SCENE III.
Enter Strumbo, Trompart, Oliver, and William.
Strum.
Nay, neighbour Oliver, if you be so hot,
come, prepare yourself, you shall find two as stout
fellows of us, as any in all the North.
Oliv.
No, by my dorth7 note
, neighbour Strumbo; Ich
zee dat you are a man of small zideration, dat will
zeek to injure your old vreends, one of your vamiliar
guests; and derefore zeeing your pinion is to
deal withouten reazon, Ich and my zon William
will take dat course dat shall be fardest vrom reason.
How zay you? will you have my daughter or no?
Strum.
A very hard question, neighbour, but I
will solve it as I may. What reason have you to demand
it of me?
Will.
Marry sir, what reason had you, when my
sister was in the barn, to tumble her upon the hay, and
to fish her belly8 note
?
Strum.
Mass, thou say'st true. Well, but would
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you have me marry her therefore? No, I scorn her,
and you, and you: ay, I scorn you all.
Oliv.
You will not have her then?
Strum.
No, as I am a true gentleman.
Will.
Then will we school you, ere you and we
part hence.
[They fight.
Enter Margery. She snatches the staff out of her brother's hand, as he is fighting.
Strum.
Ay, you come in pudding-time, or else I
had dress'd them.
Mar.
You, master sawcebox, lobcock, cockscomb;
you, slopsawce, lickfingers, will you not hear?
Strum.
Who speak you to? me?
Mar.
Ay, sir, to you, John Lack-honesty, Little-wit.
Is it you that will have none of me?
Strum.
No, by my troth, mistress Nicebice* note. How
fine you can nick-name me! I think you were
brought up in the University of Bridewell, you have
your rhetorick so ready at your tongue's end, as if
you were never well warn'd when you were young.
Mar.
Why then, goodman Cods-head, if you will
have none of me, farewel.
Strum.
If you be so plain, mistress Driggle-draggle,
fare you well.
Mar.
Nay, master Strumbo, ere you go from
hence, we must have more words. You will have none
of me?
[They fight.
Strum.
Oh my head, my head! Leave, leave, leave;
I will, I will, I will.
Mar.
Upon that condition I let thee alone.
Oliv.
How now, master Strumbo? Hath my daughter
taught you a new lesson?
Strum.
Ay, but hear you, goodman Oliver; it will
not be for my ease to have my head broken every
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day: therefore remedy this, and we shall agree.
Oliv.
Well, zon, well, (for you are my zon now)
all shall be remedied. Daughter be friends with him.
[They shake hands. Exeunt Oliver, William, and Margery.
Strum.
You are a sweet nut; the devil crack you!
Masters, I think it be my luck. My first wife was a
loving quiet wench; but this, I think, would weary
the devil. I would she might be burnt as my other
wife was; if not, I must run to the halter for help.
O codpiece, thou hast done thy master* note
! this it
is to be meddling with warm plackets.
[Exeunt.
Edmond Malone [1780], Supplement to the edition of Shakspeare's plays published in 1778 By Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. In two volumes. Containing additional observations by several of the former commentators: to which are subjoined the genuine poems of the same author, and seven plays that have been ascribed to him; with notes By the editor and others (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10911].
