Every Man in his Humour | ||
Act I, Scene iii
[Enter] MATTHEWMATTHEW
I think this be the house: what ho?
COB
[Within]
Who's there?
[Opens the door]Oh, Master Matthew! Gi' your worship good morrow.
MATTHEW
What! Cob! How dost thou, good Cob? Dost thou inhabit here, Cob?
COB
Aye, sir, I and my lineage ha' kept a poor house here, in our days.
MATTHEW
Thy lineage, Monsieur Cob, what lineage? What lineage?
COB
Why, sir, an ancient lineage, and a princely. Mine ance'try came from a king's belly, no worse man; and yet no man neither (by your worship's leave, I did lie in that) but Herring the king of fish, from his belly I proceed, one o' the monarchs o' the world, I assure you. The first red herring that was broiled in Adam and Eve's kitchen do I fetch my pedigree
MATTHEW
Why mighty? Why mighty, I pray thee?
COB
Oh, it was a mighty while ago, sir, and a mighty great cob.
MATTHEW
How know'st thou that?
COB
How know I? Why, I smell his ghost, ever and anon.
MATTHEW
Smell a ghost? Oh unsavoury jest! And the ghost of a herring, Cob!
COB
Aye, sir, with favour of your worship's nose, Master Matthew, why not the ghost of a herring-cob, as well as the ghost of rasher-bacon?
MATTHEW
Roger Bacon, thou would'st say?
COB
I say rasher-bacon. They were both broiled o' the coals? And a man may smell broiled meat, I hope? You are a scholar: upsolve me that, now.
MATTHEW
Oh raw ignorance! Cob, canst thou show me of a gentleman, one Captain Bobadill, where his lodging is?
COB
Oh, my guest, sir, you mean!
MATTHEW
Thy guest! Alas! Ha, ha.
COB
Why do you laugh, sir? Do you not mean Captain Bobadill?
MATTHEW
Cob, 'pray thee, advise thyself well: do not wrong the gentleman, and thyself too. I dare be sworn, he scorns thy house. He! He lodge in such a base, obscure place, as thy house! Tut, I know his disposition so well, he would not lie in thy bed, if thou'dst gi'it him.
COB
I will not give it him, though, sir. Mass, I thought somewhat was in't, we could not get him to bed all night! Well, sir, though he lie not o' my bed, he lies o' my bench: an't please you to go up, sir, you shall find him with two cushions under his head, and his cloak wrapped about him, as though he had neither won nor lost, and yet, I warrant, he ne'er cast better in his life than he has done tonight.
MATTHEW
Why? Was he drunk?
COB
Drunk, sir? You hear not me say so. Perhaps he swallowed a tavern-token, or some such device, sir: I have nothing to do withal. I deal with water, and not with wine. Gi'me my tankard there, ho. God b'w'you, sir. It's six o'clock: I should ha' carried two turns, by this. What ho! My stopple! Come.
MATTHEW
Lie in a water-bearer's house! A gentleman of his havings! Well, I'll tell him my mind.
[Enter TIB, carrying the tankard and stopple]
COB
What, Tib, show this gentleman up to the Captain.
[Exit TIB and MATTHEW]Oh, an' my house were the Brazen-head now, faith, it would e'en speak, 'Mo' fools yet'. You should ha' some now would take this Master Matthew to be a gentleman, at the least. His father's an honest man, a worshipful fishmonger, and so forth; and now does he creep and wriggle into acquaintance with all the brave gallants about the town, such as my guest is (oh, my guest is a fine man), and they flout him invincibly. He useth every
[Exit]
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