Vio. Reach me those cambrics, and the lawns hither.
Cand. What to do, wife? to lavish out my goods upon a fool?
Fus. Fool? Snails, eat the fool, or I’ll so batter your crown, that it shall scarce go for five shillings.
2nd Pren. Do you hear, sir? you’re best be quiet, and say a fool tells you so.
Fus. Nails, I think so, for thou tellest me.
Cand. Are you angry, sir, because I named the fool?
Trust me, you are not wise in my own house,
And to my face to play the antic thus:
If you needs play the madman, choose a stage
Of lesser compass, where few eyes may note
Your action’s error: but if still you miss,
As here you do, for one clap, ten will hiss.
Fus. Zounds, cousin, he talks to me, as if I were a scurvy tragedian.
2nd Pren. Sirrah George, I ha’ thought upon a device, how to break his pate, beat him soundly, and ship him away.
Geo. Do’t.
2nd Pren. I’ll go in, pass through the house, give some of our fellow-prentices the watch-word when they shall enter; then come and fetch my master in by a wile, and place one in the hall to hold him in conference, whilst we cudgel the gull out of his coxcomb. [Exit 2nd Prentice.