ENTER MACILENTE AND DELIRO.
MACI. Tut, sir, you did bear too hard a conceit of me in that; but I will
not make my love to you most transparent, in spite of any dust of suspicion
that may be raised to cloud it; and henceforth, since I see it is so
against your humour, I will never labour to persuade you.
DELI. Why, I thank you, signior; but what is that you tell me may concern
my peace so much?
MACI. Faith, sir, 'tist hus. Your wife's brother, signior Fungoso, being
at supper to-night at a tavern, with a sort of gallants, there happened
some division amongst them, and he is left in pawn for the reckoning. Now,
if ever you look that time shall present you with an happy occasion to do
your wife some gracious and acceptable service, take hold of this
opportunity, and presently go and redeem him; for, being her brother, and
his credit so amply engaged as now it is, when she shall hear, (as he
cannot himself, but he must out of extremity report it,) that you came, and
offered y ourself so kindly, and with that respect of his reputation; why, the
benefit cannot but make her dote, and grow mad of your affections.
DELI. Now, by heaven, Macilente, I acknowledge myself exceedingly indebted
to you, by this kind tender of your love; and I am sorry to remember that I
was ever so rude, to neglect a friend of your importance. -- Bring me shoes
and a cloak here. -- I was going to bed, if you had not come. What tavern
is it?
MACI. The Mitre, sir.
DELI. O! Why, Fido! my shoes. -- Good faith, it cannot but please her
exceedingly.
ENTER FALLACE.
FAL. Come, I marle what piece of night-work you have in hand now, that you
call for a cloak, and your shoes: What, is this your pander?
DELI. O, sweet wife, speak lower, I would not he should hear thee for a
world --
FAL. Hang him, rascal, I cannot abide him for his treachery, with his wild
quick-set beard there. Whither go you now with him?
DELI. No, whither with him, dear wife; I go alone to a place, from whence
I will return instantly. -- Good Macilente, acquaint not her with it by any
means, it may come so much the more accepted; frame some other answer. --
I'll come back immediately.
[EXIT.
FAL. Nay, an I be not worthy to know whither you go, stay till I take
knowledge of your coming back.
MACI. Hear you, mistress Deliro.
FAL. So, sir, and what say you?
MACI. Faith, lady, my intents will not deserve this slight respect, when
you shall know them.
FAL. Your intents! why, what may your intents be, for God's sake?
MACI. Troth, the time allows no circumstance, lady, therefore know this
was but a device to remove your husband hence, and bestow him securely,
whilst, with more conveniency, I might report to you a misfortune that hath
happened to monsieur Brisk -- Nay, comfort, sweet lady. This night, being
at supper, a sort of young gallants committed a riot, for the which he only
is apprehended and carried to the Counter, where, if your husband, and
other creditors, should but have knowledge of him, the poor gentleman were
undone for ever.
FAL. Ah me! that he were.
MACI. Now, therefore, if you can think upon any present means for his
delivery, do not foreslow it. A bribe to the officer that committed him
will do it.
FAL. O lord, sir! he shall not want for a bribe; pray you, will you
commend me to him, and say I'll visit him presently.
MACI. No, lady, I shall do you better service, in protracting your
husband's return, that you may go with more safety.
FAL. Good truth, so you may; farewell, good sir. [EXIT MACI.] -- Lord,
how a woman may be mistaken in a man! I would have sworn upon all the
Testaments in the world he had not loved master Brisk. Bring me my keys
there, maid. Alas, good gentleman, if all I have in this earthly world
will pleasure him, it shall be at his service.
[EXIT.
MIT. How Macilente sweats in this business, if you mark him!
COR. Ay, you shall see the true picture of spite, anon: here comes the
pawn and his redeemer.