SCENE III.

_A room in_ SWEETBALL’S _house_.

_Enter_ FRANKLIN _jun. and_ GEORGE CRESSINGHAM _disguised as before_, RALPH _carrying the stuffs and a yard-measure_, SWEETBALL, _and Boy_.

SWEET. Were it of greater moment than you speak of, noble sir, I hope you think me sufficient, and it shall be effectually performed. FRANK. JUN. I could wish your wife did not know it, coz; women’s tongues are not always tuneable; I may many ways requite it. SWEET. Believe me, she shall not, sir; which will be the hardest thing of all. FRANK. JUN. Pray you, despatch him then. SWEET. With the celerity a man tells gold to him. FRANK. JUN. He hits a good comparison. [_Aside._]—Give my waste-good your stuffs, and go with my cousin, sir; he’ll presently despatch you. RAL. Yes, sir. [_Gives stuffs to_ G. CRESSINGHAM. SWEET. Come with me, youth, I am ready for you in my more private chamber. [_Exeunt._ SWEETBALL _and_ RALPH. FRANK. JUN. Sirrah, go you shew your lady the stuffs, and let her choose her colour; away, you know whither.— Boy, prithee, lend me a brush i' the meantime.—Do you tarry all day now? G. CRES. That I will, sir, and all night too, ere I come again. [_Exit with the stuffs._ BOY. Here’s a brush, sir. [_Gives brush._ FRANK. JUN. A good child. SWEET. [_within_] What, Toby! BOY. Anon, sir. SWEET. [_within_] Why, when,[912] goodman picklock? BOY. I must attend my master, sir.—I come. FRANK. JUN. Do, pretty lad. [_Exit Boy._]—So, take water at Cole-Harbour:[913] An easy mercer, and an innocent[914] barber! [_Exit with the brush._