Pe. Tush, tush! ’tis no fit sauce for such sweet mutton,
I know not what t’ advise.
Re-enter Security with his wife’s gown.
Sec. Knight, knight, a rare device!
Pe. ’Swounds, yet again!
Qu. What stratagem have you now?
Sec. The best that ever. You talk of disguising?
Pe. Ay, marry, gossip, that’s our present care.
Sec. Cast care away then; here’s the best device
For plain Security (for I am no better)
I think, that ever lived: here’s my wife’s gown,
Which you may put upon the lawyer’s wife, 310
And which I brought you, sir, for two great reasons;
One is, that Master Bramble may take hold
Of some suspicion that it is my wife,
And gird me so perhaps with his law-wit;
The other (which is policy indeed)
Is, that my wife may now be tied at home,
Having no more but her old gown abroad,
And not show me a quirk, while I firk others.
Is not this rare?
Ambo. The best that ever was.
Sec. Am I not born to furnish gentlemen? 320