Every Man in His Humour
SCENE VII.—-A Street.

Ben Jonson

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Enter MATHEW and BOBADILL.

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

Bob. Why, what should they say; but as of a discreet gentleman;

quick, wary, respectful of nature's fair lineaments? and that's

all.

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

Bob. A rude part, a touch with soft wood, a kind of gross battery

used, laid on strongly, borne most patiently; and that's all.

Mat. Ay, but would any man have offered it in Venice, as you say?

Bob. Tut! I assure you, no: you shall have there your nobilis, your

gentilezza, come in bravely upon your reverse, stand you close,

stand you firm, stand you fair, save your retricato with his left

leg, come to the assalto with the right, thrust with brave steel,

defy your base wood! But wherefore do I awake this remembrance? I

was fascinated, by Jupiter; fascinated, but I will be unwitch'd

and revenged by law.

Mat. Do you hear? is it not best to get a warrant, and have him

arrested and brought before justice Clement?

Bob. It were not amiss; would we had it!

Enter BRAINWORM disguised as FORMAL.

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

Bob. Agreed, do you speak,

Mat. Save you, sir.

Brai. With all my heart, sir.

Mat. Sir, there is one Downright hath abused this gentleman and

myself, and we determine to make our amends by law: now, if you

would do us the favour to procure a warrant to bring him afore your

master, you shall be well considered, I assure you, sir.

Brai. Sir, you know my service is my living; such favours as these

gotten of my master is his only preferment, and therefore you must

consider me as I may make benefit of my place.

Mat. How is that, Sir?

Brai. Faith, sir, the thing is extraordinary, and the gentleman may

be of great account; yet, be he what he will, if you will lay me

down a brace of angels in my hand you shall have it, otherwise not.

Mat. How shall we do, captain? he asks a brace of angels, you have

no money?

Bob. Not a cross, by fortune.

Mat. Nor I, as I am a gentleman, but twopence left of my two

shillings in the morning for wine and radish: let's find him some

pawn.

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

Mat. O, yes; I'll pawn this jewel in my ear, and you may pawn your

silk stockings, and pull up your boots, they will ne'er be mist: it

must be done now.

Bob. Well, an there be no remedy, I'll step aside and pull them

off.

[Withdraws.

Mat. Do you hear, sir? we have no store of money at this time, but

you shall have good pawns; look you, sir, this jewel, and that

gentleman's silk stockings; because we would have it dispatch'd ere

we went to our chambers.

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

you? Downright?

Mat. Ay, ay, George Downright.

Brai. What manner of man is he?

Mat. A tall big man, sir; he goes in a cloak most commonly of

silk-russet, laid about with russet lace.

Brai. 'Tis very good, sir.

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

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

Brai. Well, gentlemen, I'll procure you this warrant presently; but

who will you have to serve it?

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

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

Brai. Why, you were best get one O' the varlets of the city, a

serjeant: I'll appoint you one, if you please.

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

Bob. We'll leave it to you, sir.

[Exeunt Bob. and Mat.

Brai. This is rare! Now will I go and pawn this cloak of the

justice's man's at the broker's, for a varlet's suit, and be the

varlet myself; and get either more pawns, or more money of

Downright, for the arrest.

[Exit.

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