SCENE V.
Enter Timothy.
Tim. By your leave, gentlemen.
Plot. Master Timothy!
Welcome from the new world. I look'd you should
Ha' past through half the signs in heaven by this,
And ha' convers'd with the dolphins. What! not gone
To sea with your father?
Tim. No, faith, I do not love
To go to sea; it makes one lousy, lays him
In wooden sheets, and lands him a preservative
Against the plague: besides, my mother was
Afraid to venture me.
Plot. Believe't, she's wise
Not to trust such a wit to a thin frail bark,
Where you had sail'd within three inches of
Becoming a Jonas. Besides the tossing, to have
All the fierce blust'ring faces in the map
Swell more tempestuously upon you than
Lawyers preferr'd or trumpeters. And whither
Were you bound now?
Tim. I only came to have
Your judgment of my suit.
Plot. Surely the tailor
Has done his part.
Tim. And my mother has done hers;
For she has paid for't. I never durst be seen
Before my father out of duretta[192] and serge:
But if he catch me in such paltry stuffs,
To make me look like one that lets out money,
Let him say, "Timothy was born a fool."
Before he went, he made me do what he list;
Now he's abroad, I'll do what I list. What
Are these two? Gentlemen?
Plot. You see they wear
Their heraldry.
Tim. But I mean, can they roar,
Beat drawers, play at dice, and court their mistress?
I mean forthwith to get a mistress?
Plot. But
How comes this, Master Timothy? you did not
Rise such a gallant this morning.
Tim. All's one for that.
My mother lost her maidenhead that I
Might come first into the world; and, by God's lid,
I'll bear myself like the elder brother, I.
D'you think, I'll all days of my life frequent
Saint Antlins, like my sister? Gentlemen,
I covet your acquaintance.
Bright. Your servant, sir.
New. I shall be proud to know you.
Tim. Sir, my knowledge
Is not much worth. I'm born to a small fortune;
Some hundred thousand pound, if once my father
Held up his hands in marble, or kneel'd in brass.
What are you? inns-of-court men?
New. The catechism
Were false, should we deny it.
Tim. I shall shortly
Be one myself; I learn to dance already,
And wear short cloaks. I mean in your next masque
To have a part: I shall take most extremely.
Bright. You will inflame the ladies, sir: they'll strive,
Who shall most privately convey jewels
Into your hand.
New. This is an excellent fellow.
Who is't?
Plot. Rich Seathrift's son, that's gone to sea
This morning with my uncle.
Bright. Is this he
Whose sister thou shouldst marry? The wench that brings
Ten thousand pound?
Plot. My uncle would fain have me [marry her];
But I have cast her off.
Bright. Why?
Plot. Faith, she's handsome,
And had a good wit; but her schoolmistress
Has made her a rank Puritan.
New. Let's take him
Along with us, and Captain Quartfield shall show him.
Plot. 'Twill be an excellent comedy; and afterwards
I have a project on him.
Tim. Gentlemen,
Shall we dine at an ordinary? You
Shall enter me among the wits.
Plot. Sir, I
Will but shift clothes, then we'll associate you,
But first you shall with us, and see a lady
Rich as your father's chests and odd holes,[193] and
Fresh as Pygmalion's mistress, newly waken'd
Out of her alabaster.
Tim. Lead on:
I long to see a lady, and to salute her. [Exeunt.