SCENE II.

_A Street._

_Enter_ KNIGHT _and_ JEWELLER’S WIFE.

KNIGHT. It stands upon the frame of my reputation, I protest, lady. JEW. WIFE. Lady? that word is worth an hundred angels[887] at all times, for it cost more: if I live till to-morrow night, my sweet Pleasure, thou shalt have them. KNIGHT. Could you not make ’em a hundred and fifty, think you? JEW. WIFE. I’ll do my best endeavour to multiply, I assure you. KNIGHT. Could you not make ’em two hundred? JEW. WIFE. No, by my faith—— KNIGHT. Peace; I’ll rather be confined in the hundred and fifty. JEW. WIFE. Come e’en much about this time, when taverns give up their ghosts, and gentlemen are in their first cast[888]—— KNIGHT. I’ll observe the season. JEW. WIFE. And do but whirl the ring a’ th’ door once about: my maid-servant shall be taught to understand the language. KNIGHT. Enough, my sweet Revenue. JEW. WIFE. Good rest, my effectual Pleasure. [_Exeunt._[889]