SCENE IV.

ANDREW, MEANWELL.

AND. Upon my conscience, now he cheated me; I could have never lost it else so strangely.

MEAN. What is a paltry cloak to a man of worth?

It barr'd men only o' th' sight of your body; Your handsomeness will now appear the better.

AND. He was as like our Master Shape as could be; But that he had a patch upon his cheek And a black beard, I should have sworn 'twere he: It was somebody in his clothes, I'm sure.

MEAN. Some cunning cheater, upon my life, won His cloak and suit too!

AND. There it is for certain, Pyes take him! doth he play for cloaks still? Surely He hath a fly only to win good clothes.

_Enter_ SHAPE.

SHAPE. The pox and plague take all ill-fortune! this The second time that he hath cheated me; My very best suit that I had!

AND. How now! What, lost your cloak and suit? A jest, I vow; I vow, a pretty jest. 'Odsnigs, I guess'd so; I saw him have it on: it made him look as like you, As like you--'tis a rogue, a mere decoy. [_Aside._

SHAPE. A rogue, a mere decoy! and yet like me?

AND. Nay, hold, I mean he is a rogue, when that He hath his own clothes on. D' y' think that I Would call him so when he is in your suit?

SHAPE. No more of that, good Andrew, as you love me; Keep in your wit.

AND. Speak, tutor, do I use To quarrel? Speak, good tutor.

MEAN. That wit, Andrew, Of yours will be th' undoing of you, if You use't no better.

AND. Faith, I thought I might Have broke a witty jest upon him, being I've lost my cloak.

MEAN. True; but he has lost his too, And then you know that is not lawful wit.

_Enter_ HEARSAY.

HEAR. Here's Master Credulous and old Sir Thomas; They have some business with you.

MEAN. Bring 'em in.

SHAPE. My business lies not here, sirs, fare you well.

[_Exit_ SHAPE.

AND. For God's sake, don't you tell old Sim on't, now.