenet] Put case yourself, after some robbery done, 

Were pursu'd hardly, why, there were your shelter, 

You know your sanctuary; nay, say you were taken, 

His letter to the justice will strike't dead: 

'Tis policy to receive one for the head. 

ALL 

Let's hug thee, Goldstone. 

GOLDSTONE

What have I begot? 

PURSENET

What, sir? 

GOLDSTONE

I must plot for you all; it likes me rarely. 

TAILBY

Prithee, what is't, sir? 

GOLDSTONE

'Twould strike Fitsgrave pale, 

And make the other suitors appear blanks. 

FRIPPERY

For our united mysteries. 

GOLDSTONE

What if we five presented our full shapes 

In a strange, gallant and conceited masque? 


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PURSENET

In a masque? Your thoughts and mine were twins. 

TAILBY

So the device were subtle, nothing like it. 

FRIPPERY

Some poet must assist us. 

GOLDSTONE

Poet? 

You'll take the direct line to have us stag'd? 

Why, what lacks Bouser? Are you too well, too safe? 

An absolute scholar; easy to be wrought, 

No danger in the operation. 

PURSENET

But have you so much interest? 

GOLDSTONE

What, in Bouser? 

Why, my least word commands him. 

TAILBY

Then no man fitter. 

PURSENET

And there's Master Frip, too, 

Can furnish us of masquing suits enow. 

FRIPPERY

Upon sufficient pawn, I think I can, sir. 

PURSENET

Pawn? Jew, here, take my chain: pawns among brothers? 

We shall thrive! But we must still expect 

One rogue in five, and think us happy, too. 

Enter Fitsgrave. 

GOLDSTONE

Last man we spoke on, Master Bouser. 

ALL 

Little Master Bouser, sweet Master Bouser, welcome, i'faith. 

FITSGRAVE

Are your fathers dead, gentlemen, you're so merry? 

GOLDSTONE

By my troth, a good jest! Did not I commend his wit to you, gentlemen? Hark, sirrah Ralph Bouser, cousin


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Bouser, i'faith, there's a kind of portion in town, a girl of fifteen hundred, whom we all powerfully affect, and

determine to present our parts to her in a masque. 

FITSGRAVE

In a masque. 

GOLDSTONE

Right, sir: now, a little of thy brain for a device to present us firm, which we shall never be able to do

ourselves, thou knowest that; and with a kind of speech wherein thou mayst express what gallants are,

bravely. 

FITSGRAVE

Pooh, how can I express 'em otherwise but bravely? Now for a Mercury, and all were fitted. 

PURSENET

Could not a boy supply it? 

FITSGRAVE

Why, none better. 

PURSENET

I have a boy shall put down all the Mercuries i' th' town; 'a will play a Mercury naturally, at his fingers'

end[s], i'faith. 

FITSGRAVE

Why, then we are suited: for torchbearers and shieldboys, those are always the writer's properties; you're

not troubled with them. 

GOLDSTONE

Come, my little Bouser, do't finely now, to the life. 

FITSGRAVE

I warrant you, gentlemen. 

FRIPPERY

[Aside to Fitsgrave] Hist; give me a little touch above the rest, and you can possible, for I mean to present

this chain of pearl to her. 

FITSGRAVE

[Aside to Frippery] Now I know that, let me alone to fit you. 

Exeunt. 

V.[i. A chamber]

Enter Courtesans and Mistress Newcut. 

FIRST COURTESAN


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Come forth, you wary, private whispering strumpet! 

Have we found your close haunts, 

Your private watchtowers, and your subtle means? 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

How then? 

SECOND COURTESAN 

You can steal secretly hither, 

You mystical quean you, at twilight, twitterlights! 

You have a privilege from your hat, forsooth, 

To walk without a man, and no suspicion; 

But we poor gentlewomen that go in tires 

Have no such liberty, we cannot do thus: 

Custom grants that to you that's shame in us. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Have you done yet? 

SECOND COURTESAN 

You broke the back of one husband already; 

And now th' other's dead with grief at sea, 

With your secret expenses, close stealths, cunning 

Filches, and continued banquets in corners. 

Then, forsooth, you must have your milkbaths to white you, 

Your roseleaves to sweeten you, 

Your beanflour bags to sleek you, and make you soft, 

Smooth, and delicate, for lascivious entertainment 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

So, and you think all this while you dance like a thief in a mist, you're safe, nobody can find you! Pray, were

not you a feltmonger's daughter at first, that run away with a new courtier for the love of gentlewomen's

clothes, and bought the fashion at a dear rate, with the loss of your name and credit? Why, what are all of you

but rustical insides and city flesh, the blood of yeomen, and the bum of gentlewomen? 

SECOND COURTESAN 

What, shall we suffer a changeable forepart outtongue us? Take that! 

[They attack her.] 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Murder, murder! 

Enter Fitsgrave. 

FITSGRAVE

How now! Why, ladies, a retreat! Come, 

You have shown your spirits sufficiently: 

You're all landcaptains; and so they shall find 

That come in your quarters; but have you the law 

Free now to fight and scratch among yourselves, 


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And let your gallants run away with [others]? 

FIRST COURTESAN

How! 

SECOND COURTESAN 

Good 

FIRST COURTESAN

Sweet Master Bouser! 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Another? 

FITSGRAVE

Why then, I perceive you know nothing: why, they are in the way of marriage; a knight's daughter here in

town makes her election among 'em this night. 

FIRST COURTESAN

This night? 

FITSGRAVE

This very night; and they all present themselves in a masque before her: know you not this? 

SECOND COURTESAN 

O traitor Master Goldstone! 

THIRD COURTESAN 

Perjured Master Tailby! 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Without soul? 

FIRST COURTESAN

She will chase him! 

FITSGRAVE

You have more cause to join, 

And play the grounds of friendship 'mongst yourselves, 

Than rashly run division: I could tell you 

A means to pleasure you 

FIRST COURTESAN

Good Master Bouser! 

FITSGRAVE

But that you're women, and are hardly secret 

SECOND COURTESAN 

We vow it seriously. 


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FITSGRAVE

You should be all there in presence, 

See all, hear all, and yet not they perceive you. 

THIRD COURTESAN 

So that 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

Sweet Master Bouser, I 

FITSGRAVE

I can 

Stand you in stead; for I frame the device. 

ALL 

If ever 

FITSGRAVE

Will you do't? Hark you [Whispers.] 

FIRST COURTESAN

Content. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

And I'll make one. 

THIRD COURTESAN 

And I another: 

We'll mar the match. 

[MISTRESS NEWCUT] 

When that good news came of my husband's death, 

Goldstone promis'd me marriage, and sware to me 

SECOND COURTESAN 

I'll bring his oaths in question. 

THIRD COURTESAN 

So will I. 

FITSGRAVE

Agree among yourselves, for shame! 

FIRST COURTESAN

Are we 

Resolv'd? 

SECOND COURTESAN 

In this who would not feign? 

THIRD COURTESAN 


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Friends all, 

For my part. 

[MISTRESS NEWCUT] 

Here's my lip for mine. 

THIRD COURTESAN 

Round let it go. 

SECOND COURTESAN 

All wrath thus quench'd. 

FIRST COURTESAN

And I conclude it so. 

Exeunt [all except Fitsgrave]. 

FITSGRAVE

How all events strike even with my wishes! 

Their own invention damns them. 

[Enter two Gentlemen, Pyamont, and Bungler.] 

Now, gentlemen, 

Stands your assistance firm? 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

Why, 'tis our own case; 

I'm sorry you should doubt. 

SECOND GENTLEMAN

We'll furnish you. 

Enter Painter with shields. 

[BUNGLER] 

Are these our gallants? 

FITSGRAVE

Are our gallants these? 

PAINTER

Here be five shields, sir. 

FITSGRAVE

Finished already? That's well: I'll see thy master shortly. 

PAINTER

I'm satisfied. 

Exit. 


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PYAMONT

Prithee, let's see, Master Fitsgrave. 

FITSGRAVE

I have blazed them. 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

What's this? 

[SECOND GENTLEMAN] 

Fooh, you should be a gallant too, for you're no university scholar. 

FITSGRAVE

Look, this is Pursenet; the device, a purse wide open, and the mouth downward: the word, Alienis ecce

crumensis! 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

What's that? 

FITSGRAVE

"One that lives out of other men's pockets." 

PYAMONT

That's right! 

FITSGRAVE

Here's Goldstone's, three silver dice. 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

They run high, two cinques and a quater! 

FITSGRAVE

They're highmen, fit for his purpose; the word, Fratremque patremque. 

SECOND GENTLEMAN

Nay, he will cheat his own brother; nay, his own father, i'faith! 

FITSGRAVE

So much the word imports. Master Primero. 

[BUNGLER] 

Pox, what says he now? 

FITSGRAVE

The device, an unvalued pearl hid in a cave; the word, Occul[t]os vendit honores. 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

What's that? 

FITSGRAVE


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"One that sells maidenheads by wholesale." 

SECOND GENTLEMAN

Excellently proper! 

FITSGRAVE

Master Frip. 

SECOND GENTLEMAN

That Pythagorical rascal! In a gentleman's suit today, in a knight's tomorrow. 

FITSGRAVE

The device for him, a cuckoo sitting on a tree the word, En avis ex avibus, "one bird made of many!" For you

know as the sparrow hatches the cuckoo, so the gentleman feathers the broker. 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

Let me admire thee, Master Fitsgrave! 

FITSGRAVE

They will scorn, gentlemen; and to assist them the better, Pursenet's boy, that little precious pickpocket, has a

compendious speech in Latin, and, like a Mercury, presents their dispositions more liberally. 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

Never were poor gallants so abused. 

FITSGRAVE

Hang 'em! They're counterfeits; 

No honest spirit will pity 'em. This is my crown; 

So good men smile, I dread no rascal's frown. 

Away, bestow yourselves secretly o'erhead; 

This is the place appointed for the rehearsal, 

To practise their behaviours. 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

We are vanish'd. 

[Exeunt the two Gentlemen, Pymont, and Bungler, who hide themselves above.] Enter Goldstone, Pursenet,

Tailby, Frippery, Primero, and Boy. 

GOLDSTONE

Master Bouser. 

PURSENET

Well said, i'faith; off with your cloaks, gallants; let's fall roundly to our business. 

TAILBY

Is the boy perfect? 

FITSGRAVE

That's my credit, sir, I warrant you. 


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FRIPPERY

If our little Mercury should be out, we should scarce be known what we are. 

FITSGRAVE

I have took a course for that, fear it not, sir. Look you, first, here be your shields. 

GOLDSTONE

Ay, where be our shields? 

PURSENET

Which is mine? 

TAILBY

Which is mine, Master Bouser? This? 

FITSGRAVE

I pray, be contained a little, gentlemen; they'll come all time enough to you, I warrant. 

PURSENET

This Frip is grown so violent! 

FITSGRAVE

Yours to begin withal, sir. 

PURSENET

Well said, Master Bouser! 

[FITSGRAVE] 

First the device, a fair purse wide open, the mouth downward; the word, Alienis ecce crumenis! 

PURSENET

What's that, prithee? 

FITSGRAVE

"Your bounty pours itself forth to all men." 

PURSENET

And so it does, i'faith; that's all my fault, bountiful. 

FITSGRAVE

Master Goldstone, here's yours, sir; three silver dice; the word, Fratremque patremque. 

GOLDSTONE

And what's that? 

FITSGRAVE

"Fortune of my side." 

GOLDSTONE

Well said, little Bouser, i'faith! 


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TAILBY

What say you to me, sir? 

FITSGRAVE

For the device, a candle in a corner; the word, Consumptio victis. 

TAILBY

The meaning of that, sir? 

FITSGRAVE

"My light is yet in darkness till I enjoy her." 

[TAILBY] 

Right, sir. 

PRIMERO

Now mine, sir? 

FITSGRAVE

The device, an unvalued pearl hid in a cave. 

PRIMERO

Aha, sirs! 

FITSGRAVE

The word, Occultos vendit honores. 

PRIMERO

Very good, I warrant. 

FITSGRAVE

"A black man's a pearl in a fair lady's eye." 

PRIMERO

I said 'twas some such thing. 

FRIPPERY

My turn must need come now: am I fitted, Master Bouser? 

FITSGRAVE

Trust to me: your device here is a cuckoo sitting on a tree. 

FRIPPERY

The Welsh leiger; good. 

FITSGRAVE

The word, En avis ex avibus! 

FRIPPERY

Ay, marry, sir. 


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FITSGRAVE

Why, do you know what 'tis, sir? 

FRIPPERY

No, by my troth, not yet, sir. 

FITSGRAVE

O! "I keep one tune, I recant not." 

FRIPPERY

I'm like the cuckoo in that indeed: where I love, I hold. 

FITSGRAVE

Did I not promise you I would fit you? 

GOLDSTONE

They're all very well done, i'faith, and very scholarlike, though I say't before thy face, little Bouser; but I

would not have thee proud on't now: come, if this be performed well 

PURSENET

Who, the boy? He has performed deeper matters than this. 

PYAMONT

[Aside] Ay, a pox on him! I think was in my pocket now, and truth were known. 

BUNGLER

[Aside] I caught him once in mine. 

FITSGRAVE

Suppose the shields are presented, then you begin, boy. 

BOY

I representing Mercury, am a pickpocket, and have his part at my fingers' ends: "Page I am to that great and

secret thief, magno illo et secreto latroni" 

[FITSGRAVE] 

There you make your honour, sir. 

BOY

At latroni? 

[FITSGRAVE] 

You have it, sir. 

[PURSENET] 

Latroni, that's mine. 

FITSGRAVE

[Aside] He confesses the thief's his. 

PURSENET


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Remember, boy, you point latroni to me. 

BOY

To you, master. 

[FITSGRAVE] 

Proceed. 

[BOY] 

"These four are his companions; the one a notable cheater, that will cozen his own father" 

FITSGRAVE

Master Goldstone. 

GOLDSTONE

Let me alone, Master Bouser; I can take mine own turn. 

FITSGRAVE

Why 

GOLDSTONE

Peace. 

[BOY] 

"The second a notorious lecher, maintained by harlots, cujus virtus consumptio corpus." 

TAILBY

That's I, Master Bouser. 

FITSGRAVE

There you remember your honour, sir. 

BOY

"Ille leno pretiosissimus, virgineos ob lucrum vendens honores." 

PURSENET

It sounds very well, i'faith. 

BOY

"Postremus ille, quamvis apparatu splendidus, is no other than a broker; these feathers are not his own, sed

avis ex avibus: all which to be nothing but truth will appear by the event." 

FITSGRAVE

I'faith, here's all now, gentlemen. 

GOLDSTONE

Short and pithy. 

TAILBY

A good boy, i'faith, and a pregnant! 


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PURSENET

I dare put trust in the boy, sir. [To Boy] Forget not, sirrah, at any hand, to point that same latroni to me. 

BOY

I warrant you, master. 

GOLDSTONE

Come, gentlemen, the time beckons us away. 

FITSGRAVE

Ay, furnish, gentlemen, furnish. 

PURSENET

Hark, one word, Master Bouser: what's the same latroni? I have a good mind to that word, i'faith. 

FITSGRAVE

Latroni? Why, "[shrieve] of the shire." 

PURSENET

I'faith, and I have shriven some shires in my days. 

Exeunt Goldstone, Pursenet, Tailby, Frippery, Primero, and Boy. 

FITSGRAVE

Now, gentlemen, are you satisfied and pleas'd? 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

Never more amply. 

FITSGRAVE

Amongst us now falls that desired lot, 

For we shall blast five rivals with one plot. 

[Exeunt.] 

[V.ii. A hall in Katherine's house]

Enter Katherine between two ancient Gentlemen. 

KATHERINE

Grave gentlemen, in whose approved bosoms 

My deceas'd father did repose much faith, 

You're dearly welcome: pray, sit, command music; 

See nothing want to beautify this night, 

That holds my election in her peaceful arms; 

Feasts, music, hymns, those sweet celestial [charms]. 

FIRST GENTLEMAN

May you be blest in this election. 

SECOND GENTLEMAN


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That content may meet perfection. 

HYMN 

Sound lute, bandora gittern, 

Viol, virginals, and cittern; 

Voices spring, and lift aloud 

Her name that makes the music proud! 

This night perfection 

Makes her election. 

Follow, follow, follow, follow round, 

Look you to that, nay, you to that, nay, you to that: 

Anon you will be found, anon you will be found, anon you will be found.

Cornets sound: enter the Masque, thus ordered: a torchbearer, a shieldboy, then a masquer, so throughout;

then the shieldboys fall at one end, the torchbearers at the other; the masquers i' th' middle: the

torchbearers are the five gentlemen, the shieldboys the whores in boys' apparel; the masquers the five

gallants: they bow to her; she rises and shows the like: they dance, but first deliver the shields up; she reads.

The speech: their action. 

KATHERINE

[Reads] "Alienis ecce crumenis!" 

[Pursenet bows to her.] 

[Reads] "Fratremque patremque." 

[Goldstone bows to her.] 

[Reads] "Consumptio victus." 

[Tailby bows to her.] 

[Reads] "Occultos vendit honores." 

[Primero bows to her.] 

A cuckoo: [reads] "En avis ex avibus!" 

[Frippery bows to her.] 

Are you all as the speech and shields display you? 

GOLDSTONE

We shall prove so. 

They go to dance, each unhasps his weapon from his side, and gives it to the torchbearers. Katherine seems

distrustful, but then Fitsgrave whispers to her and falls back. At then end of which, all making an honour,

Frippery presents her with the chain of pearl. 

KATHERINE

The very chain of pearl was filch'd from me! 


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[The Boy begins to sneak away.] 

FITSGRAVE

Hold! Stop the boy there! 

Boy seized. Pursenet stamps. 

KATHERINE

Will none lay hands on him? 

Frippery seized. 

GOLDSTONE

How now? 

FRIPPERY

Alas, I'm but a broker! 'Twas pawned to me in my shop. 

Fitsgrave, Pyamont, and the others discover themselves. 

TAILBY

Ha, Fitsgrave! 

PURSENET

Pyamont, and the rest! 

GOLDSTONE

Where's Bouser? 

FITSGRAVE

Here. 

GOLDSTONE

We are all betrayed! 

FITSGRAVE

Betrayed? You're [not worthy to be] to betrayed, you have not so much worth: nay, struggle not with the net,

you are caught for this world. 

FIRST COURTESAN

Would we were out! 

FITSGRAVE

'Twas I fram'd your device, do you see? 'Twas I! 

The whole assembly has took notice of it. 

[To Goldstone] That you are a gallant cheater, 

So much the pawning of my cloak contains; 

[to Pursenet] You a base thief, think of Combe Park; [to Tailby] and tell me 

That you're a hired smockster; here's her letter, 

[to Primero] In which we are certified that you're a bawd. 


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FIRST GENTLEMAN

The broker has confessed it. 

SECOND GENTLEMAN

So has the boy. 

TAILBY

That boy will be hanged; he stole the chain at first, 

And has thus long maintained his master's gallantry 

FITSGRAVE

All which we here present, like captive slaves, 

Waiting that doom which their presumption craves. 

KATHERINE

How easily may our suspectless sex 

With fair appearing shadows be deluded! 

Dear sir, you have the work so well begun, 

That took from you, small glory would be won. 

FITSGRAVE

Since 'tis your pleasure to refer to me 

The doom of these, I have provided so, 

They shall not altogether lose their cost: 

See, I have brought wives for 'em. 

[The women of the masque discover themselves.] 

GOLDSTONE

Heart, the strumpets! Out, out! 

TAILBY

Having assum'd, out of their impudence, 

The shape of shieldboys! 

FRIPPERY

To heap full confusion! 

FIRST COURTESAN

Rather confine us to strict chastity, 

A mere impossible task, than to wed these, 

Whom we [do] loathe worse than the foul'st disease. 

GOLDSTONE

O grant 'em their requests! 

FITSGRAVE

The doom is past; so, since your aim was marriage, 

Either embrace it in these courtesans, 

Or have your base acts and felonious lives 


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Proclaim'd to the indignation of the law, 

Which will provide a public punishment. 

As for the boy, and that infectious bawd, 

We put forth those to whipping. 

PRIMERO

Whipping? You find not that in the statute to whip satin. 

FITSGRAVE

Away with him! 

[Primero and Boy led off.] 

GOLDSTONE

Since all our shifts are discovered, as far as I can see, 'tis our best course to marry 'em; we'll make them get

our livings. 

PURSENET

He says true. 

MISTRESS NEWCUT

You see how we are threatened: by my troth, wenches, be ruled by me; let's marry 'em, and it be but to plague

'em; for when we have husbands we are under covertbaron, and may lie with whom we list! I have tried that

in my t'other husband's days. 

ALL THE COURTESANS 

A match. 

FITSGRAVE

I'll be no more deferr'd: come, when do you join? 

GOLDSTONE

These forc'd marriages do never come to good. 

FITSGRAVE

How can they when the[y] come to such as you? 

PURSENET

The[y] often prove the ruin of great houses. 

[FITSGRAVE] 

Nor, virgin, do I in this seek to entice 

All glory to myself; these gentlemen, 

[Whom] I am bound to love for kind assistance, 

Had great affinity in the plot with me. 

KATHERINE

To them I give my thanks; myself to thee, 

Thriceworthy Fitsgrave! 

FITSGRAVE


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I have all my wishes. 

KATHERINE

And I presume there's none but those can frown, 

Whose envies, like the rushes, we tread down. 

[Exeunt omnes.] 


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1. Table of Contents, page = 3

2. Your Five Gallants, page = 4

   3. Thomas Middleton, page = 4

   4. I.[i. A room in Frippery's house.], page = 5

   5. II.[i. A room in Primero's house], page = 19

   6. [III.i. A room in Tailby's lodging], page = 51

   7. IV.[i. Before Tailby's lodging], page = 68

   8. V.[i. A chamber], page = 95