Rich in kindness beyond comparison ! Welcome, dear friend! the kindest soul alive! Here I resign thy habit back again, costume strange Whereby I prove the happiest man that breathes. Talk apart. Enter BOWDLER, MØLL BERRY, and RALPH. BOWDLER Ralph. Faith, sir, methinks of late you're very light. Have I not good cause? Sweet Moll! sweet Moll! Frank. Now, I will take my leave, to put the same in - practice. . Bow. Moll, thou art mine, by thine own consent. How say'st thou, Moll? Moll. Yes, forsooth. Ralph. I am witness, sir. [Exit. Frank. Bow. But that is not sufficient, Moll. If thou art content, Moll, here's a rogue hard by, a friend of mine, whom I will acquaint with our loves, and he shall be partaker of the match. Ralph. Nay, sir, if you mean to have partners in the match, I hope Ralph can help to serve your wife's turn as well as another, what e'er he be. How say you, mistress? Moll. All's one to me, whom he pleases. ef 1675-37. Bow. Come then, sweet Moll; we'll to the Drawer, There to despatch what I further intend. Moll. And well remember'd, husband. Ralph. A forward maiden by this light! "husband," before the clerk hath said Amen! Moll. He hath work of mine; I pray forget it not. Bow. I will not, Moll. Now, you lame rogue; where is this maiden's work? my wife's work, you rascal! quick, give it her. Crip. Sweet signior! the sweet nymph's work is almost finished; but, sweet blood! you drive me into admiration with your latter words. Your sweet wife's work. I admire it. Bow. Ay, ye halting rascal! my wife's work. She's my wife before God and Ralph. How say'st thou, Moll, art thou not? Moll. Yes, forsooth; and to confirm the same, Bow. A good wench, Moll! I'faith, now will I to thy father for his good will. Cripple, see you remember what is past; for I will call thee in question for a witness, if need require. Farewell, cur! farewell, dog! [Exeunt BOWDLER and RALPH. Barnet 1625-37 Moll. On him, Cripple? for what? was it for marriage ? I'd pull my eyes out that did lend me light, And tear my heart, so yielding her consent To Bowdler's love, that froth of compliment ! e1625-37 Moll. Cripple, you lose your time, with your fair tears To circumvent my heart. Bowdler, I love thee; Bernard I hate; and thou shalt never move me. Crip. I will. Thou dost love Bernard, and I can prove it. Moll. That I love Bernard. By heavens! I abhor him. Crip. Thou lov'st him. Once again I say, thou lov'st him; For all thou hast borne Bowdler still in hand. Moll. What, wilt thou make me mad? I say, I hate him. Crip. I say thou lov'st him. Have I not been at home, And heard thee in thy chamber praise his person, And say he is a proper little man, And pray that he would be a suitor to thee? And all for Bernard. Moll. For Bernard? 'Twas for Bowdler. Nay more, thou know'st I lay one night at home, Moll. Will you be sworn I did? Crip. Ay, I will swear it. And art thou not asham'd thus to be chang'd, To leave the love of a kind gentleman, To doat on Bowdler? Fie, fie, reclaim thyself! By thy hard father's hateful cruelty. Moll. Cripple, if thou canst prove that ever I Did fancy Bernard, I will love him still. 1625 Crip. Why, I'll be sworn thou didst. Moll. I cannot tell; I may well be deceiv'd. I think I might affect him in my sleep; And yet not know it. Let me look on him. Crip. What's the matter, wench? Moll. Cripple, I will love him. Crip. Wilt thou, i'faith? Moll. I'faith I will. Enter two Serjeants at Mace. 25-37 Crip. Give me thy hand. A bargain! 'tis enough. Crip. Why thus. I will entreat the serjeants Bern. Cripple, shall we have your company? We'll be your aid to guard him safe to prison. 1. Serj. Well, we are willing, sir: we are content To show the gentleman any kind of favour. Crip. Along, then! hark, Master Bowdler! ACT V. SCENE I. را your pains. [Exeunt. 1625-37 Master FLOWER'S House. Enter FLOWER, Mrs. FLOWER, Master BERRY, and FIDDLE. Flow. Welcome, good Master Berry! is your stomach up, sir? It is a good conceit, i'faith. Fid. It is indeed, sir. ing 162539 Flow. What, Fiddle? Fid. If his stomach be up, to go to dinner. Flow. Fiddle, bid Master Berry welcome. Fid. What else, master? with the best belly in my heart, the sweetest strain in my music, and the worst entertainment that may be, Fiddle bids you worship Adesdum. Ber. Thanks, Fiddle; and, Master Flower, I am much beholden to your courtesy. Mrs. F. Fiddle, I wonder that he stays so long. Fid. Ay; and he'll be here, I warrant you. And I have sent for you and other friends To witness it; and 'tis a good conceit. Mrs. F. Fiddle, are all things order'd well within? Fid. All's well, all's well; but there wants some saffron to colour the custards withal. for. Mrs. F. Here, take my keys. Bid Susan take enough. Fid. Ay, sir; and here comes one more than you looked Enter FRANK. [Exit. Frank. God save you, Master Flower. As much to you, Flow. Welcome, Master Goulding: y'are very welcome, sir. And here's a letter to you from himself. Flow. A letter, sir! It is a good conceit. I'll read it straight. [FRANK gives another letter to Mrs. FLOWER. |