A Chaste Maid in Cheapside

The Names of the Principal Persons
Mr. YELLOWHAMMER, a goldsmith
MAUDLIN, his wife
TIM, their son
MOLL, their daughter
TUTOR to Tim
SIR WALTER Whorehound, a suitor to Moll
SIR OLIVER Kix, and his wife [LADY KIX], kin to Sir Walter
Mr. [John] ALLWIT, and his wife [MISTRESS ALLWIT], whom Sir Walter keeps
A WELSH GENTLEWOMAN, Sir Walter's whore
WAT and NICK, his bastards [by Mistress Allwit]
DAVY Dahumma, his man
TOUCHWOOD SENIOR, and his wife [MISTRESS TOUCHWOOD], a decayed gentleman
TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR, another suitor to Moll
TWO PROMOTERS
SERVANTS [three of Allwit's, three of Sir Oliver's]
[Three or four] WATERMEN
[Sims, a PORTER]
[A GENTLEMAN]
[A WENCH with Touchwood Senior's bastard]
[Jugg, Lady Kix's MAID]
[A DRY NURSE]
[A WET NURSE]
[A MAN with a basket]
[A SECOND MAN with a basket]
[TWO PURITANS, the first named Mistress Underman]
[FIVE GOSSIPS]
[A MIDWIFE]
[A PARSON]
[A third NURSE]
[SUSAN, Moll's maid]
Acts and Scenes
I.i. A street in front of Yellowhammer’s shop
I.ii. Allwit’s house
II.i. A street
II.ii. Another street
II.iii. A hall in Allwit’s house
II.iv. The street outside Allwit’s house
III.i. A church
III.ii. Allwit’s house
III.iii. Sir Oliver’s house
IV.i. Yellowhammer’s house
IV.ii. A bank of the Thames
V.i. Allwit’s house
V.ii. Yellowhammer’s house
V.iii. Sir Oliver’s house
V.iv. A church

I.[i. A street in front of Yellowhammer's shop.]

Enter Maudlin and Moll, a shop being discovered.

MAUDLIN
Have you played over all your old lessons o' the virginals?

MOLL
Yes.

MAUDLIN
Yes, you are a dull maid alate, methinks you had need have somewhat to quicken your green sickness; do you weep? A husband. Had not such a piece of flesh been ordained, what had us wives been good for? To make salads, or else cried up and down for samphire. To see the difference of these seasons! When I was of your youth, I was lightsome, and quick, two years before I was married. You fit for a knight's bed--drowsy-browed, dull-eyed, drossy-spirited! I hold my life you have forgot your dancing: when was the dancer with you?

MOLL
The last week.

MAUDLIN
Last week? When I was of your bord, he missed me not a night, I was kept at it; I took delight to learn, and he to teach me, pretty brown gentleman, he took pleasure in my company; but you are dull, nothing comes nimbly from you, you dance like a plumber's daughter, and deserve two thousand pounds in lead to your marriage, and not in goldsmith's ware.

Enter Yellowhammer.

YELLOWHAMMER
Now what's the din betwixt mother and daughter, ha?

MAUDLIN
Faith, small, telling your daughter Mary of her errors.

YELLOWHAMMER
Errors! Nay, the city cannot hold you, wife, but you must needs fetch words from Westminster; I ha' done, i'faith. Has no attorney's clerk been here alate and changed his half-crown-piece his mother sent him, or rather cozened you with a gilded twopence, to bring the word in fashion for her faults or cracks in duty and obedience, term 'em e'en so, sweet wife? As there is no woman made without a flaw, your purest lawns have frays, and cambrics bracks.

MAUDLIN
But 'tis a husband solders up all cracks.

MOLL
What is he come, sir?

YELLOWHAMMER
Sir Walter's come.
He was met at Holborn Bridge, and in his company
A proper fair young gentlewoman, which I guess
By her red hair, and other rank descriptions,
To be his landed niece brought out of Wales,
Which Tim our son (the Cambridge boy) must marry.
'Tis a match of Sir Walter's own making
To bind us to him, and our heirs for ever.

MAUDLIN
We are honoured then, if this baggage would be humble,
And kiss him with devotion when he enters.
I cannot get her for my life
To instruct her hand thus, before and after,
Which a knight will look for, before and after.
I have told her still, 'tis the waving of a woman
Does often move a man, and prevails strongly.
But sweet, ha' you sent to Cambridge,
Has Tim word on't?

YELLOWHAMMIER
Had word just the day after when you sent him the silver spoon to eat his broth in the hall, amongst the gentlemen commoners.

MAUDLIN
O, 'twas timely.

Enter Porter.

YELLOWHAMMER
How now?

PORTER
A letter from a gentleman in Cambridge.

YELLOWHAMMER
O, one of Hobson's porters, thou art welcome. I told thee, Maud, we should hear from Tim. [Reads letter] Amantissimis charissimisque ambobus parentibus patri et matri.

MAUDLIN
What's the matter?

YELLOWHAMMER
Nay, by my troth, I know not, ask not me, he's grown too verbal; this learning is a great witch.

MAUDLIN
Pray, let me see it, I was wont to understand him. Amantissimus charissimus, he has sent the carrier's man, he says; ambobus parentibus, for a pair of boots; patri et matri, pay the porter, or it makes no matter.

PORTER
Yes, by my faith, mistress, there's no true construction in that, I have took a great deal of pains, and come from the Bell sweating. Let me come to't, for I was a scholar forty years ago; 'tis thus, I warrant you: Matri, it makes no matter: ambobus parentibus, for a pair of boots; patri, pay the porter; amantissimis charissimis, he's the carrier's man, and his name is Sims, and there he says true, forsooth, my name is Sims indeed; I have not forgot all my learning. A money matter, I thought I should hit on't.

YELLOWHAMMER
Go, thou art an old fox, there's a tester for thee.

PORTER
If I see your worship at Goose Fair, I have a dish of birds for you.

YELLOWHAMMER
Why, dost dwell at Bow?

PORTER
All my lifetime, sir; I could ever say "Bo" to a goose. Farewell to your worship.

Exit Porter.

YELLOWHAMMER
A merry porter.

MAUDLIN
How can he choose but be so, coming with Cambridge letters from our son Tim?

YELLOWHAMMER
What's here? [Reads] Maximus diligo. Faith, I must to my learned counsel with this gear, 'twill ne'er be discerned else.

MAUDLIN
Go to my cousin then, at Inns of Court.

YELLOWHAMMER
Fie, they are all for French, they speak no Latin.

MAUDLIN
The parson then will do it.

Enter a Gentleman with a chain.

YELLOWHAMMER
Nay, he disclaims it, calls Latin Papistry, he will not deal with it. What is't you lack, gentleman?

GENTLEMAN
Pray, weigh this chain.

Enter Sir Walter Whorehound, Welsh Gentlewoman and Davy [Dahumma].

SIR WALTER
Now, wench, thou art welcome to the heart of the city of London.

WELSH GENTLEWOMAN
Dugat a whee.

SIR WALTER
You can thank me in English if you list.

WELSH GENTLEWOMAN
I can, sir, simply.

SIR WALTER
'Twill serve to pass, wench; 'twas strange that I should lie with thee so often, to leave thee without English: that were unnatural. I bring thee up to turn thee into gold, wench, and make thy fortune shine like your bright trade. A goldsmith's shop sets out a city maid. Davy [Dahumma], not a word.

DAVY
Mum, mum, sir.

SIR WALTER
Here you must pass for a pure virgin.

DAVY
[Aside] Pure Welsh virgin, she lost her maidenhead in Brecknockshire.

SIR WALTER
I hear you mumble, Davy.

DAVY
I have teeth, sir, I need not mumble yet this forty years.

SIR WALTER
The knave bites plaguily.

YELLOWHAMMER
What's your price, sir?

GENTLEMAN
A hundred pound, sir.

YELLOWHAMMER
A hundred marks the utmost, 'tis not for me else.

[Exit Gentleman.]

What, Sir Walter Whorehound?

MOLL
O death!

Exit Moll.

MAUDLIN
Why, daughter; faith, the baggage,
A bashful girl, sir; these young things are shamefast.
Besides, you have a presence, sweet Sir Walter,
Able to daunt a maid brought up i' the city;

Enter [Moll].

A brave court spirit makes our virgins quiver,
And kiss with trembling thighs. Yet see, she comes, sir.

SIR WALTER
Why, how now, pretty mistress, now I have caught you. What, can you injure so your time to stray thus from your faithful servant?

YELLOWHAMMER
Pish, stop your words, good knight, 'twill make her blush else, which wound too high for the daughters of the freedom. "Honour," and "faithful servant," they are compliments for the worthies of Whitehall, or Greenwich. E'en plain, sufficient subsidy words serves us, sir. And is this gentlewoman your worthy niece?

SIR WALTER
You may be bold with her on these terms, 'tis she, sir, heir to some nineteen mountains.

YELLOWHAMMER
Bless us all, you overwhelm me, sir, with love and riches.

SIR WALTER
And all as high as Paul's.

DAVY
Here's work, i'faith.

SIR WALTER
How sayst thou, Davy?

DAVY
Higher, sir, by far: you cannot see the top of 'em.

YELLOWHAMMER
What, man? Maudlin, salute this gentlewoman, our daughter if things hit right.

Enter Touchwood Junior.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
[Aside] My knight with a brace of footmen
Is come and brought up his ewe mutton
To find a ram at London; I must hasten it,
Or else pick a' famine; her blood's mine,
And that's the surest. Well, knight, that choice [spoil]
Is only kept for me.

MOLL
[Aside to Touchwood Junior] Sir?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
[To Moll, hands her note] Turn not to me till thou mayst lawfully,
It but whets my stomach, which is too sharp
Set already. Read that note carefully,
Keep me from suspicion still, nor know
My zeal but in thy heart:
Read and send but thy liking in three words,
I'll be at hand to take it.

YELLOWHAMMER
O, turn, sir, turn.
A poor plain boy, an university man,
Proceeds next Lent to a Bachelor of Art;
He will be called Sir Yellowhammer then
Over all Cambridge, and that's half a knight.

MAUDLIN
Please you draw near, and taste the welcome of the city, sir?

YELLOWHAMMER
Come, good Sir Walter, and your virtuous niece here.

SIR WALTER
'Tis manners to take kindness.

YELLOWHAMMER
Lead 'em in, wife.

SIR WALTER
Your company, sir.

YELLOWHAMMER
I'll give't you instantly.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
[Aside] How strangely busy is the devil and riches;
Poor soul kept in too hard, her mother's eye
Is cruel toward her, being to him.
'Twere a good mirth now to set him a-work
To make her wedding ring. I must about it.
Rather than the game should fall to a stranger,
'Twas honesty in me to enrich my father.

YELLOWHAMMER
[Aside] The girl is wondrous peevish; I fear nothing
But that she's taken with some other love,
Then all's quite dashed; that must be narrowly looked to;
We cannot be too wary in our children.--
What is't you lack?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
O, nothing now, all that I wish is present. I would have a wedding ring made for a gentlewoman, with all speed that may be.

YELLOWHAMMER
Of what weight, sir?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Of some half ounce, stand fair and comely, with the spark of a diamond. Sir, 'twere pity to lose the least grace.

YELLOWHAMMER
Pray, let's see it; indeed, sir, 'tis a pure one.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
So is the mistress.

YELLOWHAMMER
Have you the wideness of her finger, sir?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Yes, sure I think I have her measure about me.
[Searches for a paper] Good faith, 'tis down, I cannot show't you,
I must pull too many things out to be certain.
Let me see: long, and slender, and neatly jointed,
Just such another gentlewoman that's your daughter, sir.

YELLOWHAMMER
And therefore, sir, no gentlewoman.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
I protest I never saw two maids handed more alike;
I'll ne'er seek farther, if you'll give me leave, sir.

YELLOWHAMMER
If you dare venture by her finger, sir.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Ay, and I'll bide all loss, sir.

YELLOWHAMMER
Say you so, sir; let's see hither, girl.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Shall I make bold with your finger, gentlewoman?

MOLL
Your pleasure, sir.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
That fits her to a hair, sir.

YELLOWHAMMER
What's your posy now, sir?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Mass, that's true, posy, i'faith; e'en thus, sir:
"Love that's wise, blinds parents' eyes."

YELLOWHAMMER
How, how? If I may speak without offence, sir,
I hold my life--

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
What, sir?

YELLOWHAMMER
Go to, you'll pardon me?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Pardon you?
Ay, sir.

YELLOWHAMMER
Will you, i'faith?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Yes, faith, I will.

YELLOWHAMMER
You'll steal away some man's daughter, am I near you?
Do you turn aside? You gentlemen are mad wags;
I wonder things can be so warily carried,
And parents blinded so, but they're served right
That have two eyes, and were so dull a sight.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
[Aside] Thy doom take hold of thee.

YELLOWHAMMER
Tomorrow noon shall show your ring well done.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Being so, 'tis soon; thanks, and your leave sweet gentlewoman.

Exit.

MOLL
Sir, you are welcome.
[Aside] O, were I made of wishes, I went with thee.

YELLOWHAMMER
Come, now we'll see how the rules go within.

MOLL
That robs my joy, there I lose all I win.

[Exeunt.]

[I.ii. Allwit's house.]

Enter Davy and Allwit severally.

DAVY
Honesty wash my eyes, I have spied a wittol.

ALLWIT
What, Davy [Dahumma]? Welcome from North Wales,
I'faith, and is Sir Walter come?

DAVY
New come to town, sir.

ALLWIT
Into the maids, sweet Davy, and give order his chamber be made ready instantly; my wife's as great as she can wallow, Davy, and longs for nothing but pickled cucumbers, and his coming, and now she shall ha't, boy.

DAVY
She's sure of them, sir.

ALLWIT
Thy very [sight] will hold my wife in pleasure, till the knight come himself. Go in, in, in, Davy.

Exit [Davy].

The founder's come to town; I am like a man
Finding a table furnished to his hand,
As mine is still to me, prays for the founder;
Bless the right worshipful, the good founder's life.
I thank him, h'as maintained my house this ten years,
Not only keeps my wife, but 'a keeps me,
And all my family; I am at his table,
He gets me all my children, and pays the nurse,
Monthly, or weekly, puts me to nothing,
Rent, nor church duties, not so much as the scavenger:
The happiest state that ever man was born to.
I walk out in a morning, come to breakfast,
Find excellent cheer, a good fire in winter,
Look in my coal house about midsummer eve,
That's full, five or six chaldron, new laid up;
Look in my back yard, I shall find a steeple
Made up with Kentish faggots, which o'erlooks
The waterhouse and the windmills; I say nothing
But smile, and pin the door. When she lies in,
As now she's even upon the point of grunting,
A lady lies not in like her; there's her embossings,
Embroiderings, spanglings, and I know not what,
As if she lay with all the gaudy shops
In Gresham's Burse about her; then her restoratives,
Able to set up a young 'pothecary,
And richly stock the foreman of a drug shop;
Her sugar by whole loaves, her wines by rundlets.
I see these things, but like a happy man,
I pay for none at all, yet fools think's mine;
I have the name, and in his gold I shine.
And where some merchants would in soul kiss hell,
To buy a paradise for their wives, and dye
Their conscience in the bloods of prodigal heirs

To deck their night-piece, yet all this being done,
Eaten with jealousy to the inmost bone--
As what affliction nature more constrains,
Than feed the wife plump for another's veins?--
These torments stand I freed of, I am as clear
From jealousy of a wife as from the charge.
O, two miraculous blessings; 'tis the knight
Hath took that labour all out of my hands;
I may sit still and play; he's jealous for me--
Watches her steps, sets spies--I live at ease;
He has both the cost and torment; when the strings
Of his heart [fret], I feed, laugh, or sing,
"La dildo, dildo la dildo, la dildo dildo de dildo."

Enter two Servants.

FIRST SERVANT
What has he got a-singing in his head now?

SECOND SERVANT
Now he's out of work he falls to making dildoes.

ALLWIT
Now, sirs, Sir Walter's come.

FIRST SERVANT
Is our master come?

ALLWIT
Your master? What am I?

FIRST SERVANT
Do not you know, sir?

ALLWIT
Pray, am not I your master?

FIRST SERVANT
O, you are but our mistress's husband.

Enter Sir Walter and Davy.

ALLWIT
Ergo, knave, your master.

FIRST SERVANT
Negatur argumentum. Here comes Sir Walter.

[Allwit takes off his hat.]

[Aside to Second Servant] Now 'a stands bare as well as we; make the most of him, he's but one peep above a serving-man, and so much his horns make him.

SIR WALTER
How dost, Jack?

ALLWIT
Proud of your worship's health, sir.

SIR WALTER
How does your wife?

ALLWIT
E'en after your own making, sir,
She's a tumbler, i'faith, the nose and belly meets.

SIR WALTER
They'll part in time again.

ALLWIT
At the good hour, they will, and please your worship.

SIR WALTER
Here, sirrah, pull off my boots. Put on, put on, Jack.

ALLWIT
I thank your kind worship, sir.

SIR WALTER
Slippers! Heart, you are sleepy.

ALLWIT
[Aside] The game begins already.

SIR WALTER
Pish, put on, Jack.

ALLWIT
[Aside] Now I must do it, or he'll be as angry now as if I had put it on at first bidding; 'tis but observing, 'tis but observing a man's humour once, and he may ha' him by the nose all his life. [Puts his hat back on]

SIR WALTER
What entertainment has lain open here?
No strangers in my absence?

FIRST SERVANT
Sure, sir, not any.

ALLWIT
[Aside] His jealousy begins, am not I happy now
That can laugh inward whilst his marrow melts?

SIR WALTER
How do you satisfy me?

FIRST SERVANT
Good sir, be patient.

SIR WALTER
For two months' absence I'll be satisfied.

FIRST SERVANT
No living creature entered--

SIR WALTER
Entered? Come, swear--

FIRST SERVANT
You will not hear me out, sir--

SIR WALTER
Yes, I'll hear't out, sir.

FIRST SERVANT
Sir, he can tell himself.

SIR WALTER
Heart, he can tell!
Do you think I'll trust him? As a usurer
With forfeited lordships. Him? O monstrous injury!
Believe him? Can the devil speak ill of darkness?
What can you say, sir?

ALLWIT
Of my soul and conscience,
Sir, she's a wife as honest of her body
To me as any lord's proud lady can be.

SIR WALTER
Yet, by your leave, I heard you were once offering
To go to bed to her.

ALLWIT
No, I protest, sir.

SIR WALTER
Heart, if you do, you shall take all--I'll marry.

ALLWIT
O, I beseech you, sir--

SIR WALTER
That wakes the slave,
And keeps his flesh in awe.

ALLWIT
[Aside] I'll stop that gap
Where'er I find it open; I have poisoned
His hopes in marriage already--
Some old rich widows, and some landed virgins--

Enter two children[, Wat and Nick].

And I'll fall to work still before I'll lose him,
He's yet too sweet to part from.

[WAT]
God-den, father.

ALLWIT
Ha, villain, peace.

[NICK]
God-den, father.

ALLWIT
Peace, bastard.
[Aside] Should he hear 'em! These are two foolish children,
They do not know the gentleman that sits there.

SIR WALTER
Oh Wat, how dost, Nick? Go to school,
Ply your books, boys, ha?

[Exeunt Wat and Nick.]

ALLWIT
[Aside] Where's your legs, whoresons?
They should kneel indeed if they could say their prayers.

SIR WALTER
[Aside] Let me see, stay,
How shall I dispose of these two brats now
When I am married, for they must not mingle
Amongst my children that I get in wedlock,
'Twill make foul work that, and raise many storms.
I'll bind Wat prentice to a goldsmith, my father Yellowhammer;
As fit as can be. Nick with some vintner; good, goldsmith
And vintner; there will be wine in bowls, i'faith.

Enter Allwit's Wife.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
Sweet knight,
Welcome; I have all my longings now in town,
Now well-come the good hour.

SIR WALTER
How cheers my mistress?

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
Made lightsome, e'en by him that made me heavy.

SIR WALTER
Methinks she shows gallantly, like a moon at full, sir.

ALLWIT
True, and if she bear a male child, there's the man in the moon, sir.

SIR WALTER
'Tis but the boy in the moon yet, goodman calf.

ALLWIT
There was a man; the boy had never been there else.

SIR WALTER
It shall be yours, sir.

[Exeunt Mistress Allwit and Sir Walter.]

ALLWIT
No, by my troth,
I'll swear it's none of mine, let him that got it
Keep it. Thus do I rid myself of fear,
Lie soft, sleep hard, drink wine, and eat good cheer.

[Exit.]

II.[i. A street.]

Enter Touchwood Senior and his Wife.

[MISTRESS TOUCHWOOD]
'Twill be so tedious, sir, to live from you,
But that necessity must be obeyed.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
I would it might not, wife; the tediousness
Will be the most part mine, that understand
The blessings I have in thee; so to part,
That drives the torment to a knowing heart;
But as thou sayst, we must give way to need
And live awhile asunder, our desires
Are both too fruitful for our barren fortunes.
How adverse runs the destiny of some creatures--
Some only can get riches and no children,
We only can get children and no riches;
Then 'tis the [prudent'st] part to check our wills,
And till our state rise, make our bloods lie still.
Life, every year a child, and some years two,
Besides drinkings abroad, that's never reckoned;
This gear will not hold out.

[MISTRESS TOUCHWOOD]
Sir, for a time, I'll take the courtesy of my uncle's house
If you be pleased to like on't, till prosperity
Look with a friendly eye upon our states.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Honest wife, I thank thee; I ne'er knew
The perfect treasure thou brought'st with thee more
Than at this instant minute. A man's happy
When he's at poorest that has matched his soul
As rightly as his body. Had I married
A sensual fool now, as 'tis hard to 'scape it
'Mongst gentlewomen of our time, she would ha' hanged
About my neck, and never left her hold
Till she had kissed me into wanton businesses,
Which at the waking of my better judgment
I should have cursed most bitterly,
And laid a thicker vengeance on my act
Than misery of the birth, which were enough
If it were born to greatness, whereas mine
Is sure of beggary, though it were got in wine.
Fulness of joy showeth the goodness in thee,
Thou art a matchless wife; farewell, my joy.

[MISTRESS TOUCHWOOD]
I shall not want your sight?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
I'll see thee often,
Talk in mirth, and play at kisses with thee,
Anything, wench, but what may beget beggars;
There I give o'er the set, throw down the cards,
And dare not take them up.

[MISTRESS TOUCHWOOD]
Your will be mine, sir.

Exit.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
This does not only make her honesty perfect,
But her discretion, and approves her judgment.
Had her desire[s] been wanton, they'd been blameless
In being lawful ever, but of all creatures
I hold that wife a most unmatched treasure
That can unto her fortunes fix her pleasure,
And not unto her blood--this is like wedlock;
The feast of marriage is not lust but love,
And care of the estate
. When I please blood,
Merely I sing, and suck out others'; then,
'Tis many a wise man's fault; but of all men
I am the most unfortunate in that game
That ever pleased both genders, I ne'er played yet
Under a bastard; the poor wenches curse me
To the pit where'er I come; they were ne'er served so,
But used to have more words than one to a bargain.
I have such a fatal finger in such business
I must forth with't, chiefly for country wenches,
For every harvest I shall hinder hay-making;

Enter a Wench with a child.

I had no less than seven lay in last progress,
Within three weeks of one another's time.

WENCH
O Snaphance, have I found you?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
How Snaphance?

WENCH
Do you see your workmanship?
Nay, turn not from it, nor offer to escape, for if you do,
I'll cry it through the streets, and follow you.
Your name may well be called Touchwood, a pox on you,
You do but touch and take; thou hast undone me;
I was a maid before, I can bring a certificate for it,
From both the churchwardens.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
I'll have the parson's hand, too, or I'll not yield to't.

WENCH
Thou shalt have more, thou villain; nothing grieves me, but Ellen, my poor cousin in Derbyshire, thou hast cracked her marriage quite; she'll have a bout with thee.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Faith, when she will I'll have a bout with her.

WENCH
A law bout, sir, I mean.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
True, lawyers use such bouts as other men do,
And if that be all thy grief, I'll tender her a husband;
I keep of purpose two or three gulls in pickle
To eat such mutton with, and she shall choose one.
Do but in courtesy, faith, wench, excuse me
Of this half yard of flesh, in which I think it wants
A nail or two.

WENCH
No, thou shalt find, villain
It hath right shape, and all the nails it should have.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Faith, I am poor; do a charitable deed, wench,
I am a younger brother, and have nothing.

WENCH
Nothing! Thou hast too much, thou lying villain
Unless thou wert more thankful.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
I have no dwelling,
I brake up house but this morning; pray thee, pity me,
I am a good fellow, faith, have been too kind
To people of your gender; if I ha't
Without my belly, none of your sex shall want it.
[Aside] That word has been of force to move a woman.--
There's tricks enough to rid thy hand on't, wench,
Some rich man's porch, tomorrow before day,
Or else anon i' the evening, twenty devices;
Here's all I have, i'faith, take purse and all.
[Aside] And would I were rid of all the ware i' the shop so.

WENCH
Where I find manly dealings I am pitiful,
This shall not trouble you.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
And I protest, wench,
The next I'll keep myself.

WENCH
Soft, let it be got first.
This is the fifth; if e'er I venture more
Where I now go for a maid, may I ride for a whore.

Exit.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
What shift she'll make now with this piece of flesh
In this strict time of Lent, I cannot imagine;
Flesh dare not peep abroad now; I have known
This city now above this seven years,
But I protest in better state of government
I never knew it yet, nor ever heard of;
There has been more religious wholesome laws
In the half circle of a year erected
For common good, than memory ever knew of,

Enter Sir Oliver Kix and his Lady.

Setting apart corruption of promoters,
And other poisonous officers that infect
And with a venomous breath taint every goodness.

[LADY KIX]
O, that e'er I was begot, or bred, or born.

SIR OLIVER
Be content, sweet wife.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
What's here to do now?
I hold my life she's in deep passion
For the imprisonment of veal and mutton
Now kept in garrets, weeps for some calf's head now;
Methinks her husband's head might serve with bacon.

Enter Touchwood Junior.

[LADY KIX]
Hist.

SIR OLIVER
Patience, sweet wife.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Brother, I have sought you strangely.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Why, what's the business?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
With all speed thou canst,
Procure a licence for me.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
How, a licence?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Cud's foot, she's lost else, I shall miss her ever.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Nay, sure thou shalt not miss so fair a mark
For thirteen shillings fourpence.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Thanks by hundreds.

Exit [with Touchwood Senior].

SIR OLIVER
Nay, pray thee cease, I'll be at more cost yet,
Thou know'st we are rich enough.

[LADY KIX]
All but in blessings,
And there the beggar goes beyond us. O, O, O,
To be seven years a wife and not a child, O, not a child!

SIR OLIVER
Sweet wife, have patience.

[LADY KIX]
Can any woman have a greater cut?

SIR OLIVER
I know 'tis great, but what of that, wife?
I cannot do withal; there's things making
By thine own doctor's advice at 'pothecary's;
I spare for nothing, wife, no, if the price
Were forty marks a spoonful,
I'd give a thousand pound to purchase fruitfulness;
'Tis but bating so many good works
In the erecting of Bridewells and spital-houses,
And so fetch it up again, for having none
I mean to make good deeds my children.

[LADY KIX]
Give me but those good deeds, and I'll find children.

SIR OLIVER
Hang thee, thou hast had too many.

[LADY KIX]
Thou li'st, brevity.

SIR OLIVER
O horrible, dar'st thou call me brevity?
Dar'st thou be so short with me?

[LADY KIX]
Thou deservest worse.
Think but upon the goodly lands and livings
That's kept back through want on't
.

SIR OLIVER
Talk not on't, pray thee,
Thou'lt make me play the woman and weep too.

[LADY KIX]
'Tis our dry barrenness puffs up Sir Walter--
None gets by your not-getting, but that knight;
He's made by th' means, and fats his fortune shortly
In a great dowry with a goldsmith's daughter.

SIR OLIVER
They may all be deceived,
Be but you patient, wife.

[LADY KIX]
I have suffered a long time.

SIR OLIVER
Suffer thy heart out; a pox suffer thee!

[LADY KIX]
Nay, thee, thou desertless slave!

SIR OLIVER
Come, come, I ha' done;
You'll to the gossiping of Mr. Allwit's child?

[LADY KIX]
Yes, to my much joy;
Everyone gets before me--there's my sister
Was married but at Bartholomew eve last,
And she can have two children at a birth;
O, one of them, one of them would ha' served my turn.

SIR OLIVER
Sorrow consume thee, thou art still crossing me,
And know'st my nature.

Enter a Maid.

MAID
[Aside] O mistress, weeping or railing,
That's our house harmony.

[LADY KIX]
What sayst, Jugg?

MAID
The sweetest news.

[LADY KIX]
What is't, wench?

MAID
Throw down your doctor's drugs,
They're all but heretics; I bring certain remedy
That has been taught, and proved, and never failed.

SIR OLIVER
O that, that, that or nothing.

MAID
There's a gentleman,
I haply have his name, too, that has got
Nine children by one water that he useth;
It never misses, they come so fast upon him,
He was fain to give it over.

[LADY KIX]
His name, sweet Jugg?

MAID
One Mr. Touchwood, a fine gentleman,
But run behind hand much with getting children.

SIR OLIVER
Is't possible?

MAID
Why, sir, he'll undertake
Using that water, within fifteen year,
For all your wealth, to make you a poor man,
You shall so swarm with children.

SIR OLIVER
I'll venture that, i'faith.

[LADY KIX]
That shall you, husband.

MAID
But I must tell you first, he's very dear.

SIR OLIVER
No matter, what serves wealth for?

[LADY KIX]
True, sweet husband,
There's land to come; put case his water stands me
In
some five hundred pound a pint,
'Twill fetch a thousand, and a Kersten soul,
And that's worth all, sweet husband.
I'll about it.

[Exeunt.]

[II.ii. Another street.]

Enter Allwit.

ALLWIT
I'll go bid gossips presently myself,
That's all the work I'll do, nor need I stir,
But that it is my pleasure to walk forth
And air myself a little; I am tied to nothing
In this business, what I do is merely recreation,
Not constraint.
Here's running to and fro, nurse upon nurse,
Three charwomen, besides maids and neighbours' children.
Fie, what a trouble I have rid my hands on;
It makes me sweat to think on't.

Enter Sir Walter Whorehound.

SIR WALTER
How now, Jack?

ALLWIT
I am going to bid gossips for your worship's child, sir,
A goodly girl, i'faith, give you joy on her,
She looks as if she had two thousand pound
To her portion, and run away with a tailor;
A fine, plump, black-eyed slut, under correction, sir,
I take delight to see her: Nurse!

[Enter a Dry Nurse.]

[DRY] NURSE
Do you call, sir?

ALLWIT
I call not you, I call the wet nurse hither,
Give me the wet nurse.

Exit [Dry Nurse]. Enter a Wet Nurse [carrying a baby].

Ay, 'tis thou,
Come hither, come hither,
Let's see her once again; I cannot choose
But buss her thrice an hour.

[WET] NURSE
You may be proud on't, sir,
'Tis the best piece of work that e'er you did.

ALLWIT
Think'st thou so, Nurse? What sayst to Wat and Nick?

[WET] NURSE
They're pretty children both, but here's a wench
Will be a knocker.

ALLWIT
Pup--sayst thou me so? Pup, little countess;
Faith, sir, I thank your worship for this girl,
Ten thousand times, and upward.

SIR WALTER
I am glad
I have her for you, sir.

ALLWIT
Here, take her in, Nurse,
Wipe her, and give her spoonmeat.

[WET] NURSE
[Aside] Wipe your mouth, sir.

Exit.

ALLWIT
And now about these gossips.

SIR WALTER
Get but two,
I'll stand for one myself.

ALLWIT
To your own child, sir?

SIR WALTER
The better policy, it prevents suspicion,
'Tis good to play with rumour at all weapons.

ALLWIT
Troth, I commend your care, sir, 'tis a thing
That I should ne'er have thought on.

SIR WALTER
[Aside] The more slave;
When man turns base, out goes his soul's pure flame,
The fat of ease o'erthrows the eyes of shame.

ALLWIT
I am studying who to get for godmother
Suitable to your worship: now I ha' thought on't.

SIR WALTER
I'll ease you of that care, and please myself in't.
[Aside] My love, the goldsmith's daughter, if I send,
Her father will command her.--Davy Dahumma!

Enter Davy.

ALLWIT
I'll fit your worship then with a male partner.

SIR WALTER
What is he?

ALLWIT
A kind, proper gentleman,
Brother to Mr. Touchwood.

SIR WALTER
I know Touchwood,
Has he a brother living?

ALLWIT
A neat bachelor.

SIR WALTER
Now we know him we'll make shift with him.
Dispatch, the time draws near. Come hither, Davy.

Exit [with Davy].

ALLWIT
In troth, I pity him, he ne'er stands still.
Poor knight, what pains he takes--sends this way one,
That way another, has not an hour's leisure--
I would not have thy toil, for all thy pleasure.

Enter two Promoters.

Ha, how now, what are these that stand so close
At the street corner, pricking up their ears,
And snuffing up their noses, like rich men's dogs
When the first course goes in? By the mass, promoters,
'Tis so, I hold my life, and planted there
To arrest the dead corps of poor calves and sheep,
Like ravenous creditors that will not suffer
The bodies of their poor departed debtors
To go to th' grave, but e'en in death to vex
And stay the corps, with bills of Middlesex.
This Lent will fat the whoresons up with sweetbreads
And lard their whores with lamb-stones; what their golls
Can clutch goes presently to their Molls and Dolls.
The bawds will be so fat with what they earn
Their chins will hang like udders by Easter eve,
And being stroked, will give the milk of witches.
How did the mongrels hear my wife lies in?
Well, I may baffle 'em gallantly.--By your favour, gentlemen,
I am a stranger both unto the city
And to her carnal strictness.

FIRST PROMOTER
Good; your will, sir?

ALLWIT
Pray tell me where one dwells that kills this Lent.

FIRST PROMOTER
How, kills? [Aside to Second Promoter] Come hither, Dick, a bird, a bird.

SECOND PROMOTER
What is't that you would have?

ALLWIT
Faith, any flesh,
But I long especially for veal and green sauce.

FIRST PROMOTER
[Aside] Green goose, you shall be sauced.

ALLWIT
I have half a scornful stomach,
No fish will be admitted.

FIRST PROMOTER
Not this Lent, sir?

ALLWIT
Lent, what cares colon here for Lent?

FIRST PROMOTER
You say well, sir;
Good reason that the colon of a gentleman,
As you were lately pleased to term your worship, sir,
Should be fulfilled with answerable food,
To sharpen blood, delight health, and tickle nature.
Were you directed hither to this street, sir?

ALLWIT
That I was, ay, marry.

SECOND PROMOTER
And the butcher belike
Should kill and sell close in some upper room?

ALLWIT
Some apple loft as I take it, or a coal house,
I know not which, i'faith.

SECOND PROMOTER
Either will serve.
[Aside] This butcher shall kiss Newgate, 'less he turn up
The bottom of the pocket of his apron
.--
You go to seek him?

ALLWIT
Where you shall not find him;
I'll buy, walk by your noses with my flesh,
Sheep-biting mongrels, hand basket freebooters!
My wife lies in; a foutra for promoters!

Exit.

FIRST PROMOTER
That shall not serve your turn! What a rogue's this;
How cunningly he came over us!

Enter a Man with meat in a basket.

SECOND PROMOTER
Husht, stand close.

MAN
I have 'scaped well thus far; they say the knaves
Are wondrous hot and busy.

FIRST PROMOTER
By your leave sir,
We must see what you have under your cloak there.

MAN
Have? I have nothing.

FIRST PROMOTER
No, do you tell us that?
What makes this lump stick out then; we must see, sir.

MAN
What will you see, sir--a pair of sheets, and two
Of my wife's foul smocks, going to the washers?

SECOND PROMOTER
O, we love that sight well, you cannot please us better.

[He takes the basket and opens it.]

What, do you gull us? Call you these shirts and smocks?

MAN
Now a pox choke you!
You have cozened me and five of my wife's kindred
Of a good dinner; we must make it up now
With herrings and milk pottage.

Exit.

FIRST PROMOTER
'Tis all veal.

SECOND PROMOTER
All veal? Pox, the worse luck; I promised faithfully to send this morning a fat quarter of lamb to a kind gentlewoman in Turnbull Street that longs, and how I'm crossed.

FIRST PROMOTER
Let's share this, and see what hap comes next then.

Enter another with a basket.

SECOND PROMOTER
Agreed, stand close again; another booty.
What's he?

FIRST PROMOTER
Sir, by your favour.

[SECOND] MAN
Meaning me, sir?

FIRST PROMOTER
Good Mr. Oliver, cry thee mercy, i'faith.
What has thou there?

[SECOND] MAN
A rack of mutton, sir,
And half a lamb; you know my mistress's diet.

FIRST PROMOTER
Go, go, we see thee not; away, keep close,
Heart, let him pass, thou'lt never have the wit
To know our benefactors.

[Exit Second Man.]

SECOND PROMOTER
I have forgot him.

FIRST PROMOTE
'Tis Mr. Beggarland's man, the wealthy merchant
That is in fee with us.

SECOND PROMOTER
Now I have a feeling of him.

FIRST PROMOTER
You know he purchased the whole Lent together,
Gave us ten groats apiece on Ash Wednesday.

SECOND PROMOTER
True, true.

Enter a Wench with a basket, and a child in it under a loin of mutton.

FIRST PROMOTER
A wench.

SECOND PROMOTER
Why then, stand close indeed.

WENCH
[Aside] Women had need of wit, if they'll shift here,
And she that hath wit may shift anywhere.

FIRST PROMOTER
Look, look, poor fool,
She has left the rump uncovered too,
More to betray her; this is like a murderer
That will outface the deed with a bloody band.

SECOND PROMOTER
[Taking her basket] What time of the year is't, sister?

WENCH
O sweet gentlemen, I am a poor servant,
Let me go.

FIRST PROMOTER
You shall, wench, but this must stay with us.

WENCH
O, you undo me, sir;
'Tis for a wealthy gentlewoman that takes physic, sir,
The doctor does allow my mistress mutton.
O, as you tender the dear life of a gentlewoman,
I'll bring my master to you, he shall show you
A true authority from the higher powers,
And I'll run every foot.

SECOND PROMOTER
Well, leave your basket
Then, and run and spare not.

WENCH
Will you swear then
To me to keep it till I come?

FIRST PROMOTER
Now by
This light, I will.

WENCH
What say you, gentleman?

SECOND PROMOTER
What a strange wench 'tis. Would we might perish else.

WENCH
Nay then, I run, sir.

Exit.

FIRST PROMOTER
And ne'er return I hope.

SECOND PROMOTER
A politic baggage, she makes us swear to keep it;
I prithee, look what market she hath made.

FIRST PROMOTER
Imprimis, sir, a good fat loin of mutton;
What comes next under this cloth?
Now for a quarter of lamb.

SECOND PROMOTER
Now for a shoulder
Of mutton.

FIRST PROMOTER
Done.

SECOND PROMOTER
Why done, sir?

FIRST PROMOTER
By the mass,
I feel I have lost, 'tis of more weight, i'faith.

SECOND PROMOTER
Some loin of veal?

FIRST PROMOTER
No, faith, here's a lamb's head,
I feel that plainly, why yet I'll win my wager.

SECOND PROMOTER
Ha?

FIRST PROMOTER
'Swounds, what's here?

SECOND PROMOTER
A child!

FIRST PROMOTER
A pox of all dissembling, cunning whores!

SECOND PROMOTER
Here's an unlucky breakfast.

FIRST PROMOTER
What shall's do?

SECOND PROMOTER
The quean made us swear to keep it, too.

FIRST PROMOTER
We might leave it else.

SECOND PROMOTER
Villainous strange;
Life, had she none to gull but poor promoters
That watch hard for a living?

FIRST PROMOTER
Half our gettings
Must run in sugar-sops and nurses' wages
Now, besides many a pound of soap and tallow;
We have need to get loins of mutton still,
To save suet to change for candles.

SECOND PROMOTER
Nothing
Mads me but this was a lamb's head with you,
You felt it; she has made calves' heads of us.

FIRST PROMOTER
Prithee no more on't, there's time to get it up;
It is not come to mid-Lent Sunday yet.

SECOND PROMOTER
I am so angry, I'll watch no more today.

FIRST PROMOTER
Faith, nor I neither.

SECOND PROMOTER
Why then I'll make a motion.

FIRST PROMOTER
Well, what is't?

SECOND PROMOTER
Let's e'en go to the Checker
At Queenhive and roast the loin of mutton
Till young flood; then send the child to Branford.

[Exeunt.]

[II.iii. A hall in Allwit's house.]

Enter Allwit in one of Sir Walter's suits, and Davy trussing him.

ALLWIT
'Tis a busy day at our house, Davy.

DAVY
Always the kursning day, sir.

ALLWIT
Truss, truss me, Davy.

DAVY
[Aside] No matter and you were hanged, sir.

ALLWIT
How does this suit fit me, Davy?

DAVY
Excellent neatly; my master's things were ever fit for you, sir, e'en to a hair, you know.

ALLWIT
Thou has hit it right, Davy,
We ever jumped in one this ten years, Davy.

Enter a Servant with a box.

So, well said; what art thou?

[THIRD] SERVANT
Your comfit-maker's man, sir.

ALLWIT
O sweet youth, into the nurse quick,
Quick, 'tis time, i'faith; your mistress will be here?

[THIRD] SERVANT
She was setting forth, sir.

[Exit Third Servant.] Enter two Puritans.

ALLWIT
Here comes our gossips now;
O, I shall have such kissing work today;
Sweet Mistress Underman, welcome, i'faith.

FIRST PURITAN
Give you joy of your fine girl, sir,
Grant that her education may be pure,
And become one of the faithful.

ALLWIT
Thanks to your sisterly wishes, Mistress Underman.

SECOND PURITAN
Are any of the brethren's wives yet come?

ALLWIT
There are some wives within, and some at home.

FIRST PURITAN
Verily thanks, sir.

[Exeunt Puritans.]

ALLWIT
Verily you are an ass, forsooth;
I must fit all these times, or there's no music.

Enter two Gossips.

Here comes a friendly and familiar pair,
Now I like these wenches well.

FIRST GOSSIP
How dost, sirrah?

ALLWIT
Faith, well, I thank you, neighbour, and how dost thou?

SECOND GOSSIP
Want nothing, but such getting, sir, as thine.

ALLWIT
My gettings, wench, they are poor.

FIRST GOSSIP
Fie that thou'lt say so,
Th'ast as fine children as a man can get.

DAVY
[Aside] Ay, as a man can get, and that's my master.

ALLWIT
They are pretty foolish things,
Put to making in minutes;
I ne'er stand long about 'em,
Will you walk in wenches?

[Exeunt Gossips.] Enter Touchwood Junior and Moll.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
The happiest meeting that our souls could wish for.
Here's the ring ready; I am beholding
Unto your father's haste, h'as kept his hour.

MOLL
He never kept it better.

Enter Sir Walter Whorehound.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Back, be silent.

SIR WALTER
Mistress and partner, I will put you both
Into one cup.

DAVY
[Aside] Into one cup, most proper,
A fitting compliment for a goldsmith's daughter.

ALLWIT
Yes, sir, that's he must be your worship's partner
In this day's business, Mr. Touchwood's brother.

SIR WALTER
I embrace your acquaintance, sir.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
It vows your service, sir.

SIR WALTER
It's near high time; come, Mr. Allwit.

ALLWIT
Ready, sir.

SIR WALTER
Will't please you walk?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Sir, I obey your time.

[Exeunt.]

[II.iv. The street outside Allwit's house.]

Enter Midwife with the child, [Maudlin] and the Gossips to the Kursning.

FIRST GOSSIP
Good Mrs. Yellowhammer.

MAUDLIN
In faith, I will not.

FIRST GOSSIP
Indeed, it shall be yours.

MAUDLIN
I have sworn, i'faith.

FIRST GOSSIP
I'll stand still then.

MAUDLIN
So will you let the child go without company and make me forsworn.

FIRST GOSSIP
You are such another creature.

SECOND GOSSIP
Before me? I pray come down a little.

THIRD GOSSIP
Not a whit; I hope I know my place.

SECOND GOSSIP
Your place? Great wonder sure! Are you any better than a comfit-maker's wife?

THIRD GOSSIP
And that's as good at all times as a 'pothecary's.

SECOND GOSSIP
Ye lie, yet I forbear you, too.

FIRST PURITAN
Come, sweet sister, we go in unity, and show the fruits of peace like children of the spirit.

SECOND PURITAN
I love lowliness.

FOURTH GOSSIP
True, so say I, though they strive more,
There comes as proud behind as goes before.

FIFTH GOSSIP
Every inch, i'faith.

[Exeunt.]

III.[i. A church.]

Enter Touchwood Junior and a Parson.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
O sir, if ever you felt the force of love, pity it in me.

PARSON
Yes, though I ne'er was married, sir,
I have felt the force of love from good men's daughters,
And some that will be maids yet three years hence.
Have you got a licence?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Here, 'tis ready, sir.

PARSON
That's well.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
The ring and all things perfect, she'll steal hither.

PARSON
She shall be welcome sir; I'll not be long
A-clapping you together.

Enter Moll and Touchwood Senior.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
O, here she's come, sir.

PARSON
What's he?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
My honest brother.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Quick, make haste, sirs.

MOLL
You must dispatch with all the speed you can,
For I shall be missed straight; I made hard shift
For this small time I have.

PARSON
Then I'll not linger,
Place that ring upon her finger,
This the finger plays the part,
Whose master vein shoots from the heart;
Now join hands--

Enter Yellowhammer and Sir Walter.

YELLOWHAMMER
Which I will sever,
And so ne'er again meet, never.

MOLL
O, we are betrayed!

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Hard fate!

SIR WALTER
I am struck with wonder.

YELLOWHAMMER
Was this the politic fetch, thou mystical baggage,
Thou disobedient strumpet? [To Sir Walter] And were
So wise to send for her to such an end?

SIR WALTER
Now I disclaim the end, you'll make me mad.

YELLOWHAMMER
And what are you, sir?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
And you cannot see
With those two glasses, put on a pair more.

YELLOWHAMMER
I dreamt of anger still, here take your ring, sir;
Ha, this? Life, 'tis the same: abominable!
Did not I sell this ring?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
I think you did,
You received money for it.

YELLOWHAMMER
Heart, hark you, knight,
Here's no inconscionable villainy--
Set me a-work to make the wedding ring,
And come with an intent to steal my daughter;
Did ever runaway match it?

SIR WALTER
This your brother, sir?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
He can tell that as well as I.

YELLOWHAMMER
The very posy mocks me to my face:
"Love that's wise, blinds parents' eyes."
I thank your wisdom, sir, for blinding of us;
We have good hope to recover our sight shortly,
In the meantime I will lock up this baggage,
As carefully as my gold; she shall see as little sun
If a close room or so can keep her from the light on't.

MOLL
O sweet father, for love's sake pity me!

YELLOWHAMMER
Away!

MOLL
Farewell, sir, all content bless thee,
And take this for comfort,
Though violence keep me, thou canst lose me never,
I am ever thine although we part for ever.

YELLOWHAMMER
Ay, we shall part you, minx.

Exit [Yellowhammer with Moll].

SIR WALTER
Your acquaintance, sir,
Came very lately, yet it came too soon;
I must hereafter know you for no friend,
But one that I must shun like pestilence,
Or the disease of lust.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Like enough, sir,
You ha' ta'en me at the worst time for words
That e'er ye picked out; faith, do not wrong me, sir.

Exit.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Look after him and spare not; there he walks
That never yet received baffling; you're blessed
More than e'er I knew. Go take your rest.

Exit.

SIR WALTER
I pardon you, you are both losers.

[Exeunt.]

[III.ii. Allwit's house.]

A bed thrust out upon the stage, Allwit's Wife in it. Enter all the Gossips [including Maudlin and Lady Kix].

FIRST GOSSIP
How is't, woman? We have brought you home
A kursen soul.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
Ay, I thank your pains.

FIRST PURITAN
And verily well kursened, i' the right way,
Without idolatry or superstition,
After the pure manner of Amsterdam.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
Sit down, good neighbours; Nurse!

[Enter Wet Nurse.]

WET NURSE
At hand, forsooth.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
Look they have all low stools.

WET NURSE
They have, forsooth.

SECOND GOSSIP
Bring the child hither, Nurse;
How say you now, Gossip,
Is't not a chopping girl, so like the father?

THIRD GOSSIP
As if it had been spit out of his mouth,
Eyed, nosed and browed as like a girl can be,
Only indeed it has the mother's mouth.

SECOND GOSSIP
The mother's mouth up and down, up and down.

THIRD GOSSIP
'Tis a large child, she's but a little woman.

SECOND PURITAN
No, believe me, a very spiny creature, but all heart,
Well mettled, like the faithful to endure
Her tribulation here, and raise up seed.

SECOND GOSSIP
She had a sore labour on't, I warrant you, you can tell, neighbour.

THIRD GOSSIP
O, she had great speed; we were afraid once,
But she made us all have joyful hearts again;
'Tis a good soul, i'faith;
The midwife found her a most cheerful daughter.

FIRST PURITAN
'Tis the spirit, the sisters are all like her.

Enter Sir Walter with two spoons and plate and Allwit.

SECOND GOSSIP
O, here comes the chief gossip, neighbours.

SIR WALTER
The fatness of your wishes to you all, ladies.

THIRD GOSSIP
O dear sweet gentleman, what fine words he has--
The fatness of our wishes.

SECOND GOSSIP
Calls us all ladies.

FOURTH GOSSIP
I promise you a fine gentleman, and a courteous.

SECOND GOSSIP
Methinks her husband shows like a clown to him.

THIRD GOSSIP
I would not care what clown my husband were too, so I had such fine children.

SECOND GOSSIP
She's all fine children, gossip.

THIRD GOSSIP
Ay, and see how fast they come.

FIRST PURITAN
Children are blessings, if they be got with zeal,
By the brethren, as I have five at home.

SIR WALTER
The worst is past, I hope, now, gossip.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
So I hope too, good sir.

ALLWIT
Why then so hope I too for company,
I have nothing to do else.

SIR WALTER
[Giving Mrs. Allwit a cup and spoons] A poor remembrance, lady!
To the love of the babe; I pray accept of it.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
O, you are at too much charge, sir.

SECOND GOSSIP
Look, look, what has he given her, what is't, gossip?

THIRD GOSSIP
Now by my faith, a fair high standing cup, and two great postle spoons, one of them gilt.

FIRST PURITAN
Sure that was Judas then with the red beard.

SECOND PURITAN
I would not feed my daughter with that spoon
For all the world, for fear of colouring her hair;
Red hair the brethren like not, it consumes them much,
'Tis not the sisters' colour.

Enter Nurse with comfits and wine.

ALLWIT
Well said, Nurse;
About, about with them amongst the gossips:
Now out comes all the tasseled handkerchers,
They are spread abroad between their knees already;
Now in goes the long fingers that are washed
Some thrice a day in urine--my wife uses it--
Now we shall have such pocketing;
See how they lurch at the lower end.

FIRST PURITAN
Come hither, Nurse.

ALLWIT
Again! She has taken twice already.

FIRST PURITAN
I had forgot a sister's child that's sick.

ALLWIT
A pox, it seems your purity loves sweet things well that puts in thrice together. Had this been all my cost now I had been beggared. These women have no consciences at sweetmeats, where'er they come; see and they have not culled out all the long plums, too--they have left nothing here but short riggle-tail comfits, not worth mouthing; no mar'l I heard a citizen complain once that his wife's belly only broke his back: mine had been all in fitters seven years since, but for this worthy knight that with a prop upholds my wife and me, and all my estate buried in Bucklersbury.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
Here, Mistress Yellowhammer, and neighbours,
To you all that have taken pains with me,
All the good wives at once.

FIRST PURITAN
I'll answer for them;
They wish all health and strength,
And that you may courageously go forward,
To perform the like and many such,
Like a true sister with motherly bearing.

ALLWIT
Now the cups troll about to wet the gossips' whistles;
It pours down, i'faith: they never think of payment.

FIRST PURITAN
Fill again, Nurse.

ALLWIT
Now bless thee, two at once; I'll stay no longer;
It would kill me and if I paid for't.
Will it please you to walk down and leave the women?

SIR WALTER
With all my heart, Jack.

ALLWIT
Troth, I cannot blame you.

SIR WALTER
Sit you all, merry ladies.

ALL GOSSIPS
Thank your worship, sir.

FIRST PURITAN
Thank your worship, sir.

ALLWIT
A pox twice tipple ye, you are last and lowest.

Exit [Allwit with Sir Walter].

FIRST PURITAN
Bring hither that same cup, Nurse, I would fain drive away this (hup!) anti-Christian grief.

THIRD GOSSIP
See, gossip, and she lies not in like a countess;
Would I had such a husband for my daughter.

FOURTH GOSSIP
Is not she toward marriage?

THIRD GOSSIP
O no, sweet gossip.

FOURTH GOSSIP
Why, she's nineteen!

THIRD GOSSIP
Ay, that she was last Lammas,
But she has a fault gossip, a secret fault.

FOURTH GOSSIP
A fault, what is't?

THIRD GOSSIP
I'll tell you when I have drunk.

FOURTH GOSSIP
Wine can do that, I see, that friendship cannot.

THIRD GOSSIP
And now I'll tell you, gossip--she's too free.

FOURTH GOSSIP
Too free?

THIRD GOSSIP
O ay, she cannot lie dry in her bed.

FOURTH GOSSIP
What, and nineteen?

THIRD GOSSIP
'Tis as I tell you, gossip.

[Enter Dry Nurse and speaks to Maudlin.]

MAUDLIN
Speak with me, Nurse? Who is't?

[DRY] NURSE
A gentleman
From Cambridge, I think it be your son, forsooth.

MAUDLIN
'Tis my son Tim, i'faith, prithee call him up
Among the women, 'twill embolden him well,
For he wants nothing but audacity;
Would the Welsh gentlewoman at home were here now.

[LADY KIX]
Is your son come, forsooth!

MAUDLIN
Yes, from the university, forsooth.

[LADY KIX]
'Tis a great joy on ye.

MAUDLIN
There's a great marriage
Towards for him.

[LADY KIX]
A marriage?

MAUDLIN
Yes, sure,
A huge heir in Wales, at least to nineteen mountains,
Besides her goods and cattle.

Enter Tim.

TIM
O, I'm betrayed.

Exit.

MAUDLIN
What gone again? Run after him, good Nurse;

[Exit Dry Nurse.]

He's so bashful, that's the spoil of youth;
In the university they're kept still to men,
And ne'er trained up to women's company.

[LADY KIX]
'Tis a great spoil of youth indeed.

Enter [Dry] Nurse and Tim.

NURSE
Your mother will have it so.

MAUDLIN
Why son, why Tim,
What, must I rise and fetch you? For shame, son.

TIM
Mother, you do intreat like a freshwoman;
'Tis against the laws of the university
For any that has answered under bachelor to thrust
'Mongst married wives.

MAUDLIN
Come, we'll excuse you here.

TIM
Call up my tutor, mother, and I care not.

MAUDLIN
What, is your tutor come, have you brought him up?

TIM
I ha' not brought him up, he stands at door,
Negatur, there's logic to begin with you, mother.

MAUDLIN
Run, call the gentleman, Nurse, he's my son's tutor;
Here, eat some plums.

[Exit Dry Nurse.]

TIM
Come I from Cambridge,
And offer me six plums?

MAUDLIN
Why, how now, Tim,
Will not your old tricks yet be left?

TIM
Served like a child,
When I have answered under bachelor?

MAUDLIN
You'll never lin till I make your tutor whip you;
You know how I served you once at the free school
In Paul's churchyard?

TIM
O monstrous absurdity!
Ne'er was the like in Cambridge since my time;
Life, whip a bachelor? You'd be laughed at
Soundly; let not my tutor hear you, 'twould be
A jest through the whole university;
No more words, mother.

Enter Tutor.

MAUDLIN
Is this your tutor Tim?

TUTOR
Yes, surely, lady, I am the man that brought him
In league with logic, and read the Dunces to him.

TIM
That did he, mother, but now I have 'em all
In my own pate, and can as well read 'em to others.

TUTOR
That can he, mistress, for they flow naturally from him.

MAUDLIN
I'm the more beholding to your pains, sir.

TUTOR
Non ideo sane.

MAUDLIN
True, he was an idiot indeed
When he went out of London, but now he's well mended;
Did you receive the two goose pies I sent you?

TUTOR
And eat them heartily, thanks to your worship.

MAUDLIN
'Tis my son Tim, I pray bid him welcome, gentlewomen.

TIM
Tim? Hark you, Timotheus, mother, Timotheus.

MAUDLIN
How, shall I deny your name? "Timotheus" quoth he?
Faith, there's a name, 'tis my son Tim, forsooth.

[LADY KIX]
You're welcome, Mr. Tim.

Kiss.

TIM
O, this is horrible, she wets as she kisses;
Your handkercher, sweet tutor, to wipe them off,
As fast as they come on.

SECOND GOSSIP
Welcome from Cambridge.

Kiss.

TIM
This is intolerable! This woman has a villainous sweet breath, did she not stink of comfits; help me, sweet tutor, or I shall rub my lips off.

TUTOR
I'll go kiss the lower end the whilst.

TIM
Perhaps that's the sweeter,
And we shall dispatch the sooner.

FIRST PURITAN
Let me come next.
Welcome from the wellspring of discipline
That waters all the brethren.

Reels and falls.

TIM
Hoist, I beseech thee!

THIRD GOSSIP
O, bless the woman--Mistress Underman!

FIRST PURITAN
'Tis but the common affliction of the faithful,
We must embrace our falls.

TIM
I'm glad I 'scaped it,
It was some rotten kiss sure,
It dropped down before it came at me.

Enter Allwit and Davy.

ALLWIT
Here's a noise, not parted yet? [Heyday],
A looking glass; they have drunk so hard in plate,
That some of them had need of other vessels.
Yonder's the bravest show.

ALL GOSSIPS
Where? Where, sir?

ALLWIT
Come along presently by the Pissing Conduit,
With two brave drums and a standard bearer.

ALL GOSSIPS
O, brave.

TIM
Come, tutor.

ALL GOSSIPS
Farewell, sweet gossip.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
I thank you all for your pains.

FIRST PURITAN
Feed and grow strong.

[Exeunt all but Allwit and Davy.]

ALLWIT
You had more need to sleep than eat;
Go, take a nap with some of the brethren, go,
And rise up a well-edified, boldified sister;
O, here's a day of toil well passed o'er,
Able to make a citizen hare-mad;
How hot they have made the room with their thick bums,
Dost not feel it, Davy?

DAVY
Monstrous strong, sir.

ALLWIT
What's here under the stools?

DAVY
Nothing but wet, sir,
Some wine spilt here belike.

ALLWIT
Is't no worse thinkst thou?
Fair needlework stools cost nothing with them, Davy.

DAVY
[Aside] Nor you neither, i'faith.

ALLWIT
Look how they have laid them,
E'en as they lie themselves, with their heels up;
How they have shuffled up the rushes, too, Davy,
With their short, figging, little, shittle-cork heels;
These women can let nothing stand as they find it;
But what's the secret thou'st about to tell me,
My honest Davy?

DAVY
If you should disclose it, sir--

ALLWIT
Life, rip my belly up to the throat then, Davy.

DAVY
My master's upon marriage.

ALLWIT
Marriage, Davy?
Send me to hanging rather.

DAVY
[Aside] I have stung him.

ALLWIT
When, where, what is she, Davy?

DAVY
E'en the same was gossip, and gave the spoon.

ALLWIT
I have no time to stay, nor scarce can speak,
I'll stop those wheels, or all the work will break.

Exit.

DAVY
I knew 'twould prick. Thus do I fashion still
All mine own ends by him and his rank toil;
'Tis my desire to keep him still from marriage;
Being his poor nearest kinsman, I may fare
The better at his death, there my hopes build
Since my Lady Kix is dry, and hath no child.

Exit.

[III.iii. Sir Oliver's house.]

Enter both the Touchwoods.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Y'are in the happiest way to enrich yourself,
And pleasure me, brother, as man's feet can tread in,
For though she be locked up, her vow is fixed
Only to me; then time shall never grieve me,
For by that vow, e'en absent [I] enjoy her,
Assuredly confirmed that none else shall,
Which will make tedious years seem gameful to me.
In the mean space lose you no time, sweet brother;
You have the means to strike at this knight's fortunes
And lay him level with his bankrout merit;
Get but his wife with child, perch at tree top,
And shake the golden fruit into her lap
.
About it, before she weep herself to a dry ground,
And whine out all her goodness.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Prithee cease,
I find a too much aptness in my blood
For such a business without provocation;
You might well spared this banquet of eringoes,
Artichokes, potatoes, and your buttered crab
,
They were fitter kept for your own wedding dinner.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Nay, and you'll follow my suit, and save my purse, too,
Fortune dotes on me; he's in happy case
Finds such an honest friend i' the common place.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Life, what makes thee so merry? Thou hast no cause
That I could hear of lately since thy crosses,
Unless there be news come, with new additions.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Why there thou hast it right, I look for her
This evening, brother.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
How's that, look for her?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
I will deliver you of the wonder straight, brother:
By the firm secrecy and kind assistance
Of a good wench i' the house, who, made of pity,
Weighing the case her own, she's led through gutters,
Strange hidden ways, which none but love could find,
Or ha' the heart to venture; I expect her
Where you would little think.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
I care not where,
So she be safe, and yours.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Hope tells me so,
But from your love and time my peace must grow.

Exit.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
You know the worst then, brother; now to my Kix,
The barren he and she, they're i' the next room,
But to say which of their two humours hold them
Now at this instant, I cannot say truly.

Kix to his Lady within.

SIR OLIVER
Thou liest, barrenness.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
O, is't that time of day? Give you joy of your tongue,
There's nothing else good in you; this their life
The whole day from eyes open to eyes shut,
Kissing or scolding, and then must be made friends,
Then rail the second part of the first fit out,
And then be pleased again, no man knows which way,
Fall out like giants, and fall in like children--
Their fruit can witness as much.

Enter Sir Oliver Kix and his Lady.

SIR OLIVER
'Tis thy fault.

[LADY KIX]
Mine, drouth and coldness?

SIR OLIVER
Thine, 'tis thou art barren.

[LADY KIX]
I barren! O life, that I durst but speak now,
In mine own justice, in mine own right--I barren!
'Twas otherways with me when I was at court,
I was ne'er called so till I was married.

SIR OLIVER
I'll be divorced.

[LADY KIX]
Be hanged! I need not wish it,
That will come too soon to thee: I may say,
Marriage and hanging goes by destiny,
For all the goodness I can find in't yet.

SIR OLIVER
I'll give up house, and keep some fruitful whore,
Like an old bachelor in a tradesman's chamber;
She and her children shall have all.

[LADY KIX]
Where be they?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Pray, cease;
When there are friendlier courses took for you
To get and multiply within your house,
At your own proper costs in spite of censure,
Methinks an honest peace might be established.

SIR OLIVER
What with her? Never.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Sweet sir.

SIR OLIVER
You work all in vain.

[LADY KIX]
Then he doth all like thee.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Let me intreat, sir.

SIR OLIVER
Singleness confound her,
I took her with one smock.

[LADY KIX]
But indeed you came not so single,
When you came from shipboard.

SIR OLIVER
Heart, she bit sore there; prithee, make's friends.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Is't come to that? The peal begins to cease.

SIR OLIVER
I'll sell all at an outcry.

[LADY KIX]
Do thy worst, slave;
Good sweet sir, bring us into love again.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Some would think this impossible to compass;
Pray, let this storm fly over.

SIR OLIVER
Good sir, pardon me, I'm master of this house,
Which I'll sell presently, I'll clap up bills this evening.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Lady, friends? Come.

[LADY KIX]
If e'er ye loved woman, talk not on't, sir;
What, friends with him? Good faith, do you think I'm mad?
With one that's scarce the hinder quarter of a man?

SIR OLIVER
Thou art nothing of a woman.

[LADY KIX]
Would I were less than nothing.

Weeps.

SIR OLIVER
Nay, prithee what dost mean?

[LADY KIX]
I cannot please you.

SIR OLIVER
I'faith, thou art a good soul, he lies that says it;
Buss, buss, pretty rogue.

[LADY KIX]
You care not for me.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Can any man tell now which way they came in?
By this light, I'll be hanged then.

SIR OLIVER
Is the drink come?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Here's a little vial of almond-milk--
[Aside] That stood me in some three pence.

SIR OLIVER
I hope to see thee, wench, within these few years,
Circled with children, pranking up a girl,
And putting jewels in their little ears;
Fine sport, i'faith.

[LADY KIX]
Ay, had you been aught, husband,
It had been done ere this time.

SIR OLIVER
Had been aught, hang thee, hadst thou been aught;
But a cross thing I ever found thee.

[LADY KIX]
Thou art a grub to say so.

SIR OLIVER
A pox on thee.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
By this light, they are out again at the same door,
And no man can tell which way;
Come here's your drink, sir.

SIR OLIVER
I will not take it now, sir,
And I were sure to get three boys ere midnight.

[LADY KIX]
Why there thou show'st now of what breed thou com'st;
To hinder generation! O thou villain,
That knows how crookedly the world goes with us
For want of heirs, yet put by all good fortune.

SIR OLIVER
Hang, strumpet, I will take it now in spite.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Then you must ride upon't five hours.

SIR OLIVER
I mean so.
Within there?

Enter a Servant.

SERVANT
Sir?

SIR OLIVER
Saddle the white mare,
I'll take a whore along, and ride to Ware.

[LADY KIX]
Ride to the devil.

SIR OLIVER
I'll plague you every way;
Look ye, do you see, 'tis gone.

Drinks.

[LADY KIX]
A pox go with it.

SIR OLIVER
I curse and spare not now.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Stir up and down, sir,
You must not stand.

SIR OLIVER
Nay, I'm not given to standing.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
So much the better, sir, for the--

SIR OLIVER
I never could stand long in one place yet,
I learnt it of my father, ever figient;
How if I crossed this, sir?

Capers.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
O, passing good, sir,
And would show well a-horseback; when you come
To your inn, if you leapt over a joint-stool or two
'Twere not amiss--[Aside] although you brake your neck, sir.

SIR OLIVER
What say you to a table thus high, sir?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Nothing better, sir, if it be furnished
With good victuals. You remember how
The bargain runs about this business?

SIR OLIVER
Or else I had a bad head: you must receive, sir,
Four hundred pounds of me at four several payments:
One hundred pound now in hand.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Right, that I have, sir.

SIR OLIVER
Another hundred when my wife is quick,
The third when she's brought to bed, and the last hundred
When the child cries; for if it should be stillborn,
It doth no good, sir.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
All this is even still;
A little faster, sir.

SIR OLIVER
Not a whit, sir,
I'm in an excellent pace for any physic.

Enter a Servant.

SERVANT
Your white mare's ready.

SIR OLIVER
I shall up presently:
One kiss, and farewell.

[LADY KIX]
Thou shalt have two, love.

[Kiss.]

SIR OLIVER
Expect me about three.

Exit.

[LADY KIX]
With all my heart, sweet.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
By this light, they have forgot their anger since,
And are as far in again as e'er they were;
Which way the devil came they? Heart, I saw 'em not,
Their ways are beyond finding out. Come, sweet lady.

[LADY KIX]
How must I take mine, sir?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Clean contrary,
Yours must be taken lying.

[LADY KIX]
Abed, sir?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Abed, or where you will for your own ease;
Your coach will serve.

[LADY KIX]
The physic must needs please.

[Exeunt.]

IV.[i. Yellowhammer's house.]

Enter Tim and Tutor.

TIM
Negatur argumentum, tutor.

TUTOR
Probo tibi, pupil, stultus non est animal rationale.

TIM
Falleris sane.

TUTOR
Quaeso ut taceas; probo tibi.

TIM
Quomodo probas, domine?

TUTOR
Stultus non habet rationem, ergo non est animal rationale.

TIM
Sic argumentaris, domine: stultus non habet rationem, ergo non est animal rationale. Negatur argumentum again, tutor.

TUTOR
Argumentum iterum probo tibi, domine: qui non participat de ratione nullo modo potest vocari rationalibus, but stultus non participat de ratione, ergo stultus nullo modo potest dicere rationali.

TIM
Participat.

TUTOR
Sic disputus, qui participat quomodo participate.

TIM
Ut homo; probabo tibi in syllogismo.

TUTOR
Hunc proba.

TIM
Sic probo, domine: stultus est homo sicut tu et ego sum; homo est animal rationale, sicut stultus est animal rationale.

Enter Maudlin.

MAUDLIN
Here's nothing but disputing all the day long with 'em.

TUTOR
Sic disputus, stultus est homo sicut tu et ego sum; homo est animal rationale, sicut stultus est animal rationale.

MAUDLIN
Your reasons are both good, whate'er they be;
Pray give them o'er, faith, you'll tire yourselves,
What's the matter between you?

TIM
Nothing but reasoning about a fool, mother.

MAUDLIN
About a fool, son? Alas, what need you trouble your heads about that, none of us all but knows what a fool is.

TIM
Why, what's a fool, mother? I come to you now.

MAUDLIN
Why, one that's married before he has wit.

TIM
'Tis pretty, i'faith, and well guessed of a woman never brought up at the university: but bring forth what fool you will, mother, I'll prove him to be as reasonable a creature, as myself or my tutor here.

MAUDLIN
Fie, 'tis impossible.

TUTOR
Nay, he shall do't, forsooth.

TIM
'Tis the easiest thing to prove a fool by logic,
By logic I'll prove anything.

MAUDLIN
What thou wilt not?

TIM
I'll prove a whore to be an honest woman.

MAUDLIN
Nay, by my faith, she must prove that herself,
Or logic will never do't.

TIM
'Twill do't, I tell you.

MAUDLIN
Some in this street would give a thousand pounds
That you could prove their wives so.

TIM
Faith, I can,
And all their daughters, too, though they had three bastards.
When comes your tailor hither?

MAUDLIN
Why, what of him?

TIM
By logic I'll prove him to be a man,
Let him come when he will.

MAUDLIN
How hard at first was learning to him? Truly, sir, I thought he would never a took the Latin tongue. How many accidences do you think he wore out ere he came to his grammar?

TUTOR
Some three or four.

MAUDLIN
Believe me, sir, some four and thirty.

TIM
Pish, I made haberdins of 'em in church porches.

MAUDLIN
He was eight years in his grammar, and stuck horribly at a foolish place there called as in presenti.

TIM
Pox, I have it here now.

MAUDLIN
He so shamed me once before an honest gentleman that knew me when I was a maid.

TIM
These women must have all out.

MAUDLIN
Quid est grammatica? says the gentleman to him--I shall remember by a sweet, sweet token--but nothing could he answer.

TUTOR
How now, pupil, ha, quid est grammatica?

TIM
Grammatica? Ha, ha, ha.

MAUDLIN
Nay, do not laugh, son, but let me hear you say it now: there was one word went so prettily off the gentleman's tongue, I shall remember it the longest day of my life.

TUTOR
Come, quid est grammatica?

TIM
Are you not ashamed, tutor? Grammatica? Why, recte scribendi atque loquendi ars, sir-reverence of my mother.

MAUDLIN
That was it, i'faith: why now, son, I see you are a deep scholar; and master tutor, a word, I pray, let us withdraw a little into my husband's chamber. I'll send in the North Wales gentlewoman to him, she looks for wooing: I'll put together both, and lock the door.

TUTOR
I give great approbation to your conclusion.

Exit [with Maudlin].

TIM
I mar'l what this gentlewoman should be
That I should have in marriage, she's a stranger to me:
I wonder what my parents mean, i'faith,
To match me with a stranger so:
A maid that's neither kiff nor kin to me:
Life, do they think I have no more care of my body,
Than to lie with one that I ne'er knew,
A mere stranger,
One that ne'er went to school with me neither,
Nor ever playfellows together;
They're mightily o'erseen in't methinks;
They say she has mountains to her marriage,
She's full of cattle, some two thousand runts;
Now what the meaning of these runts should be,
My tutor cannot tell me;
I have looked in Rider's dictionary for the letter R,
And there I can hear no tidings of these runts neither;
Unless they should be Rumford hogs,
I know them not,

Enter Welsh Gentlewoman.

And here she comes.
If I know what to say to her now
In the way of marriage, I'm no graduate;
Methinks, i'faith, 'tis boldly done of her
To come into my chamber being but a stranger;
She shall not say I'm so proud yet, but I'll speak to her:
Marry, as I will order it,
She shall take no hold of my words I'll warrant her;
She looks and makes a curtsey--
[To her] Salve tu quoque puella pulcherrima,
Quid vis nescio nec sane curo--

Tully's own phrase to a heart.

WELSH GENTLEWOMAN
[Aside] I know not what he means; a suitor, quotha?
I hold my life he understands no English.

TIM
Ferter me hercule tu virgo,
Wallia ut opibus abundis maximis.

WELSH GENTLEWOMAN
[Aside] What's this ferter and abundundis?
He mocks me sure, and calls me a bundle of farts.

TIM
[Aside] I have no Latin word now for their runts; I'll make some shift or other.--Iterum, dico opibus abundat maximis montibus et fontibus et, ut ita dicam, rontibus; attamen, vero, homanculus ego sum natura, simule arte bachalarius, lecto profecto non parata.

WELSH GENTLEWOMAN
[Aside] This is most strange; may be he can speak Welsh--
Avedera whee comrage? Derdue cog foginis?

TIM
[Aside] Cog foggin? I scorn to cog with her, I'll tell her so, too, in a word near her own language.--Ego non cogo.

WELSH GENTLEWOMAN
Rhegosin a whiggin harle ron corid ambre.

TIM
[Aside] By my faith, she's a good scholar, I see that already;
She has the tongues plain, I hold my life she has travelled;
What will folks say? There goes the learned couple;
Faith, if the truth were known, she hath proceeded.

Enter Maudlin.

MAUDLIN
How now, how speeds your business?

TIM
I'm glad my mother's come to part us.

MAUDLIN
How do you agree, forsooth?

WELSH GENTLEWOMAN
As well as e'er we did before we met.

MAUDLIN
How's that?

WELSH GENTLEWOMAN
You put me to a man I understand not;
Your son's no English man methinks.

MAUDLIN
No English man, bless my boy,
And born i' the heart of London?

WELSH GENTLEWOMAN
I ha' been long enough in the chamber with him,
And I find neither Welsh nor English in him.

MAUDLIN
Why, Tim, how have you used the gentlewoman?

TIM
As well as a man might do, mother, in modest Latin.

MAUDLIN
Latin, fool?

TIM
And she recoiled in Hebrew.

MAUDLIN
In Hebrew, fool? 'Tis Welsh.

TIM
All comes to one, mother.

MAUDLIN
She can speak English, too.

TIM
Who told me so much?
Heart, and she can speak English, I'll clap to her,
I thought you'd marry me to a stranger.

MAUDLIN
You must forgive him, he's so inured to Latin,
He and his tutor, that he hath quite forgot
To use the Protestant tongue.

WELSH GENTLEWOMAN
'Tis quickly pardoned, forsooth.

MAUDLIN
Tim, make amends and kiss her,
He makes towards you, forsooth.

[He kisses her.]

TIM
O, delicious, one may discover her country by her kissing. 'Tis a true saying, there's nothing tastes so sweet as your Welsh mutton: it was reported you could sing.

MAUDLIN
O, rarely, Tim, the sweetest British songs.

TIM
And 'tis my mind, I swear, before I marry
I would see all my wife's good parts at once,
To view how rich I were.

MAUDLIN
Thou shalt hear sweet music, Tim. Pray, forsooth.

Music and Welsh song.

[WELSH GENTLEWOMAN]
Cupid is Venus' only joy,
But he is a wanton boy,
A very, very wanton boy,
He shoots at ladies' naked breasts,
He is the cause of most men's crests,
I mean upon the forehead,
Invisible but horrid;
'Twas he first taught upon the way
To keep a lady's lips in play.
Why should not Venus chide her son,
For the pranks that he hath done,
The wanton pranks that he hath done?
He shoots his fiery darts so thick,
They hurt poor ladies to the quick,
Ah me, with cruel wounding;
His darts are so confounding,
That life and sense would soon decay,
But that he keeps their lips in play.
Can there be any part of bliss,
In a quickly fleeting kiss,
A quickly fleeting kiss?
To one's pleasure, leisures are but waste,
The slowest kiss makes too much haste,
And lose it ere we find it,
The pleasing sport they only know,
That close above and close below.
TIM
I would not change my wife for a kingdom;
I can do somewhat, too, in my own lodging.

Enter Yellowhammer and Allwit [in disguise].

YELLOWHAMMER
Why, well said, Tim, the bells go merrily,
I love such peals, a' life; wife, lead them in a while,
Here's a strange gentleman desires private conference.

[Exeunt Maudlin, Tim and Welsh Gentlewoman.]

You're welcome, sir, the more for your name's sake.
Good Master Yellowhammer, I love my name well,
And which o' the Yellowhammers take you descent from,
If I may be so bold with you, which, I pray?

ALLWIT
The Yellowhammers in Oxfordshire, near Abbington.

YELLOWHAMMER
And those are the best Yellowhammers, and truest bred: I came from thence myself, though now a citizen. I'll be bold with you: you are most welcome.

ALLWIT
I hope the zeal I bring with me shall deserve it.

YELLOWHAMMER
I hope no less; what is your will, sir?

ALLWIT
I understand by rumours, you have a daughter,
Which my bold love shall henceforth title "cousin."

YELLOWHAMMER
I thank you for her, sir.

ALLWIT
I heard of her virtues,
And other confirmed graces.

YELLOWHAMMER
A plaguy girl, sir.

ALLWIT
Fame sets her out with richer ornaments
Than you are pleased to boast of; 'tis done modestly;
I hear she's towards marriage.

YELLOWHAMMER
You hear truth, sir.

ALLWIT
And with a knight in town, Sir Walter Whorehound.

YELLOWHAMMER
The very same, sir.

ALLWIT
I am the sorrier for't.

YELLOWHAMMER
The sorrier? Why, cousin?

ALLWIT
'Tis not too far past, is't? It may be yet recalled?

YELLOWHAMMER
Recalled? Why, good sir?

ALLWIT
Resolve me in that point, ye shall hear from me.

YELLOWHAMMER
There's no contract passed.

ALLWIT
I am very joyful, sir.

YELLOWHAMMER
But he's the man must bed her.

ALLWIT
By no means, coz, she's quite undone then,
And you'll curse the time that e'er you made the match;
He's an arrant whoremaster, consumes his time and state--
Whom in my knowledge he hath kept this seven years,
Nay, coz, another man's wife, too.

YELLOWHAMMER
O, abominable!

ALLWIT
Maintains the whole house, apparels the husband,
Pays servants' wages, not so much, but--

YELLOWHAMMER
Worse and worse, and doth the husband know this?

ALLWIT
Knows? Ay, and glad he may too, 'tis his living;
As other trades thrive, butchers by selling flesh,
Poulters by venting conies, or the like, coz.

YELLOWHAMMER
What an incomparable wittol's this?

ALLWIT
Tush, what cares he for that, believe me, coz,
No more than I do.

YELLOWHAMMER
What a base slave is that?

ALLWIT
All's one to him; he feeds and takes his ease,
Was ne'er the man that ever broke his sleep
To get a child yet by his own confession,
And yet his wife has seven.

YELLOWHAMMER
What, by Sir Walter?

ALLWIT
Sir Walter's like to keep 'em, and maintain 'em,
In excellent fashion, he dares do no less, sir.

YELLOWHAMMER
Life, has he children too?

ALLWIT
Children? Boys thus high,
In their Cato and Cordelius.

YELLOWHAMMER
What, you jest, sir!

ALLWIT
Why, one can make a verse,
And is now at Eton College.

YELLOWHAMMER
O, this news has cut into my heart, coz.

ALLWIT
It had eaten nearer if it had not been prevented.
One Allwit's wife.

YELLOWHAMMER
Allwit? Foot, I have heard of him,
He had a girl kursened lately?

ALLWIT
Ay, that work did cost the knight above a hundred mark.

YELLOWHAMMER
I'll mark him for a knave and villain for't,
A thousand thanks and blessings, I have done with him.

ALLWIT
[Aside] Ha, ha, ha, this knight will stick by my ribs still,
I shall not lose him yet, no wife will come,
Where'er he woos, I find him still at home, ha, ha!

Exit.

YELLOWHAMMER
Well, grant all this, say now his deeds are black,
Pray, what serves marriage, but to call him back;
I have kept a whore myself, and had a bastard,
By Mistress Anne, in Anno [ ].
I care not who knows it; he's now a jolly fellow,
H'as been twice warden, so may his fruit be,
They were but base begot, and so was he;
The knight is rich, he shall be my son-in-law,
No matter so the whore he keeps be wholesome,
My daughter takes no hurt then, so let them wed,
I'll have him sweat well e'er they go to bed.

Enter Maudlin.

MAUDLIN
O husband, husband.

YELLOWHAMMER
How now, Maudlin?

MAUDLIN
We are all undone, she's gone, she's gone.

YELLOWHAMMER
Again? Death, which way?

MAUDLIN
Over the houses:
Lay the waterside, she's gone forever else.

YELLOWHAMMER
O venturous baggage!

Exit [with Maudlin]. Enter Tim and Tutor.

TIM
Thieves, thieves, my sister's stolen, some thief hath got her:
O, how miraculously did my father's plate 'scape,
'Twas all left out, tutor.

TUTOR
Is't possible?

TIM
Besides three chains of pearl and a box of coral.
My sister's gone, let's look at Trig stairs for her;
My mother's gone to lay the Common stairs
At Puddle wharf, and at the dock below
Stands my poor silly father. Run, sweet tutor, run.

Exit [with Tutor].

[IV.ii. A bank of the Thames.]

Enter both the Touchwoods.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
I had been taken, brother, by eight sergeants,
But for the honest watermen; I am bound to them,
They are the most requiteful'st people living,
For as they get their means by gentlemen,
They are still the forwardest to help gentlemen.
You heard how one 'scaped out of the Blackfriars
But a while since from two or three varlets
Came into the house with all their rapiers drawn,
As if they'd dance the sword dance on the stage,
With candles in their hands like chandlers' ghosts,
Whilst the poor gentleman so pursued and banded
Was by an honest pair of oars safely landed.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
I love them with my heart for't.

Enter three or four Watermen.

FIRST WATERMAN
Your first man, sir.

SECOND WATERMAN
Shall I carry you gentlemen with a pair of oars?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
These be the honest fellows; take one pair,
And leave the rest for her.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Barn Elms.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
No more, brother.

[Exit.]

FIRST WATERMAN
Your first man.

SECOND WATERMAN
Shall I carry your worship?

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Go, and you honest watermen that stay,
Here's a French crown for you;
There comes a maid with all speed to take water,
Row her lustily to Barn Elms after me.

SECOND WATERMAN
To Barn Elms, good sir. Make ready the boat, Sam.
We'll wait below.

Exit [with First Waterman]. Enter Moll.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
What made you stay so long?

MOLL
I found the way more dangerous than I looked for.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Away quick, there's a boat waits for you,
And I'll take water at Paul's wharf, and overtake you.

MOLL
Good sir, do, we cannot be too safe.

[Exeunt.] Enter Sir Walter, Yellowhammer, Tim and Tutor.

SIR WALTER
Life, call you this close keeping?

YELLOWHAMMER
She was kept
Under a double lock.

SIR WALTER
A double devil.

TIM
That's a buff sergeant, tutor, he'll ne'er wear out.

YELLOWHAMMER
How would you have women locked?

TIM
With padlocks, father, the Venetian uses it,
My tutor reads it.

SIR WALTER
Heart, if she were so locked up, how got she out?

YELLOWHAMMER
There was a little hole looked into the gutter,
But who would have dreamt of that?

SIR WALTER
A wiser man would.

TIM
He says true, father, a wise man for love will seek every hole: my tutor knows it.

TUTOR
Verum poeta dicit.

TIM
Dicit Virgilius, father.

YELLOWHAMMER
Prithee, talk of thy gills somewhere else, she's played the gill with me: where's your wise mother now?

TIM
Run mad I think, I thought she would have drowned herself; she would not stay for oars, but took a smelt boat: sure I think she be gone a-fishing for her.

YELLOWHAMMER
She'll catch a goodly dish of gudgeons now,
Will serve us all to supper.

Enter Maudlin drawing Moll by the hair, and Watermen.

MAUDLIN
I'll tug thee home by the hair.

WATERMEN
Good mistress, spare her.

MAUDLIN
Tend your own business.

WATERMEN
You are a cruel mother.

[Exeunt Watermen.]

MOLL
O, my heart dies!

MAUDLIN
I'll make thee an example
For all the neighbours' daughters.

MOLL
Farewell, life.

MAUDLIN
You that have tricks can counterfeit.

YELLOWHAMMER
Hold, hold, Maudlin.

MAUDLIN
I have brought your jewel by the hair.

YELLOWHAMMER
She's here, knight.

SIR WALTER
[To Yellowhammer and Maudlin] Forbear or I'll grow worse.

TIM
Look on her, tutor, she hath brought her from the water like a mermaid; she's but half my sister now, as far as the flesh goes, the rest may be sold to fishwives.

MAUDLIN
Dissembling, cunning baggage!

YELLOWHAMMER
Impudent strumpet!

SIR WALTER
Either give over both, or I'll give over:
Why have you used me thus, unkind mistress?
Wherein have I deserved?

YELLOWHAMMER
You talk too fondly, sir,
We'll take another course and prevent all;
We might have done't Iong since; we'll lose no time now,
Nor trust to't any longer: tomorrow morn as early
As sunrise we'll have you joined.

MOLL
O, bring me death tonight, love-pitying Fates,
Let me not see tomorrow up upon the world.

YELLOWHAMMER
Are you content, sir, till then she shall be watched?

MAUDLIN
Baggage, you shall.

Exit [with Moll and Yellowhammer].

TIM
Why, father, my tutor and I will both watch in armour.

TUTOR
How shall we do for weapons?

TIM
Take you no care for that, if need be I can send for conquering metal, tutor, ne'er lost day yet; 'tis but at Westminster. I am acquainted with him that keeps the monuments; I can borrow Harry the Fifth's sword, 't will serve us both to watch with.

Exit [with Tutor].

SIR WALTER
I never was so near my wish, as this chance
Makes me; ere tomorrow noon,
I shall receive two thousand pound in gold,
And a sweet maidenhead
Worth forty.

Enter Touchwood Junior with a Waterman.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
O, thy news splits me.

[FIRST] WATERMAN
Half drowned, she cruelly tugged her by the hair,
Forced her disgracefully, not like a mother.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Enough, leave me like my joys.

Exit Waterman.

Sir, saw you not a wretched maid pass this way?
Heart, villain, is it thou?

SIR WALTER
Yes, slave, 'tis I.

Both draw and fight.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
I must break through thee then, there is no stop
That checks my tongue and all my hopeful fortunes,
That breast excepted, and I must have way.

SIR WALTER
Sir, I believe 'twill hold your life in play.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Sir, you'll gain the heart in my breast at first?

SIR WALTER
There is no dealing then, think on the dowry
For two thousand pounds.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
O, now 'tis quit, sir.

[Wounds Sir Walter.]

SIR WALTER
And being of even hand, I'll play no longer.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
No longer, slave?

SIR WALTER
I have certain things to think on,
Before I dare go further.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
But one bout?
I'll follow thee to death, but ha't out.

[Exeunt.]

V.[i. Allwit's house.]

Enter Allwit, his Wife, and Davy Dahumma.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
A misery of a house.

ALLWIT
What shall become of us?

DAVY
I think his wound be mortal.

ALLWIT
Think'st thou so, Davy?
Then am I mortal too, but a dead man, Davy;
This is no world for me, whene'er he goes,
I must e'en truss up all, and after him, Davy,
A sheet with two knots, and away.

Enter Sir Walter led in hurt.

DAVY
O see, sir,
How faint he goes, two of my fellows lead him.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
O me!

ALLWIT
Heyday, my wife's laid down, too, here's like to be
A good house kept, when we are altogether down;
Take pains with her, good Davy, cheer her up there,
Let me come to his worship, let me come.

SIR WALTER
Touch me not, villain, my wound aches at thee,
Thou poison to my heart.

ALLWIT
He raves already,
His senses are quite gone, he knows me not;
Look up, an't like your worship, heave those eyes,
Call me to mind, is your remembrance lost?
Look in my face, who am I, an't like your worship?

SIR WALTER
If any thing be worse than slave or villain,
Thou art the man.

ALLWIT
Alas his poor worship's weakness,
He will begin to know me by little and little.

SIR WALTER
No devil can be like thee.

ALLWIT
Ah, poor gentleman,
Methinks the pain that thou endurest.

SIR WALTER
Thou know'st me to be wicked, for thy baseness
Kept the eyes open still on all my sins,
None knew the dear account my soul stood charged with
So well as thou, yet like Hell's flattering angel
Would'st thou never tell me on't, let'st me go on,
And join with death in sleep, that if I had not waked
Now by chance, even by a stranger's pity,
I had everlastingly slept out all hope
Of grace and mercy.

ALLWIT
Now he is worse and worse,
Wife, to him wife, thou wast wont to do good on him.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
How is't with you, sir?

SIR WALTER
Not as with you,
Thou loathsome strumpet: some good pitying man
Remove my sins out of my sight a little;
I tremble to behold her, she keeps back
All comfort while she stays; is this a time,
Unconscionable woman, to see thee?
Art thou so cruel to the peace of man,
Not to give liberty now? The devil himself
Shows a far fairer reverence and respect
To goodness than thyself; he dares not do this,
But part in time of penitence, hides his face;
When man withdraws from him, he leaves the place;
Hast thou less manners, and more impudence,
Than thy instructor? Prithee show thy modesty,
If the least grain be left, and get thee from me.
Thou should'st be rather locked many rooms hence,
From the poor miserable sight of me,
If either love or grace had part in thee.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
He is lost for ever.

ALLWIT
Run, sweet Davy, quickly,
And fetch the children hither--sight of them
Will make him cheerful straight.

SIR WALTER
O death! Is this
A place for you to weep? What tears are those?
Get you away with them, I shall fare the worse
As long as they are a-weeping; they work against me;
There's nothing but thy appetite in that sorrow,
Thou weep'st for lust, I feel it in the slackness
Of comforts coming towards me;
I was well till thou began'st to undo me;
This shows like the fruitless sorrow of a careless mother
That brings her son with dalliance to the gallows,
And then stands by, and weeps to see him suffer.

Enter Davy with the Children.

DAVY
There are the children, sir, an't like your worship,
Your last fine girl, in troth, she smiles,
Look, look, in faith, sir.

SIR WALTER
O my vengeance,
Let me forever hide my cursed face
From sight of those that darken all my hopes,
And stand between me and the sight of Heaven;
Who sees me now, [he] too, and those so near me,
May rightly say, I am o'ergrown with sin;
O how my offences wrestle with my repentance,
It hath scarce breath--
Still my adulterous guilt hovers aloft,
And with her black wings beats down all my prayers
Ere they be half way up; what's he knows now
How long I have to live? O, what comes then?
My taste grows bitter, the round world all gall now,
Her pleasing pleasures now hath poisoned me,
Which I exchanged my soul for;
Make way a hundred sighs at once for me.

ALLWIT
Speak to him, Nick.

NICK
I dare not, I am afraid.

ALLWIT
Tell him he hurts his wounds, Wat, with making moan.

SIR WALTER
Wretched, death of seven!

ALLWIT
Come, let's be talking somewhat to keep him alive.
Ah, sirrah Wat, and did my lord bestow that jewel on thee,
For an epistle thou mad'st in Latin?
Thou art a good forward boy, there's great joy on thee.

SIR WALTER
O sorrow!

ALLWIT
Heart, will nothing comfort him?
If he be so far gone, 'tis time to moan;
Here's pen, and ink, and paper, and all things ready,
Will't please your worship for to make your will?

SIR WALTER
My will? Yes, yes, what else? Who writes apace now?

ALLWIT
That can your man Davy, an't like your worship,
A fair, fast, legible hand.

SIR WALTER
Set it down then:
Imprimis, I bequeath to yonder wittol,
Three times his weight in curses--

ALLWIT
How?

SIR WALTER
All plagues of body and of mind--

ALLWIT
Write them not down, Davy.

DAVY
It is his will, I must.

SIR WALTER
Together also,
With such a sickness, ten days ere his death.

ALLWIT
There's a sweet legacy,
I am almost choked with't.

SIR WALTER
Next I bequeath to that foul whore, his wife,
All barrenness of joy, a drouth of virtue,
And dearth of all repentance: for her end,
The common misery of an English strumpet,
In French and Dutch, beholding ere she dies
Confusion of her brats before her eyes,
And never shed a tear for it.

Enter a Servant.

[FIRST] SERVANT
Where's the knight?
O sir, the gentleman you wounded is newly departed.

SIR WALTER
Dead? Lift, lift, who helps me?

ALLWIT
Let the law lift you now, that must have all,
I have done lifting on you, and my wife, too.

[FIRST] SERVANT
You were best lock yourself close.

ALLWIT
Not in my house, sir,
I'll harbour no such persons as men-slayers,
Lock yourself where you will.

SIR WALTER
What's this?

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
Why, husband!

ALLWIT
I know what I do, wife.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
You cannot tell yet;
For having killed the man in his defence,
Neither his life, nor estate will be touched, husband.

ALLWIT
Away, wife, hear a fool, his lands will hang him.

SIR WALTER
Am I denied a chamber? What say you, forsooth?

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
Alas, sir, I am one that would have all well,
But must obey my husband. Prithee, love,
Let the poor gentleman stay, being so sore wounded,
There's a close chamber at one end of the garret
We never use, let him have that, I prithee.

ALLWIT
We never use? You forget sickness then,
And physic times: is't not a place for easement?

Enter a Servant.

SIR WALTER
O death! Do I hear this with part
Of former life in me? What's the news now?

[SECOND] SERVANT
Troth, worse and worse, you're like to lose your land
If the law save your life, sir, or the surgeon.

ALLWIT
Hark you there, wife.

SIR WALTER
Why, how, sir?

[SECOND] SERVANT
Sir Oliver Kix's wife is new quickened;
That child undoes you, sir.

SIR WALTER
All ill at once.

ALLWIT
I wonder what he makes here with his consorts?
Cannot our house be private to ourselves,
But we must have such guests? I pray depart, sirs,
And take your murderer along with you--
Good he were apprehended ere he go,
He's killed some honest gentleman; send for officers.

SIR WALTER
I'll soon save you that labour.

ALLWIT
I must tell you, sir,
You have been somewhat bolder in my house
Than I could well like of; I suffered you
Till it stuck here at my heart; I tell you truly
I thought you had been familiar with my wife once.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
With me? I'll see him hanged first; I defy him,
And all such gentlemen in the like extremity.

SIR WALTER
If ever eyes were open, these are they;
Gamesters, farewell, I have nothing left to play.

Exit.

ALLWIT
And therefore get you gone, sir.

DAVY
Of all wittols,
Be thou the head. Thou, the grand whore of spitals.

Exit [with Servants].

ALLWIT
So, since he's like now to be rid of all,
I am right glad I am so well rid of him.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
I knew he durst not stay, when you named officers.

ALLWIT
That stopped his spirits straight;
What shall we do now, wife?

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
As we were wont to do.

ALLWIT
We are richly furnished wife, with household stuff.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
Let's let out lodgings then,
And take a house in the Strand.

ALLWIT
In troth, a match, wench:
We are simply stocked with cloth of tissue cushions,
To furnish out bay windows: push, what not that's quaint
And costly, from the top to the bottom.
Life, for furniture, we may lodge a countess:
There's a closestool of tawny velvet, too,
Now I think on't, wife.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
There's that should be, sir;
Your nose must be in everything.

ALLWIT
I have done, wench;
And let this stand in every gallant's chamber:
There no gamester like a politic sinner,
For whoe'er games, the box is sure a winner.

Exit [with Mistress Allwit].

[V.ii. Yellowhammer's house.]

Enter Yellowhammer and his Wife.

MAUDLIN
O husband, husband, she will die, she will die,
There is no sign but death.

YELLOWHAMMER
'Twill be our shame then.

MAUDLIN
O, how she's changed in compass of an hour.

YELLOWHAMMER
Ah, my poor girl! Good faith, thou wert too cruel
To drag her by the hair.

MAUDLIN
You would have done
As much, sir, to curb her of her humour.

YELLOWHAMMER
'Tis curbed sweetly, she catched her bane o' th' water.

Enter Tim.

MAUDLIN
How now, Tim?

TIM
Faith, busy, mother, about an epitaph
Upon my sister's death.

MAUDLIN
Death! She is not dead, I hope?

TIM
No: but she means to be, and that's as good,
And when a thing's done, 'tis done,
You taught me that, mother.

YELLOWHAMMER
What is your tutor doing?

TIM
Making one too, in principal pure Latin,
Culled out of Ovid de Tristibus.

YELLOWHAMMER
How does your sister look, is she not changed?

TIM
Changed? Gold into white money was never so changed,
As is my sister's colour into paleness.

Enter Moll.

YELLOWHAMMER
O, here she's brought, see how she looks like death.

TIM
Looks she like death, and ne'er a word made yet?
I must go beat my brains against a bed post,
And get before my tutor.

[Exit.]

YELLOWHAMMER
Speak, how dost thou?

MOLL
I hope I shall be well, for I am as sick
At heart as I can be.

YELLOWHAMMER
'Las my poor girl,
The doctor's making a most sovereign drink for thee,
The worst [ingredients], dissolved pearl and amber;
We spare no cost, girl.

MOLL
Your love comes too late,
Yet timely thanks reward it. What is comfort,
When the poor patient's heart is past relief?
It is no doctor's art can cure my grief.

YELLOWHAMMER
All is cast away then;
Prithee, look upon me cheerfully.

MAUDLIN
Sing but a strain or two, thou wilt not think
How 'twill revive thy spirits: strive with thy fit,
Prithee, sweet Moll.

MOLL
You shall have my good will, Mother.

MAUDLIN
Why, well said, wench.

[MOLL]
[Sings] Weep eyes, break heart,
My love and I must part;
Cruel fates true love do soonest sever,
O, I shall see thee, never, never, never.
O, happy is the maid whose life takes end,
Ere it knows parent's frown, or loss of friend.
Weep eyes, break heart,
My love and I must part.

Enter Touchwood Senior with a letter.

MAUDLIN
O, I could die with music: well sung, girl.

MOLL
If you call it so, it was.

YELLOWHAMMER
She plays the swan,
And sings herself to death.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
By your leave, sir.

YELLOWHAMMER
What are you, sir? Or what's your business, pray?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
I may be admitted, though the brother
Of him your hate pursued, it spreads no further;
Your malice sets in death, does it not, sir?

YELLOWHAMMER
In death?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
He's dead: 'twas a dear love to him,
It cost him but his life, that was all, sir:
He paid enough, poor gentleman, for his love.

YELLOWHAMMER
[Aside] There's all our ill removed, if she were well now.--
Impute not, sir, his end to any hate
That sprung from us; he had a fair wound brought that.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
That helped him forward, I must needs confess:
But the restraint of love, and your unkindness,
Those were the wounds that from his heart drew blood;
But being past help, let words forget it, too:
Scarcely three minutes ere his eyelids closed
And too eternal leave of this world's light,
He wrote this letter, which by oath he bound me,
To give to her own hands; that's all my business.

YELLOWHAMMER
You may perform it then, there she sits.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
O, with a following look.

YELLOWHAMMER
Ay, trust me, sir,
I think she'll follow him quickly.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Here's some gold
He willed me to distribute faithfully
Amongst your servants.

YELLOWHAMMER
'Las, what doth he mean, sir?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
How cheer you, mistress?

MOLL
I must learn of you, sir.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Here's a letter from a friend of yours,
And where that fails, in satisfaction
I have a sad tongue ready to supply.

MOLL
How does he, ere I look on't?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Seldom better,
H'as a contented health now.

MOLL
I am most glad on't.

MAUDLIN
Dead, sir?

YELLOWHAMMER
He is. Now, wife, let's but get the girl
Upon her legs again, and to church
Roundly with her.

MOLL
O, sick to death he tells me:
How does he after this?

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Faith, feels no pain
At all, he's dead, sweet mistress.

MOLL
Peace close mine eyes. [Swoons.]

YELLOWHAMMER
The girl, look to the girl, wife.

MAUDLIN
Moll, daughter,
Sweet girl, speak, look but once up, thou shalt have
All the wishes of thy heart that wealth can purchase.

YELLOWHAMMER
O, she's gone forever, that letter broke her heart.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
As good now, then, as let her lie in torment,
And then break it.

Enter Susan.

MAUDLIN
O Susan, she thou lovedst so dear is gone.

SUSAN
O sweet maid!

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
This is she that helped her still,
I've a reward here for thee.

YELLOWHAMMER
Take her in,
Remove her from our sight, our shame, and sorrow.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Stay, let me help thee, 'tis the last cold kindness
I can perform for my sweet brother's sake.

[Exeunt Touchwood Senior and Susan, carrying Moll].

YELLOWHAMMER
All the whole street will hate us, and the world
Point me out cruel: it is our best course, wife,
After we have given order for the funeral,
To absent ourselves, till she be laid in ground.

MAUDLIN
Where shall we spend that time?

YELLOWHAMMER
I'll tell thee where, wench,
Go to some private church, and marry Tim
To the rich Brecknock gentlewoman.

MAUDLIN
Mass, a match,
We'll not lose all at once, somewhat we'll catch.

Exit [with Yellowhammer].

[V.iii. Sir Oliver's house.]

Enter Sir Oliver and Servants.

SIR OLIVER
Ho, my wife's quickened, I am a man forever,
I think I have bestirred my stumps, i'faith:
Run, get your fellows all together instantly,
Then to the parish church, and ring the bells.

FIRST SERVANT
It shall be done, sir.

[Exit.]

SIR OLIVER
Upon my love I charge you, villain, that you make a bonfire before the door at night.

SECOND SERVANT
A bonfire, sir?

SIR OLIVER
A thwacking one, I charge you.

SECOND SERVANT
[Aside] This is monstrous.

[Exit.]

SIR OLIVER
Run, tell a hundred pound out for the gentleman
That gave my wife the drink, the first thing you do.

THIRD SERVANT
A hundred pounds, sir?

SIR OLIVER
A bargain, as our [joy] grows,
We must remember still from whence it flows,
Or else we prove ungrateful multipliers:
The child is coming, and the land comes after;
The news of this will make a poor Sir Walter.
I have struck it home, i'faith.

THIRD SERVANT
That you have, marry, sir.
But will not your worship go to the funeral
Of both these lovers?

SIR OLIVER
Both, go both together?

THIRD SERVANT
Ay, sir, the gentleman's brother will have it so,
'Twill be the pitifullest sight; there's such running,
Such rumours, and such throngs, a pair of lovers
Had never more spectators, more men's pities,
Or women's wet eyes.

SIR OLIVER
My wife helps the number then?

THIRD SERVANT
There's such a drawing out of handkerchers,
And those that have no handkerchers, lift up aprons.

SIR OLIVER
Her parents may have joyful hearts at this,
I would not have my cruelty so talked on,
To any child of mine, for a monopoly.

THIRD SERVANT
I believe you, sir.
'Tis cast so, too, that both their coffins meet,
Which will be lamentable.

SIR OLIVER
Come, we'll see't.

[Exeunt.]

[V.iv. A church.]

Recorders dolefully playing. Enter at one door the coffin of the gentleman [Touchwood Junior], solemnly decked, his sword upon it, attended by many in black [including Sir Oliver, Allwit, and a Parson], his brother [Touchwood Senior] being the chief mourner. At the other door, the coffin of the virgin [Moll], with a garland of flowers, with epitaphs pinned on it, attended by maids and women [including Lady Kix, Mistress Allwit, and Susan]. Then set them down one right over against the other, while all the company seem to weep and mourn; there is a sad song in the music room.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Never could death boast of a richer prize
From the first parent, let the world bring forth
A pair of truer hearts; to speak but truth
Of this departed gentleman, in a brother,
Might by hard censure be called flattery,
Which makes me rather silent in his right
Than so to be delivered to the thoughts
Of any envious hearer starved in virtue,
And therefore pining to hear others thrive.
But for this maid, whom envy cannot hurt
With all her poisons, having left to ages
The true, chaste monuments of her living name,
Which no time can deface, I say of her
The full truth freely, without fear of censure;
What nature could there shine, that might redeem
Perfection home to woman
, but in her
Was fully glorious; beauty set in goodness
Speaks what she was, that jewel so infixed;
There was no want of anything of life,
To make these virtuous precedents man and wife.

ALLWIT
Great pity of their deaths.

ALL
Ne'er more pity.

[LADY KIX]
It makes a hundred weeping eyes, sweet gossip.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
I cannot think, there's anyone amongst you,
In this full fair assembly, maid, man, or wife,
Whose heart would not have sprung with joy and gladness
To have seen their marriage day?

ALL
It would have made a thousand joyful hearts.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Up then apace, and take your fortunes,
Make these joyful hearts, here's none but friends.

[Moll and Touchwood Junior rise from their coffins.]

ALL
Alive, sir? O sweet, dear couple.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Nay, do not hinder 'em now, stand from about 'em,
If she be caught again, and have this time,
I'll ne'er plot further for 'em, nor this honest chambermaid
That helped all at a push.

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
Good sir, apace.

PARSON
Hands join now, but hearts for ever,
Which no parent's mood shall sever.
You shall forsake all widows, wives, and maids:
You, lords, knights, gentlemen, and men of trades:
And if in haste, any article misses,
Go interline it with a brace of kisses.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Here's a thing trolled nimbly. Give you joy, brother,
Were't not better thou should'st have her,
Than the maid should die?

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
To you, sweet mistress bride.

ALL
Joy, joy to you both.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Here be your wedding sheets you brought along with you, you may both go to bed, when you please [to].

TOUCHWOOD JUNIOR
My joy wants utterance.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Utter all at night then, brother.

MOLL
I am silent with delight.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Sister, delight will silence any woman,
But you'll find your tongue again among maidservants,
Now you keep house, sister.

ALL
Never was hour so filled with joy and wonder.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
To tell you the full story of this chambermaid,
And of her kindness in this business to us,
'Twould ask an hour's discourse. In brief, 'twas she
That wrought it to this purpose cunningly.

ALL
We shall all love her for't.

Enter Yellowhammer and his Wife.

ALLWIT
See who comes here now.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
A storm, a storm, but we are sheltered for it.

YELLOWHAMMER
I will prevent you all, and mock you thus,
You, and your expectations; I stand happy,
Both in your lives, and your hearts' combination.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Here's a strange day again.

YELLOWHAMMER
The knight's proved villain,
All's come out now, his niece an arrant baggage;
My poor boy Tim is cast away this morning,
Even before breakfast: married a whore
Next to his heart.

ALL
A whore?

YELLOWHAMMER
His niece, forsooth.

ALLWIT
I think we rid our hands in good time of him.

[MISTRESS ALLWIT]
I knew he was past the best, when I gave him over.
What is become of him, pray, sir?

YELLOWHAMMER
Who, the knight?
He lies i' th' knight's ward now. [To Lady Kix] Your belly, lady,
Begins to blossom, there's no peace for him,
His creditors are so greedy.

SIR OLIVER
Mr. Touchwood, hear'st thou this news?
I am so endeared to thee for my wife's fruitfulness,
That I charge you both, your wife and thee,
To live no more asunder for the world's frowns;
I have purse, and bed, and board for you:
Be not afraid to go to your business roundly,
Get children, and I'll keep them.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Say you so, sir?

SIR OLIVER
Prove me, with three at a birth, and thou dar'st now.

TOUCHWOOD SENIOR
Take heed how you dare a man, while you live, sir,
That has good skill at his weapon.

Enter Tim[, Tutor,] and Welsh Gentlewoman.

SIR OLIVER
Foot, I dare you, sir.

YELLOWHAMMIER
Look, gentlemen, if ever you say the picture
Of the unfortunate marriage, yonder 'tis.

WELSH GENTLEWOMAN
Nay, good sweet, Tim.

TIM
Come from the university,
To marry a whore in London, with my tutor, too?
O tempora! O mors!

TUTOR
Prithee, Tim, be patient.

TIM
I bought a jade at Cambridge,
I'll let her out to execution, tutor,
For eighteen pence a day, or Brainford horse races;
She'll serve to carry seven miles out of town well.
Where be these mountains? I was promised mountains,
But there's such a mist, I can see none of 'em.
What are become of those two thousand runts?
Let's have about with them in the meantime.
A vengeance runt thee.

MAUDLIN
Good sweet Tim, have patience.

TIM
Flectere si [nequeo] superos, Acheronta [movebo], mother.

MAUDLIN
I think you have married her in logic, Tim.
You told me once, by logic you would prove
A whore an honest woman, prove her so, Tim,
And take her for thy labour.

TIM
Troth, I thank you.
I grant you I may prove another man's wife so,
But not mine own.

MAUDLIN
There's no remedy now, Tim,
You must prove her so as well as you may.

TIM
Why then my tutor and I will about her,
As well as we can.
Uxor non est meretrix, ergo falacis.

WELSH GENTLEWOMAN
Sir, if your logic cannot prove me honest,
There's a thing called marriage, and that makes me honest.

MAUDLIN
O, there's a trick beyond your logic, Tim.

TIM
I perceive then a woman may be honest according to the English print, when she is a whore in the Latin. So much for marriage and logic. I'll love her for her wit, I'll pick out my runts there: and for my mountains, I'll mount upon--

YELLOWHAMMER
So fortune seldom deals two marriages
With one hand, and both lucky: the best is,
One feast will serve them both: marry, for room
I'll have the dinner kept in Goldsmiths' Hall,
To which, kind gallants, I invite you all.

[Exeunt omnes.]


NOTES

A Chaste Maid in Cheapside was composed in early 1613; it represents the culmination of Middleton's achievements in the genre of city comedy.

The quarto dates from 1630. There are numerous editions of this play, and I have consulted the following:

1) A.H. Bullen's of 1885.

2) Alan Brissenden's for the New Mermaids series (1968): modernized but "lightly punctuated" in an attempt to capture the "original vitality," which makes reading occasionally difficult

3) Charles Barber's for the University of California Press (1969): an old-spelling edition

4) R.B. Parker's for Methuen's Revels series (1969): rather heavily emended, but the most readable

In putting the play together for myself, I have tried to strike a balance between Brissenden and Parker, between faithfulness to the original and readability. For example, I have not shied away from Middleton's method of punctuating with commas except when their absence or their substitution for other marks interrupts the flow of speech by confusing the reader, however briefly. The three twentieth-century editions contain sound critical discussions and various appended material.

Jacobean audiences would have taken "a chaste maid in Cheapside" as an oxymoron.

Geographical references abound in this play, which the map below locates. 1. Fleet Ditch flowing north from the Thames, 2. Holborn Bridge (to the west is the law district and the inns of court), 3. Bridewell, 4. Blackfriars Theater, 5. from west to east, Blackfriars Stairs, Puddle Wharf, Common Stairs, Dung Wharf, Paul's Stairs, 6. St. Paul's, 7. Trig Lane stairs (directly to the east are the waterhouse and Broken Wharf), 8. Goldsmith's Hall, 9. Goldsmith's Row (stretching west to east directly above is Westcheap), 10. Queenhithe, 11. St. Mary's le Bow, behind which is Goose Lane, 12. Poultry Counter, 13. Pissing Conduit, 14. Royal Exchange ("Gresham's Burse"), 15. Eastcheap, 16. the Tower, 17. Bread Street Counter, 18. Bell Inn, 19. Bull Inn, to the north of which is Bishopsgate (the Roman wall is the dark line nearby, running down to Blackfriars to the west and to the Tower to the east), 20. Bethlehem Hospital ("Bedlam"), 21. Spital Fields, with Finsbury Fields to the west. Upstream on the Thames is Whitehall, Westminster, and beyond, Barn Elms and Brentford; Greenwich is downstream. On the southern bank were many of the theaters, including the Globe, Rose, Hope, and Swan Theaters.


Above: Cheapside as it appeared in 1638, when Marie de' Medici came to visit her daughter Henrietta Maria, Queen of Charles I.
The Names of the Principal Persons

Mr.: a contraction of "Master;" "Mister" came into general use later in the 17th century.

Yellowhammer: 1) describing a goldsmith's occupation, 2) a species of bunting, 3) a fool, 4) a gold coin

Kix: a variant of "kex," a dry, hollow plant stalk; fig., a "sapless" person

[Lady Kix]: (Q) uses "WIFE" as the speech prefixes for Lady Kix, Mistress Allwit, and Mistress Touchwood thoughout.

Allwit: an inversion of "wittol," a contented cuckold

Welsh Gentlewoman: Middleton often does not assign proper names to his characters in order to emphasize their "type;" the Welsh were traditionally linked with social pretension and comic lechery.

Dahumma: dewch yma (Welsh) = come hither

Touchwood: 1) tinder, esp. used to ignite the touchhole of a musket, with the sexual innuendo (cf. More Dissemblers Besides Women III.i), 2) an irascible or passionate person

decayed: fallen from prosperity

Promoters: informers, here those who spied on butchers who sold meat during Lent

Watermen: boatmen paid for transporting people up and down the Thames

Servants: Other editions (when they specify) call for different numbers of extras (such as servants, nurses, and so on), and this is because Middleton himself was not overly concerned about minor speech prefixes and other points of "bookkeeping," as Barber puts it. My rule of thumb (from the inherent necessities of staging Shakespeare for community theater) is to assign the fewest speaking roles possible which the text will allow (although to convey the hustle and bustle of the street scenes, non-speaking characters should be added for "stage dressing"). Sir Oliver's three speaking servants appear at the same time; Allwit has at least three because the third is the comfit-maker's man in II.iii, obviously not one of the two appearing earlier. The imprecise number of "three or four" watermen is in (Q), although only two need to be speaking roles. The dry and wet nurses can appear later in the Christening Party scene as the unspecified nurses in (Q), although a third non-speaking nurse is needed to serve the refreshments.

Gossips: strictly speaking, godparents, but extended to mean friends invited to the christening


To the right: The Cheapside Cross in the middle of Cheapside, from "The Downfall of Dagon" (1643).
I.i.

virginals: a musical instrument resembling a spinet, with the sexual innuendo

green sickness: chlorosis, an anemic disease affecting young women in puberty; Elizabethans attributed it to love-sickness

make: become

samphire: a plant growing on rocks by the sea, used to make salads

To see the difference of these seasons: I.e., how different the present age is from the last.

quick: pregnant

dancing: a genteel accomplishment, with the sexual innuendo

bord: capacity, quality, from a corruption of "bore" (the caliber of a gun); here, size or age

Westminster: the legal center of London; Yellowhammer is saying, “Has a lawyer’s clerk been here to bribe you into using a high-sounding word (‘errors’) for Moll’s disobedience?” Below, Hollar's 1647 etching of Westminster ("Civitatis Westmonasteriensis"), showing St. Stephen's ("Parliament House"), Westminster Hall, and the Abbey.

cozened: cheated

lawns: fine linen or clothing made from it, so called because it was bleached on a lawn instead of the ordinary bleaching ground

cambrics: a kind of fine white linen, originally made at Cambray, France, or the clothing made from it

bracks: cracks, flaws, faults; Maudlin quibbles on the bawdy. Cf. No Wit, No Help Like a Woman's I.i.

Holborn Bridge: an ancient bridge of London, over the Fleet Ditch

rank: 1) richly dressed, 2) lustful

To instruct her hand thus, before and after: how Moll's gestures should be genteel, one hand forward and the other back, with the sexual innuendo

still: constantly

gentlemen commoners: wealthy university undergraduates who enjoyed superior status and privileges, like separate dining tables; Tim is social-climbing.

Hobson: Thomas Hobson (1544?-1631), the Cambridge carrier who never allowed his customers to select their horses, but let out the animals to hire in succession, from whence we get "Hobson's choice."

Amantissimis charissimisque ambobus parentibus patri et matri: To my two most loving and dearest parents, father and mother; Tim's Latin is faulty at times, which most likely Middleton intended.

matter: content

tester: sixpence

Goose Fair: an annual event at Stratford-le-Bow, then outside London to the northeast

"Bo" to a goose: proverbial; Goose Street ran behind St. Mary's le Bow in West Cheap. Below, an engraving c. 1680 of St. Mary-le-Bow as seen from the main thoroughfare. The magnificent steeple was designed by Sir Christopher Wren, and houses the famous Bow Bells -- you're a true Cockney only if you're born within the sound of Bow Bells, they say.

Maximus diligo: I esteem you most highly.

gear: business

Inns of Court: houses of law students, e.g., Lincoln's Inn, Gray's Inn, and the Inner Temple

French: "Law French" was used until abolished in 1731.

[Dahumma]: Dahanna (Q)

Dugat a whee: from Duw cadw chwi (Welsh) = God bless you

[Dahumma]: Dahanna (Q)

Brecknockshire: a county in Wales. "Nock" was slang for the female genitals; cf. A Fair Quarrel V.i.

shamefast: bashful, modest

[Moll]: Mary (Q)

the freedom: the city of London

Whitehall: a royal palace east of Westminster; to the right, "A View toward Whitehall from St. James's Park" (1668) by Hendrik Danckaerts

Greenwich: an ancient royal palace on the South Bank, birthplace of Henry VIII, Mary, and Elizabeth I

ewe mutton: old strumpet

pick a' famine: Porter emends to "peak o' famine" meaning "waste away from hunger." Brissenden retains the (Q) reading and opts for the more prosaic "choose a famine." My only emendation is to add the apostrophe to signal "a'" = "of". If "pick" is taken as a variant of "peak" then Touchwood Junior can be saying, "wasting away from hunger." This is Barber's solution as well.

blood: passion

[spoil]: spoy (Q)

Sir Yellowhammer: Graduates were given the title "sir" and considered members of the gentry.

being to him: being in support of Sir Walter. Barker's suggestion that some adjective has been dropped is attractive due to the missing foot, although, as we'll see, Middleton's meter is very irregular.

stand: set

down: i.e., at the bottom of his pocket, lost

posy: a short inscription or motto, such as on a coin or ring

Mass: by the Mass, an oath

were: Some editors emend to "wear"

rules: sports, riotous behavior

I.ii.

[Dahumma]: Dahanna (Q)

pickled cucumbers: because of her pregnancy

[sight]: fight (Q)

scavenger: officer who employed the poor as street sweepers

chaldron: dry measure of thirty-six bushels of coal

Kentish faggots: bundles of brushwood; Kent supplied much of London with firewood

waterhouse and the windmills: built by Bevis Bulmer in 1594 near Broken Wharf to pump water from the Thames to the houses in Cheapside; it was mounted with a windmill.

Gresham's Burse: the Royal Exchange built by Sir Thomas Gresham in 1566-68, opened by Elizabeth I in 1570; it had many shops and was famous for draperies and silks. Below, Hollar's 1644 engraving of the Royal Exchange.

rundlets: casks

think's: think it is

paradise: with the sexual innuendo (paradise = vagina)

dye...heirs: i.e., by cheating spendthrift country heirs; cf. Michaelmas Term

night-piece: a printing depicting a night scene, but here a "painted" mistress or bedfellow

[fret]: frets (Q). 1) the emotional stress that broke the strings with which the hart was supposed to have been braced, 2) a ring on the fingerboard of a stringed instrument which regulates fingering. Hamlet makes the same pun.

La dildo: a chorus refrain, with the sexual innuendo

a-singing in his head: a reference to the cuckold's horns; cf. Women Beware Women IV.ii.

work: sexual activity

Negatur argumentum: I deny your argument.

peep: pip, degree; pips were the spots on playing cards.

Put on: I.e., put on your hat, which Allwit has taken off in deference.

marrow melts: i.e., by the heat of his jealousy

forfeited lordships: a jibe at the low value of knighthood. Almost immediately after he was crowned, James I began conferring many new knighthoods, considered lavish and undiscriminating by those who felt that these "carpet knights" cheapened the rank.

[Wat]: 1 Boy (Q)

God-den: Good evening

[Nick]: 2 Boy (Q)

legs: bow; cf. The Revenger's Tragedy IV.ii, "makes legs"

heavy: 1) sad, 2) with child

calf: fool; Brissenden sees a subtle irony in mooncalf = false pregnancy

II.i.

[prudent'st]: prudents (Q)

bloods: sexual desires

Life: By God's life; an act of 1606 forbade mentioning the name of God on stage

drinkings abroad: affairs with other women

gear: 1) business, 2) genitals

want: lack

set: match or game, as in tennis

approves: proves

The feast...estate.: cf. The Phoenix II.ii; No Wit, No Help Like a Woman's V.i, Women Beware Women I.iii, III.i.

sing: have sexual intercourse

more words than one to a bargain: more to say about the matter, i.e., they are not used to becoming pregnant after just one sexual encounter.

lay in: brought to bed with child

progress: annual royal visit to various parts of the country

Snaphance: flintlock igniting the touchwood (see note on touchwood)

certificate: here, a certificate of chastity

churchwardens: businessmen appointed to fine those who had not paid their religious obligations and to collect the poor tax, among other duties

in pickle: 1) in reserve, like pickled vegetables, 2) poxed

mutton: whore

nail: 1) a cloth measure of 2", 2) syphilitics' children sometimes were born without nails, hence the Wench's reply

Without my belly: without true desire; cf. Touchwood Junior's "sharp-set stomach" in I.i.

ware: slang for the female genitals, often used by Middleton; cf. The Family of Love II.i; The Roaring Girl II.i, IV.ii; and No Wit, No Help Like a Woman's I.i.

ride: be carted as a whore through the streets to prison

Setting apart: except for

calf's head: fool

strangely: extremely, i.e., I've been looking hard for you.

Cud's foot: a corruption of "God's foot!"; cf. The Phoenix V.i, "Cuds me."

Exit [with Touchwood Senior].: Parker points out the apparent inconsistency between Touchwood Senior not staying to hear about the Kixes's infertility problem and the Maid's entering soon after with the plot for him to cheat Sir Oliver. Although T.S. need not exit until after he learns of the Kixes's problem, the (Q) consistently substitutes "Exit" for "Exeunt."

cut: 1) setback, 2) female genitals, 3) gelding

cannot do withal: cannot help it, with the sexual innuendo

bating: diminishing

Bridewells: Originally a palace given by Edward VI as a workhouse for the poor, Bridewell had degenerated into a prison for prostitutes. Below, an early 19th-century imaginary reconstruction of Bridewell Palace c. 1660, showing the entrance to the Fleet River.

spital-houses: Originally houses for lepers and victims of other diseases, it came to mean a hospital specifically for venereal disease.

Think but...want on't.: During the rest of this scene we learn an important plot point: "Goodly lands" that would otherwise come to the Kixes's first child stand to be inherited by Sir Walter, who has borrowed money against them.

by th' means: by thy infertility

gossiping: christening feast

Bartholomew eve: August 23; as it is now Lent, the twins were conceived out of wedlock.

Jugg: a familiar substitute for Joan, commonly used as a name for servants

water: 1) medicine, 2) semen, a frequent pun in Middleton; cf. The Family of Love V.i, A Fair Quarrel II.ii, The Roaring Girl IV.ii, The Changeling IV.iii.

put case: suppose; case = vagina

stands me/In: costs me

Kersten: christened

II.ii.

run away with a tailor: because her clothes are fine

buss: kiss

knocker: a strikingly attractive person

pup: an exclamation; cf. A Mad World, My Masters II.vii; A Trick to Catch the Old One V.ii.

neat: elegant

bills of Middlesex: Writs of arrest on fictitious charges within Middlesex, which contained London north of the Thames, and whose juries were noted for their ruthlessness; these writs allowed the King's Bench to also try the defendant for an actual crime, but one that was committed outside its jurisdiction.

sweetbreads: pancreas of a lamb

lamb-stones: testicles of a lamb, regarded as an aphrodisiac

Molls and Dolls: Traditionally the names of "low women"; cf. A Yorkshire Tragedy i.

golls: hands

chins: A double chin was supposedly a distinguishing mark of a bawd.

milk of witches: Witches were believed to give suck to the devil.

baffle: publicly disgrace

veal and green sauce: To get what one deserves, i.e., to be cheated. Allwit is deliberately drawing the promoters out to unmask them. Green sauce was made with vinegar and was held to be an antidote for raw meat.

Green goose: gosling, here a fool

sauced: made to pay dearly

answerable: suitable

close: clandestinely

kiss Newgate: go to prison. Newgate, one of the gates of ancient London, became its chief prison and was demolished in 1777.

turn up/The bottom of the pocket of his apron: pay a bribe

hand basket freebooters: pirates who ransack hand baskets

My wife lies in: Pregnant women, the sick, and foreign ambassadors were exempted from the ban on eating meat during Lent.

foutra: an oath, from foutre (Fr.) = fuck

pottage: broth

Turnbull Street: a corruption of Turnmill Street, which ran by Clerkenwell Green and was frequented by thieves and prostitutes. It is called Townbull Street in No Wit, No Help Like a Woman's II.i.

in fee: in league

band: ruff, collar

politic: crafty, cunning

Imprimis: in the first place

quean: whore

sugar-sops: slices of bread steeped in sugar water

suet: Suet (animal fat) provided the tallow for candles, which will be needed when the baby requires attention in the night.

Queenhive: Queenhithe, a large quay, mentioned later as the headquarters of the watermen.

young flood: i.e., when the tide begins to flow up the river; cf. The Roaring Girl II.i, No Wit, No Help like a Woman's II.ii.

Branford: Brentford, eight miles upstream of Cheapside, was a place of resort for the citizenry and had numerous prostitutes. It is also spelled Brainford (cf. the "Witch of Brainford" in The Merry Wives of Windsor).

II.iii.

trussing: tying the points of the hose to the doublet, with the pun (truss = hang)

No matter and: it would not matter if

hair: with the pun on heir

jumped in one: agreed, with the sexual pun

comfit: a candy made of sugar and the pulp of cooked fruit

I must fit all these times, or there's no music: I.e., "I must act cordially to keep us in harmony."

Into one cup: i.e., he pledges both in one toast

II.iv.

Good Mrs. Yellowhammer: The women are arguing over the order of who follows the baby from Allwit's house to the church.

come down a little: be socially humbler

There comes as proud behind as goes before: proverbial, with the pun on proud (= sexually excited) in the next line

III.i.

made hard shift: contrived with difficulty

master vein shoots from the heart: Popular superstition held that a vein ran from the wedding ring finger to the heart.

fetch: trick

mystical: secret, concealed

And: if

two glasses: spectacles

close: confined, shut up

you're blessed: i.e., not to have been challenged or assaulted outright by Touchwood Junior

III.ii.

Amsterdam: meeting place and refuge for Puritanism; cf. The Witch I.i.

chopping: vigorous, strapping; cf. No Wit, No Help like a Woman's I.i.

spiny: thin, spare; cf. A Mad World, My Masters III.ii.

mettled: 1) courageous, 2) tipsy

speed: fortune

She's: She has

zeal: 1) religious zeal, 2) sexual zeal

standing cup: stemmed goblet; cf. The Family of Love I.iii.

postle spoon: spoon whose handle ends in the figure of an apostle, often given by sponsors at christenings

Judas then with the red beard: Judas traditionally had a red beard (cf. As You Like It III.iv.); red beards were associated with licentiousness, hence the Second Puritan's fears (cf. Doctor Glister in The Family of Love V.i.).

consumes: eats up, with the sexual innuendo

Well said: well done

urine: used as a cosmetic lotion

lurch: filch, cheat

riggle-tail: tiny

mar'l: marvel

only: alone; the implication of the phrase is that she made him overwork to satisfy her not only economically but also sexually.

fitters: fragments

Bucklersbury: a section of London to the east filled with grocers and apothecaries

troll: pass, circulate

tipple: topple

countess: one of the many references in the play to the popular fascination with the extravagance of the Countess of Salisbury's child-bed in late January 1613

Lammas: August 1, the harvest festival of the English church

cattle: property

still: always; for the social awkwardness of university students, cf. The Family of Love II.iv, Your Five Gallants II.i.

freshwoman: Tim's nonsense word, derived from freshman

lin: stop

Dunces: the writings of John Duns Scotus (1265?-1308?) and his followers, with the pun on idiots

naturally: 1) without effort, 2) half-wittedly

Non ideo sane: "Not for that (reason) indeed."

goose pies: with the reference to Tim's foolishness

wellspring of discipline: Cambridge was the international center of Puritanism at this time.

We must embrace our falls: an allusion to Calvinist doctrine of accepting the Fall of Man

[Heyday]: Hyda (Q)

looking glass: chamber pot

show: parade

Pissing Conduit: at the western end of Cheapside, named merely for the slenderness of its stream of water

take a nap with some of the brethren: The Anabaptists contended that any man and woman could lie together if they were asleep.

hare-mad: Hares grow wilder around March, the breeding season.

rushes: straw was used to cover the floors; cf. Blurt, Master Constable I.i, Romeo and Juliet IV.i.

figging: moving briskly and restlessly

shittle-cork: Cork heels were fashionable; shittle-cork = shuttle-cock, slang for a whore.

III.iii.

gameful: joyful

bankrout: bankrupt

perch...lap: cf. Your Five Gallants IV.viii; No Wit, No Help Like a Woman's I.i; Women Beware Women II.ii; The Spanish Gypsy III.ii.

eringoes...crab: All thought to be aphrodisiacs. Eringoes were candied fruit of the sea holly; potatoes = sweet potatoes or yams.

common place: court of common pleas in Westminster; cf. A Mad World, My Masters I.i.

humours: dispositions

fit: 1) section of song or poem, 2) struggle, 3) paroxysm

Fall out like giants, and fall in like children: quarrel and make up, with the sexual innuendo; cf. A Trick to Catch the Old One I.i, Troilus and Cressida III.i.

drouth: drought

censure: mutual recrimination

one smock: i.e., very little property

you came...sore there: The implication is that Sir Oliver was infested with lice.

outcry: auction

presently: at once

clap up bills: put up advertisements for the auction

stood me in: cost me

pranking up: dressing finely

Ware: 20 miles north of London, a trysting place for lovers

for the--: The dash and lacuna in (Q) indicates either censored material, an opportunity for the actor to improvise, or an opportunity for the audience to supply the obvious inference.

figient: fidgety

crossed: jumped across

bad head: an ironic reference to his impending cuckolding

quick: pregnant

a little faster: Sir Oliver is still capering and jumping.

coach: By the early 17th century, coaches were popular places for love-making: "close caroaches were made running bawdy-houses" (Dekker, The Owl's Almanac, 1618). Cf. The Roaring Girl III.i.

IV.i.

Negatur argumentum: The following exchange in (sometimes incorrect) Latin is as follows:
Tim: Your evidence is denied, tutor.
Tutor: I put it to you, pupil, a fool is not a rational animal.
Tim: Surely you will be mistaken.
Tutor: I ask you to be silent; I put it to you.
Tim: How do you prove it, master?
Tutor: A fool does not have reason, therefore he is not a rational animal.
Tim: Thus you argue, master: a fool does not have reason, therefore he is not a rational animal. Your evidence is denied again, tutor.
Tutor: Again, I put the argument to you, sir: he who does not partake of reason in no way is able to be called rational, but a fool does not partake of reason, therefore a fool in no way can be said to be rational.
Tim: He does partake.
Tutor: Thus you argue; who partakes, how does he partake?
Tim: As a man; I will prove it to you in syllogism.
Tutor: Prove it.
Tim: Thus I prove it, master: a fool is a man just as you and I are; a man is a rational animal, thus a fool is a rational animal.

I'll prove him to be a man: Tailors were considered unmanly.

accidences: books with rules for inflections, as opposed to "grammars," books with rules for syntax

haberdins: dried salted codfish. During Lent, an effigy called a Jack-a-Lent was set up; Parker cites E. K. Chambers's The English Folk Play, which describes the Jack-a-Lent's "foolscap decorated with...paper emblems of redherring." As it ties into the Lenten season of the play, this is the best explanation for an otherwise obscure passage.

as in presenti: "as in the present tense," an introductory phrase in A Short Introduction to Grammar, 1549; with the pun on "ass."

have all out: tell everything

Quid est grammatica?: "What is grammar?"

the longest day of my life: as long as I live

recte scribendi atque loquendi ars: "the act of writing and speaking correctly," with the pun on "arse." Cf. Your Five Gallants II.i.

sir-reverence: 1) apologies (a corruption of "save your reverence"), 2) excrement

kiff: kith

o'erseen: mistaken

to her marriage: i.e., as dowry

runts: a small breed of ox or cow of Wales and Highland Scotland

Rider's dictionary: a 1589 English-Latin and Latin-English dictionary by the Bishop of Killaloe, John Rider; Parker points out that Rider's does not, in fact, have a listing for "runts."

Rumford hogs: Romford, 12 miles northeast of London in Essex, famous for its hog market; cf. The Roaring Girl V.i.

Salve...curo: "Save thee, too, most beautiful maid; what you want I do not know, indeed, nor do I care."

Tully: Cicero

Ferter...maximis: "It is said, by Hercules, that Wales abounds with great wealth."

Iterum...parata: "Again, I say it abound in a great wealth of mountains and fountains and, as I might say, runts; nevertheless, in truth, I am a little man by nature, and at the same time a bachelor by training [but also by fraud], really not prepared for the bed."

Avedera...foginis: The first question is, "Can you speak Welsh?" The second question is difficult to translate due to Middleton's entirely phonetic and bastardized Welsh; it might be, "For God's sake, is he [or are you] pretending with me?"
cog: cheat, deceive

Ego non cogo: "I do not gel [with you]"; cogo = thicken or constrict, an odd verb to use here

Rhegosin...ambre: Again, difficult to decipher; perhaps, "Some cheese and whey after taking a walk." Welshmen supposedly craved cheese; cf. Anything for a Quiet Life IV.i, and Sir Hugh Evans in The Merry Wives of Windsor.

travelled: with the pun on travailed

proceeded: 1) taken a degree, 2) lost her virginity (though Tim makes the pun unknowingly)

recoiled: answered

clap: 1) stick close to (cf. A Trick to Catch the Old One II.i), 2) catch gonorrhea (again, Tim is unaware of the pun)

stranger: foreigner

mutton: whore

sing: have sexual intercourse

Welsh song: The first stanza also appears in More Dissemblers Besides Women.

crests: cuckold's horns

lips: with the bawdy double entendre

To one's pleasure, leisures are but waste: I.e., to one looking for pleasure, to be leisurely is a waste of time.

And lose it ere we find it: The rhyming line is missing.

in my own lodging: in my own right

a' life: by my life

a strange gentleman: It seems odd that Maudlin should know the Allwits but her husband does not. I'm sure Allwit was intended to be in disguise here.

Abbington: Abingdon, five miles south of Oxford on the Thames, actually the capital of Berkshire

plaguy: troublesome

Resolve: satisfy

passed: past (Q)

time and state--: A dash and lacuna are here and a few lines later in (Q).

Poulters: 1) poulterers, 2) pimps

venting: selling

conies: 1) rabbits, 2) whores

wittol: contented cuckold

Cato and Cordelius: Dionysius Cato's Disticha de Moribus and Marthurin Cordier's Colloquia scholastica, popular textbooks of the time

prevented: anticipated

call him back: reform him

Anno [ ].: The next to last lacuna, although here there is no dash in (Q). The case for the line(s) here having been censored is not as strong here as it is with the other lacunae; that is, Anno/Anne pun is less likely to have given rise to bawdiness and more likely to have necessitated a flexibility in the dating of Yellowhammer's affair.

warden: 1) a member of a governing body of a guild, 2) a kind of pear, hence the pun on fruit

wholesome: free of venereal disease

sweat well: to cure venereal disease

Lay: search

Trig: A trig is a narrow path.

stairs: steps leading from the wharf to the water

IV.ii.

requiteful'st: most eager to return favors; Parker gives an interesting discussion about the play's generous attitude toward the watermen.

Blackfriars: the second private theater, used by boys' companies 1600-08 and by the King's Men 1608-42. Blackfriars was an indoor theater and therefore lit by candles.

candles in their hands: Actors would carry candles on-stage to indicate they were playing ghosts.

chandlers: candle-makers

banded: bandied, knocked about

Your first man: I.e., my boat is next in line for hire.

Barn Elms: a manor house and park up the Thames on the south bank in the southwest corner of St. James's Park, a favorite resort of lovers and duelists

lustily: heartily

buff: durable, off-white ox-hide leather worn by sergeants (arresting officers)

the Venetian uses it: for the supposed looseness of Venetian women and cruelty of Venetian men, cf. A Mad World, My Masters I.ii and Women Beware Women I.i.

looked: opened

Verum poeta dicit: The poet speaks truth

Dicit Virgilius: Virgil says so

gill: wench

smelt: any small, easily-caught fish, therefore a fool

gudgeons: any small, easily-caught fish, therefore a fool

mermaid: whore; cf. The Roaring Girl I.i, A Fair Quarrel IV.iv.

fishwives: 1) women who sell fish, 2) termagants, women who use coarse and abusive language, 3) poss. a pun on fishmonger (= pimp). Tim's lines here encapsulate well the play's juxtaposition of spirituality and physicality, of Lenten forbearance and expiation on the one hand, and fallen Man's weakness and indulgence on the other. Despite the imagery's ambiguity here, Middleton is implying that symbolically Moll has to some extent achieved salvation or apotheosis. She is half flesh (or "meat" in terms of both standard Jacobean imagery and the Lenten dichotomy--cf. the Wench's baby whom the Promoters mistake for a piece of meat!); but Moll is also half fish, i.e., that which "may be sold to fishwives" by the fishermen who catch them. Just as Christ is the fisher of souls, Moll as heroine has been sanctified; her example may be taken up by ("sold to") sinful women (fishwives as termagants), who, having repented (as they do at the mock funeral later), in turn would proclaim and spread the influence of her virtues (read fishwives as brides of Christ, i.e., nuns): Maudlin says as much, albeit ironically.

give over both, or I'll give over: leave Moll alone or I'll call of the marriage

in armour: made bold by drink

Harry the Fifth's sword: The joke is that Henry V's sword is not in Westminster Abbey.

Worth forty: referring to Moll's market value as a virgin

'twill hold your life in play: gaming imagery, as with "even hand" later; cf. Women Beware Women II.ii.

V.i.

sheet: a winding sheet, shroud; cf. Women Beware Women I.i.

Methinks: here, "I think of" or "I imagine"

dear: costly

do: with the sexual innuendo

dalliance: overindulgence

[he]: ho (Q); "he" refers to "who"

seven: the number of Sir Walter's bastards

French: a reference to syphilis, the "French disease"; cf. A Fair Quarrel IV.iv. and Blurt, Master Constable I.ii.

Dutch: for a connection to bawdiness, cf. A Trick to Catch the Old One III.iii.

Confusion: incest

lifting: stealing, with the sexual innuendo

hear a fool: you speak nonsense

his lands will hang him: As a convicted murderer, Sir Walter's lands will be turned over to the Crown, and bereft of land, he will be hanged.

close: hidden

place for easement: privy

quickened: made pregnant

consorts: Sir Oliver's servants

Gamesters: gamblers and lechers; cf. Your Five Gallants II.iii; No Wit, No Help Like a Woman's II.iii; Wit at Several Weapons II.i.

spitals: spital-houses

Strand: the most fashionable part of London, notorious for courtesans; cf. Hengist, King of Kent III.i.

bay windows: used by prostitutes to display themselves; cf. Women Beware Women III.i.

quaint: costly, fashionable

closestool: a box with a seat or lid, a chamberpot

Your nose must be in everything: cf. The Roaring Girl III.ii.

box: referring to the box which collected the cover charge from gamesters; Allwit is saying that he can't lose, regardless of which role he plays, wittol or keeper of a high-class brothel; 2) coffin

V.ii.

principal: excellent

Ovid de Tristibus: Ovid's Tristia, a popular Latin textbook

white money: silver

get: beget (a poem)

[ingredients]: Ingredience (Q)

dissolved pearl and amber: believed to have great medicinal powers: cf. A Mad World, My Masters II.vi.

strive with thy fit: 1) struggle with your melancholy, 2) endure by singing a verse, a common Elizabethan remedy

swan: Swans supposedly sang before they died, from whence we get "swan song."

sets: subsides; cf. A Fair Quarrel III.i.

following: as if she would follow Touchwood Junior in death

roundly: promptly

V.iii.

bestirred my stumps: with the sexual innuendo

ring the bells...make a bonfire: to announce important news

thwacking: large, impressive

tell: count

[joy]: ioyes (Q)

multipliers: with the ironic sexual innuendo

struck it home: dealt a winning blow, with the sexual innuendo

monopoly: a reference to the unpopular custom of the Crown selling monopolies, from which patentees were often made extremely rich

cast: arranged

V.iv.

From the first parent: since the time of Adam

censure: judgment

redeem/Perfection home to woman: redeem Eve's original sin; cf. Women Beware Women III.ii.

Speaks: shows, expresses

precedents: exemplars

at a push: i.e., when push came to shove

article: a statement in the wedding ceremony

interline: insert between lines of text

brace: 1) pair, 2) support

Here be your wedding sheets: their shrouds; cf. The Widow I.ii, The Changeling V.iii, and Women Beware Women I.i.

[to]: too (Q)

Utter: 1) speak, 2) ejaculate, sexually

prevent: anticipate

knight's ward: Counters were debtors' prisons (in London were the Poultry Counter and the Woodstreet Counter), and they were divided into four wards. The master's was for the richest and provided the best accommodations; then came the knight's, the twopenny, and finally the Hole for the most poor. Cf. The Phoenix II.iii and IV.iii, Michaelmas Term III.iv., The Roaring Girl III.iii.

roundly: thoroughly, with the pun round = pregnant

say: (obs.) past tense of "see"

O tempora! O mors!: "O times! O death!" Tim means to say, "O mores!" ("O manners!"), from Cicero's Cataline.

jade: 1) broken-down horse, 2) whore; cf. The Roaring Girl II.i, Much Ado about Nothing I.i.

execution: riding; Tim plans to become the Welsh Gentlewoman's pimp. Cf. Your Five Gallants III.ii.

runt: reprove

Flectere...[movebo]: If I cannot persuade the gods, I will turn to Acheron (the river in Hades), from Virgil's Aeneas; nequeo = neguro (Q), movebo = mourbo (Q), neither of which errors I believe Middleton intended.

for thy labour: for the pains you have taken, with the sexual innuendo; cf. King Lear IV.vi.

about: deal with

Uxor non est meretrix, ergo falacis: A wife is not a whore, therefore it is a fallacy.

There's a thing called marriage, and that makes me honest: cf. the plot resolutions in 1 The Honest Whore, A Trick to Catch the Old One, A Mad World, My Masters, Anything for a Quiet Life.

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