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I am satisfied good M. Harringsfield touch king your friend, and since I see you have left his dangerous company, I limit you to be a welcome guest unto my Table. Taber: the news with thee? The Scholar is it not. Two scholars; My house hath not place for two, thus it shall be. Taber admit them both, we though unlearned will hear them two dispute, and he that of the two seems the best read, shall be received, the other quite cashiered. This approves him to be excellent, but I thank my breeding I understand not a word, you tong-men you whose wealth lies in your brains; Not in your bud gets here me: Be it known, my house affords room for one Schoolmaster but not for more. And I am thus resolved, take you that side gentle sir Boniface, and sir pos assess you that. He of you two in arguing proves the best. To him will I subscribe are you agreed. A Cord about my neck, sir Boniface. Speak do you use me well. I find my self abused. I warrant you he hath his answer ready. Confess him and Ass, speak obscene words after entreat thee to resolve thy questions. Do that, possese the place. Sir Boniface is sick already and calls possit, no marvel, being so threatened. This Scholar works by magic he hath made him confess himself and Ass. Fie, fie, no more of these words good sir Boniface. I would not h we him teach my children so for more then I am worth. I'll never be so baudy whilst I live, nor any of mine I hope. y Boniface, it is those maribo , that makes you talk so broadly? What does he mean by that. I Beleeu't: But if sir Boniface still continued these lessons, He'l, speak the French tun we perfect. You have no reason: good sir Timothy, The place is yours. Sir Timothy not possible. I'll not believe it. Sir Timothy, there is some Gold in earnest, I Like you well take into your tuition, My daughter Gratiana; the news Taber. Admit him. He is my only son, and she I take as your only daughter, what should hinder then, To make a match between them, (well 'tis well 'tis good I Like it) I will make her Jointure three hundred pounds a year. All's good, I Like it, welcome M. Chartly. Thou art no child of ine Unless thou bidst him welcome. This I presume To be your father's hand. And this his seal at Arms. Refase no Chain nor Jewels, heart nor would worser, but in exchange of these bestow thy self thine own deer self upon him. My promise isle perform sir Timothy, you shall have all your wages duly paid. Mere cosnidge, knavery, I tide my self to no conditions. In which such guile is practised, come son Chartly, To cut of all disasters incident. To these proceedings we will sollemnise These Nuptial rites with all speed possible. Look to the Maid she faints. Nay if it be no otherwise, on gentlemen. Let those with her strive to recover her. Keep off, the disease is infectious: What of your father, Son? We'll see my son take horse. Yes, not to f le. At half and hour passed six, or before seven. Farewell good fellow, At the Wisewomans house I know it well: Perhaps sh knows some danger touching me. I'll keep mine hour. Brother Chartly; I am glad to see you. And blame me not to look amazedly, To see you hear. Come come, you're welcome. And now isle turn my strangeness to true joy, I am glad to see you well, and safe recovered Oh your late grievous sickness. But by your favour brother, Then let me have my wonder back again. You are Pleasant, And it becomes you well, w lcome again, The rather you are come just to the wedding. That you should ask that question: Why of my daughter Grace. Of whom, but of your . I wonder brother Chartly, and my friend, You should thus play on . Nay, then I see: You'll stir my patience, know this forward match took its first birth from you. From you. Peruse this letter, know you your own hand. Was well that I reserved, your hand a witness Against your tongue, you had best deny the Jointure, Of the three hundred pounds made to my daughter, 'Tis that I know you aim at, but your seal. I can bear more then this, heap wrong on wrong, and isle support it all, I for this time Will cast my spleen behind me, and yet hear me, This letter your son Chartly as from you, Delivered me. I Like the motion well. Why then the Jack your hand did counterfeit. Some hour ago, he mounted and rid post. To give you visit whom he said lay sick Upon your deathbed. Indeed it did, your welcome is a subject. I cannot use too oft, welcome again, I am sorry you this night must sup alone: For I am elsewhere called about some business, Concerning what I know not, hours run on. I must to Hogsden, high time I were gone. Gramercy friend, how now; whats here to do A pretty wench and a close chamber too. Thanks most fair. And isle attend her friend, Of all those doubts I long to know the end:: What young Chartly? It cannot be. Vile boy thou darest not be so impudent. When did I meet thee, seek or sue to thee: When? Name the day, the month, the hour, the year. Vild boy, No at all? Now I bethink me this our meeting here is wondrous strange, call in the Gentlewoman that owns this house. Oh, I remember him. Would, then though sawest them whispering with my Daughter. How then, thou knave? Why Taber, that sad talk was whispering. What said the unthrift, Taber, tell me knave? Tell me, good knave, what did the unthrift say? Here sirrah, take thy Quarters wages aforehand, and tell me all their words, and what their greeting was at their first encounter; hold thine hand. Just in the neck, man? Would, and what conference passed betwixt them, Taber? I, but what said he? But spoke he nothing else? Why man, all this was nothing. Have you my Daughters, that you covet mine? So hope not I. Sir, Sir, my Daughters young, and you a Gentleman unknown, Sencer? would, Sencer? Oh Sir, your name I now remember well, it's ranked 'mo st thrifts, dicers, swaggerers, and drunkards: were no ou brought before me, some month since, for beating of the Watch, by the same token, I sent you to the Counter? Why Sir, what cause had you to Beatrice the Watch, and raise a midnight tumult in the streets? As how, I pray you? Oh, you're a Gallant! is that Gentleman A Suitor too? He can prevail with neither: Gentlemen, If you will come to revel, you are welcome; If to my Table, welcome; if to use me In any grateful Office, welcome too: But if you come as Suitors, there's the door. I say the door. Sir, but you shall not. Taber! where's that knave? Where's Taber? Show them the door. Yes, and forewarn it too. When I receive thee gladly to mine ho see, And wage thy stay, thou shalt have , Doubt not, thou shalt. Here's a strange Humourist, To come a wooing. Taber, are they gone? A proper Scholar, pray him to come . Sir, you may call me nicknames: if you love me, speak in your Mother-tongue; or at the , if Lear ning be so much allied unto you, that Latin unawares slows from your lips: to make your mind with my knowledge, pray utter it in English: what's your name? Will you tell it to no men. I'll entertain none ever I know their names: Nay, if you be so dainty of your name, You are not for my service. Not for twenty Nobles: Trust me, I will not buy your name so deer. Friend, friend, to cut off all vain circumstance, Tell me your name, and answer me directly, Plainly, and to my understanding too, Or I shall leave you: here's a deal of gibberish. Nay, nay, make me no bones, but do't. Why this is somewhat Like, Sir Boniface, Give me thine hand, thou art a proper man, And in my judgement, a great Scholar too: What shall I give thee by the year? I cannot leave my Mills, they're farmed already, The stipend that I give, shall be in money. I understand my English, that I know; What's more then Modern, does surpass my reach. Sir Bonifa , come to me two days hence, You shall receive and answer; I have now, Matters of some import that trouble me, Thou shouldst be else dispatched. You shall not have me at Saint Magnes, my house is here in . Ey, in you shall hear of me, Sir Bonif. He shall instruct my children; and to thee, Fair , read the Latin tongue, Sir Boniface, you fool. Come Daughter, if things fallen out as I intend, My thoughts shall peace have, and these troubles end. Ey and the more the inconstant youth to spite. When I do that, enjoy my full consent, To marry Graciana.
Plot summary
Plot — The Wise Woman of Hogsdon
Chartley and Boister are both in love with Luce, but Luce insists on marriage before sex; Chartley agrees, but wants the marriage to remain a secret for a month, after which his inheritance will be secure. Their plans are overheard by Chartley’s former fiancée, another Luce, who was jilted by him on the eve of her wedding day, and who has come to London after him in disguise. She gets herself hired as a page by the Wise Woman of Hoxton, who takes a hand when Chartley offends her. He is privately married at the Wise Woman’s house, though not to Luce as he thinks, but to the second Luce (which the Wise Woman, taking the latter for a boy, thinks is just a prank); Luce herself is also married, not to Chartley as she thinks but to the masked Boister. The Wise Woman then furthers the confusion by having the two Luces change clothes, so that each new husband will mistake his wife. Senser woos Gratiana, who prefers his friend Haringfield; but when her father learns they come as suitors, he has them thrown out. Senser boasts that he will return, be welcome, and even be hired to stay; Sir Harry promises that in that event he will consent to the marriage. Senser duly fulfils the condition: Sir Harry seeks a Latin tutor for Gratiana, and the disguised Senser gets the job after making the other candidate, Sir Boniface, sound inept and bawdy in Latin. Chartley arrives to woo Gratiana, whom he has seen in the street: he brings with him a forged letter from his father offering a good financial settlement if they marry, along with money and jewels he has taken from Luce. When Senser intervenes, Sir Harry reneges on his promise. Luce faints on seeing that Chartley plans a bigamous marriage to Gratiana. She, Senser, and Boister all visit the Wise Woman, who undertakes to prevent the wedding and win Luce for Boister’s wife. Senser lures all the relevant parties to Hoxton: Chartley to visit Luce, excusing his absence by claiming that his father has just died; Gratiana to buy a dress; and Sir Harry to visit the Wise Woman. On the way, Sir Harry meets Old Chartley, who is not dead but come to London to look for his son, and who follows Sir Harry to Hoxton. The second Luce hides all the visitors separately around the house, and they all watch Chartley’s assignation with Luce. Confronted by the spectators in turn, Chartley tries each time to put the blame on ===== PAGE 461 ===== 1623 someone else, only to have that person appear next. The Wise Woman resolves the confused…