r CASH.
Cash. Sir, here's your match. Come, thou must needs be talking too,
thou'rt well enough served.
Cob. Nay, he will not meddle with his match, I warrant you: well,
it shall be a dear beating, an I live.
Bob. Do you prate, do you murmur?
E. Know. Nay, good captain, will you regard the humour of a fool?
Away, knave.
Wel. Thomas, get him away. [Exit Cash with Cob.
Bob. A whoreson filthy slave, a dung-worm, an excrement! Body O'
Caesar, but that I scorn to let forth so mean a spirit, I'd have
stabb'd him to the earth.
Wel. Marry, the law forbid, sir!
Bob. By Pharaoh's foot, I would have done it.
Step. Oh, he swears most admirably! By Pharaoh's foot! Body O'
Caesar!--I shall never do it, sure. Upon mine honour, and by St.
George!--No, I have not the right grace.
Mat. Master Stephen, will you any? By this air, the most divine
tobacco that ever I drunk.
[Practises at the post.
As I am a gentleman! By-- [Exeunt Bob. and Mat.
Step. None, I thank you, sir. O, this gentleman does it rarely,
too: but nothing like the other. By this air!
Brai. [pointing to Master Stephen.] Master, glance, glance! master
Wellbred!
Step. As I have somewhat to be saved, I protest--
Wel. You are a fool; it needs no affidavit.
E. Know. Cousin, will you any tobacco?
Step. I, sir! Upon my reputation--
E. Know. How now, cousin!
Step. I protest, as I am a gentleman, but no soldier, indeed--
Wel. No, master Stephen! As I remember, your name is entered in the
artillery-garden.
Step. Ay, sir, that's true. Cousin, may I swear, as I am a soldier,
by that?
E. Know. O yes, that you may; it is all you have for your money.
Step. Then, as I am a gentleman, and a soldier, it is "divine
tobacco!"
Wel. But soft, where's master Mathew! Gone?
Brai. No, sir; they went in here.
Wel. O let's follow them: master Mathew is gone to salute his
mistress in verse; we shall have the happiness to hear some of his
poetry now; he never comes unfinished.--Brainworm!
Step. Brainworm! Where? Is this Brainworm?
E. Know. Ay, cousin; no words of it, upon your gentility.
Step. Not I, body of me! By this air! St. George! and the foot of
Pharaoh!
Wel. Rare! Your cousin's discourse is simply drawn out with oaths.
E. Know. 'Tis larded with them; a kind
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