SCENE III.[1290

_To them_ [_enter_] KITELY.

_Kit._ Why, how now! what’s the matter, what’s the stir here? Whence springs the quarrel? Thomas! where is he? Put up your weapons, and put off this rage. My wife and sister, they are the cause of this. What, Thomas! where is the knave? 5

_Cash._ Here, sir.

_Wel._ Come, let’s go; this is one of my brother’s ancient humours, this.

_Step._ I am glad nobody was hurt by his ancient humour. 10 [_Exeunt_ WELLBRED, STEPHEN, E. KNOWELL, BOBADILL, _and_ BRAINWORM.]

_Kit._ Why, how now, brother, who enforc’d this brawl?

_Dow._ A sort[1291] of lewd rake-hells, that care neither for God nor the devil. And they must come here to read ballads, and roguery, and (15) trash! I ’ll mar the knot of ’em ere I sleep, perhaps; especially Bob there, he that ’s all manner of shapes: and Songs and Sonnets, his fellow.

_Brid._ Brother, indeed you are too violent, Too sudden in your humour: and you know 20 My brother Wellbred’s temper will not bear Any reproof, chiefly in such a presence, Where every slight disgrace he should receive Might wound him in opinion and respect. 24

_Dow._ Respect! what talk you of respect among such as ha’ nor spark of manhood nor good manners? ’Sdeins, I am asham’d to hear you! respect! [_Exit._]

_Brid._ Yes, there was one a civil gentleman, And very worthily demean’d himself. 30

_Kit._ O, that was some love of yours, sister.

_Brid._ A love of mine! I would it were no worse, brother; You ’d pay my portion sooner than you think for.

_Dame K._ Indeed he seem’d to be a gentleman (34) of a very exceeding fair disposition, and of excellent good parts. [_Exeunt_ DAME KITELY _and_ BRIDGET.]

_Kit._ Her love, by heaven! my wife’s minion. _Fair disposition! excellent good parts!_ Death! these phrases are intolerable. Good parts! how should she know his parts? 40 His parts! Well, well, well, well, well, well; It is too plain, too clear: Thomas, come hither. What, are they gone?

_Cash._ Ay, sir, they went in. My mistress and your sister——

_Kit._ Are any of the gallants within? 45

_Cash._ No, sir, they are all gone.

_Kit._ Art thou sure of it?

_Cash._ I can assure you, sir.

_Kit._ What gentleman was that they prais’d so, Thomas?

_Cash._ One, they call him Master Knowell, (50) a handsome young gentleman, sir.

_Kit._ Ay, I thought so; my mind gave me as much. I’ll die, but they have hid him i’ the house Somewhere; I’ll go and search; go with me, Thomas: 54 Be true to me, and thou shalt find me a master. [_Exeunt._]