SCENE V.

CANDIDO’S _Shop._

GEORGE _and the Prentices discovered: enter_ VIOLA.

VIO. Come, you put up your wares in good order here, do you not, think you? one piece cast this way, another that way! you had need have a patient master indeed. GEO. Ay, I’ll be sworn, for we have a curst mistress. [_Aside._ VIO. You mumble, do you? mumble? I would your master or I could be a note more angry! for two patient folks in a house spoil all the servants that ever shall come under them. FIRST P. You patient! ay, so is the devil when he is horn-mad. [_Aside._

_Enter_ CASTRUCHIO, FLUELLO, _and_ PIORATTO.

GEO. Gentlemen, what do you lack? FIRST P. What is’t you buy? SEC. P. See fine hollands, fine cambrics, fine lawns.[46] GEO. What is’t you lack? SEC. P. What is’t you buy? CAS. Where’s signor Candido, thy master? GEO. Faith, signor, he’s a little negotiated; he’ll appear presently. CAS. Fellow, let’s see a lawn, a choice one, sirrah. GEO. The best in all Milan, gentlemen, and this is the piece. I can fit you, gentlemen, with fine callicoes too for doublets; the only sweet fashion now, most delicate and courtly, a meek gentle callico, cut upon two double affable taffetas—ah, most neat, feat, and unmatchable! FLU. A notable voluble-tongued villain! PIO. I warrant this fellow was never begot without much prating. CAS. What, and is this she, sayest thou? GEO. Ay, and the purest she that ever you fingered since you were a gentleman: look how even she is; look how clean she is, ha! as even as the brow of Cynthia, and as clean as your sons and heirs when they ha’ spent all. CAS. Pooh! thou talkest—pox on’t, ’tis rough. GEO. How? is she rough? but if you bid pox on’t, sir, 'twill take away the roughness presently. FLU. Ha, signor, has he fitted your French curse? GEO. Look you, gentleman, here’s another; compare them, I pray, _compara Virgilium cum Homero_, compare virgins with harlots. CAS. Pooh! I ha’ seen better, and, as you term them, evener and cleaner. GEO. You may see further for your mind, but trust me you shall not find better for your body.

_Enter_ CANDIDO.

CAS. O, here he comes: let’s make as though we pass. Come, come, we’ll try in some other shop. CAN. How now? what’s the matter? GEO. The gentlemen find fault with this lawn, fall out with it, and without a cause too. CAN. Without a cause? And that makes you to let 'em pass away.— Ah, may I crave a word with you, gentlemen? FLU. He calls us. CAS. Makes the better for the jest. CAN. I pray come near. You’re very welcome, gallants; Pray pardon my man’s rudeness, for I fear me Has talk’d above a prentice with you. Lawns! [_Shewing lawns._ Look you, kind gentlemen, this—no—ay, this; Take this, upon my honest-dealing faith, To be a true weave; not too hard, nor slack, But e’en as far from falsehood as from black. CAS. Well, how do you rate it? CAN. Very conscionably; eighteen shillings a yard. CAS. That’s too dear. How many yards does the whole piece contain, think you? CAN. Why, some seventeen yards, I think, or thereabouts. How much would serve your turn, I pray? CAS. Why, let me see—would it were better too! CAN. Truth, ’tis the best in Milan, at few words. CAS. Well, let me have then—a whole pennyworth. CAN. Ha, ha! you’re a merry gentleman. CAS. A penn’orth, I say. CAN. Of lawn? CAS. Of lawn? ay, of lawn; a penn’orth. ’Sblood, dost not hear? a whole penn’orth: are you deaf? CAN. Deaf? no, sir; but I must tell you, Our wares do seldom meet such customers. CAS. Nay, and[47] you and your lawns be so squeamish, fare you well. CAN. Pray stay; a word, pray, signor: for what purpose is it, I beseech you? CAS. ’Sblood, what’s that to you? I’ll have a pennyworth. CAN. A pennyworth! why you shall: I’ll serve you presently. SEC. P. ’Sfoot, a pennyworth, mistress! VIO. A pennyworth! call you these gentlemen? CAS. No, no; not there. CAN. What then, kind gentleman? What, at this corner here? CAS. No, nor there neither; I’ll have it just in the middle, or else not. CAN. Just in the middle!—ha—you shall too: what, Have you a single penny? CAS. Yes, here’s one. CAN. Lend it me, I pray. FLU. An excellent followed jest! VIO. What, will he spoil the lawn now? CAN. Patience, good wife. VIO. Ay, that patience makes a fool of you.—Gentlemen, you might ha’ found some other citizen to have made a kind gull on besides my husband. CAN. Pray, gentlemen, take her to be a woman; Do not regard her language.—O, kind soul, Such words will drive away my customers. VIO. Customers with a murrain! call you these customers? CAN. Patience, good wife. [_Cuts the lawn._ VIO. Pax[48] a’ your patience! GEO. ’Sfoot, mistress, I warrant these are some cheating companions.[49] CAN. Look you, gentleman, there’s your ware; I thank you, I have your money here; pray know my shop, Pray let me have your custom. VIO. Custom, quoth 'a? CAN. Let me take more of your money. VIO. You had need so. PIO. Hark in thine ear; thou’st lost an hundred ducats. CAS. Well, well, I know’t: is’t possible that homo Should be nor man nor woman? not once mov’d, No, not at such an injury, not at all? Sure he’s a pigeon, for he has no gall. FLU. Come, come, you’re angry, though you smother it; You’re vex’d, i’faith; confess. CAN. Why, gentlemen, Should you conceit me to be vex’d or mov’d? He has my ware, I have his money for’t, And that’s no argument I’m angry; no, The best logician cannot prove me so. FLU. O, but the hateful name of a penn’orth of lawn! And then cut out i’ th’ middle of the piece! Pah, I guess it by myself, ['t]would move a lamb, Were he a linen-draper, 'twould, i’faith. CAN. Well, give me leave to answer you for that: We are set here to please all customers, Their humours and their fancies; offend none: We get by many, if we leese[50] by one. May be his mind stood to no more than that; A penn’orth serves him: and 'mongst trades ’tis found, Deny a penn’orth, it may cross a pound. O, he that means to thrive, with patient eye Must please the devil, if he come to buy! FLU. O wond’rous man, patient 'bove wrong or woe! How blest were men, if women could be so! CAN. And to express how well my breast is pleas’d And satisfied in all—George, fill a beaker: [_Exit_ GEORGE. I’ll drink unto that gentleman who lately Bestow’d his money with me. VIO. God’s my life, We shall have all our gains drunk out in beakers, To make amends for pennyworths of lawn!

_Re-enter_ GEORGE _with beaker._

CAN. Here, wife, begin you to the gentleman. VIO. I begin to him! [_Spills the wine._ CAN. George, fill’t up again: 'Twas my fault, my hand shook. [_Exit_ GEORGE. PIO. How strangely this doth show, A patient man link’d with a waspish shrow![51] FLU. A silver and gilt beaker! I’ve a trick To work upon that beaker; sure 'twill fret him; It cannot choose but vex him. [_Aside._]—Signor Castruchio, In pity to thee, I have a conceit Will save thy hundred ducats yet; 'twill do’t, And work him to impatience. CAS. Sweet Fluello, I should be bountiful to that conceit. FLU. Well, ’tis enough.

_Re-enter_ GEORGE _with beaker._

CAN. Here, gentleman, to you; I wish your custom; you’re exceeding welcome. [_Drinks._ CAS. I pledge you,[52] signor Candido.— [_Drinks._

Here you that must receive a hundred ducats. PIO. I’ll pledge them deep, i’faith, Castruchio.— Signor Fluello. [_Drinks._ FLU. Come, play’t off to me; I am your last man. CAN. George, supply the cup. [_Exit_ GEORGE, _who returns with beaker filled._ FLU. So, so, good, honest George.— Here, signor Candido, all this to you. CAN. O, you must pardon me; I use it not. FLU. Will you not pledge me then? CAN. Yes, but not that: Great love is shewn in little. FLU. Blurt[53] on your sentences! ’Sfoot, you shall pledge me all. CAN. Indeed I shall not. FLU. Not pledge me? ’Sblood, I’ll carry away the beaker then. CAN. The beaker! O, that at your pleasure, sir. FLU. Now, by this drink, I will. [_Drinks._ CAS. Pledge him; he’ll do’t else. FLU. So: I ha’ done you right on my thumbnail.[54] What, will you pledge me now? CAN. You know me, sir, I am not of that sin. FLU. Why, then, farewell: I’ll bear away the beaker, by this light. CAN. That’s as you please; ’tis very good. FLU. Nay, it doth please me; and, as you say, ’tis a very good one: farewell, signor Candido. PIO. Farewell, Candido. CAN. You’re welcome, gentlemen. CAS. Heart, not mov’d yet? I think his patience is above our wit. [_Exeunt_ CASTRUCHIO, FLUELLO _carrying off the beaker, and_ PIORATTO. GEO. I told you before, mistress, they were all cheaters. VIO. Why, fool! why, husband! why, madman! I hope you will not let 'em sneak away so with a silver and gilt beaker, the best in the house too.—Go, fellows, make hue and cry after them. CAN. Pray, let your tongue lie still; all will be well.— Come hither, George; hie to the constable, And in calm order wish[55] him to attach them; Make no great stir, because they’re gentlemen, And a thing partly done in merriment: ’Tis but a size above a jest, thou knowest; Therefore pursue it mildly. Go, begone; The constable’s hard by, bring him along; Make haste again. [_Exit_ GEORGE. VIO. O, you’re a goodly patient woodcock, are you not now? See what your patience comes to! every one saddles you, and rides you; you’ll be shortly the common stone-horse of Milan: a woman’s well holped up with such a meacock.[56] I had rather have a husband that would swaddle[57] me thrice a-day, than such a one that will be gulled twice in half an hour. O, I could burn all the wares in my shop for anger! CAN. Pray, wear a peaceful temper; be my wife, That is, be patient; for a wife and husband Share but one soul between them: this being known, Why should not one soul then agree in one? VIO. Hang your agreements! but if my beaker be gone—— [_Exit._

_Re-enter_ CASTRUCHIO, FLUELLO, PIORATTO, _and_ GEORGE.

CAN. O, here they come. GEO. The constable, sir, let 'em come along with me, because there should be no wondering: he stays at door. CAS. Constable, goodman Abra’m![58] FLU. Now, signor Candido, ’sblood, why do you attach us? CAS. ’Sheart, attach us! CAN. Nay, swear not, gallants; Your oaths may move your souls, but not move me: You have a silver beaker of my wife’s. FLU. You say not true; ’tis gilt. CAN. Then you say true; And being gilt, the guilt lies more on you. CAS. I hope you’re not angry, sir. CAN. Then you hope right; For I’m not angry. PIO. No, but a little mov’d. CAN. I mov’d? ’twas you were mov’d, you were brought hither. CAS. But you, out of your anger and impatience, Caus’d us to be attach’d. CAN. Nay, you misplace it: Out of my quiet sufferance I did that, And not of any wrath. Had I shewn anger, I should have then pursu’d you with the law, And hunted you to shame; as many worldlings Do build their anger upon feebler grounds; The more’s the pity! many lose their lives For scarce so much coin as will hide their palm; Which is most cruel. Those have vexed spirits That pursue lives. In this opinion rest, The loss of millions could not move my breast. FLU. Thou art a blest man, and with peace dost deal; Such a meek spirit can bless a commonweal. CAN. Gentlemen, now ’tis upon eating-time; Pray, part not hence, but dine with me to-day. CAS. I never heard a carter yet say nay To such a motion: I’ll not be the first. PIO. Nor I. FLU. Nor I. CAN. The constable shall bear you company— George, call him in.—Let the world say what it can, Nothing can drive me from a patient man. [_Exeunt._