_A Street._
_Enter Jeweller’s Wife and Boy._
JEW. WIFE. Is my sweet knight coming? are you certain
he’s coming?
BOY. Certain, forsooth; I am sure I saw him out of the
barber’s shop, ere I would come away.
JEW. WIFE. A barber’s shop? O, he’s a trim knight! would
he venture his body into a barber’s shop, when he knows
’tis as dangerous as a piece of Ireland? O, yonder,
yonder he comes! Get you back again, and look you say as
I advised you.
BOY. You know me, mistress.
JEW. WIFE. My mask, my mask. [_Exit Boy._
_Enter_ KNIGHT, _and Lackey following at some distance_.
KNIGHT. My sweet Revenue!
JEW. WIFE. My Pleasure, welcome! I have got single; none
but you shall accompany me to the justice of peace, my
father’s.
KNIGHT. Why, is thy father justice of peace, and I not
know it?
JEW. WIFE. My father? i’faith, sir, ay; simply though I
stand here a citizen’s wife, I am a justice of peace’s
daughter.
KNIGHT. I love thee the better for thy birth.
JEW. WIFE. Is that your lackey yonder, in the
steaks[829] of velvet?
KNIGHT. He’s at thy service, my sweet Revenue, for thy
money paid for ’em.
JEW. WIFE. Why, then, let him run a little before, I
beseech thee; for, a’ my troth, he will discover us
else.
KNIGHT. He shall obey thee.—Before, sirrah, trudge.
[_Exit Lackey._]—But do you mean to lie at your father’s
all night?
JEW. WIFE. Why should I desire your company else?
KNIGHT. ’S foot, where shall I lie then?
JEW. WIFE. What an idle question’s that! why, do you
think I cannot make room for you in my father’s house as
well as in my husband’s? they’re both good for nothing
else.
KNIGHT. A man so resolute in valour as a woman in
desire, were an absolute leader. [_Exeunt._