_Enter_ SELDOM _[and] his wife_ GRACE, _working as in their shop_. GRACE. Husband, these gloves are not fit for my wearing; I'll put 'em into the shop, and sell 'em: you shall give me a plain pair for them. SEL. This is wonderful, wonderful! this is thy sweet care and judgment in all things: this goodness is not usual in our wives. Well, Grace Seldom, that thou art fair is nothing, that thou art well-spoken is nothing, that thou art witty is nothing, that thou art a citizen's wife is nothing; but, Grace, that thou art fair, that thou art well-spoken, that thou art witty, that thou art a citizen's wife, and that thou art honest, I say--and let any man deny it that can, it is something, it is something; I say, it is Seldom's something, and for all the sunshine of my joy, mine eyes must rain upon thee. _Enter_ MOLL CUT-PURSE, _with a letter_. MOLL. By your leave, Master Seldom, have you done the hangers I bespake for the knight? SEL. Yes, marry have I, Mistress _hic_ and _hæc;_[87] I'll fetch 'em to you. [_Exit._ MOLL. Zounds! does not your husband know my name? if it had been somebody else, I would have called him cuckoldy slave. GRACE. If it had been somebody else, perhaps you might. MOLL. Well, I may be even with him; all's clear. Pretty rogue, I have longed to know thee this twelve months, and had no other means but this to speak with thee. There's a letter to thee from the party. GRACE. What party? MOLL. The knight, Sir John Love-all. GRACE. Hence, lewd impudent! I know not what to term thee, man or woman, For, Nature, shaming to acknowledge thee For either, hath produc'd thee to the world Without a sex: some say thou art a woman, Others a man: and many, thou art both Woman and man, but I think rather neither, Or man and horse, as the old centaurs were feign'd. MOLL. Why, how now, Mistress What-lack-ye? are you so fine, with a pox? I have seen a woman look as modestly as you, and speak as sincerely, and follow the friars as zealously,[88] and she has been as sound a jumbler as e'er paid for't: 'tis true, Mistress Fi'penny, I have sworn to leave this letter. GRACE. D'ye hear, you Sword-and-target (to speak in your own key), Mary Ambree, Long Meg.[89] Thou that in thyself, methinks, alone Look'st like a rogue and whore under a hedge; Bawd, take your letter with you, and begone, When next you come, my husband's constable, And Bridewell is hard by: you've a good wit, And can conceive---- _Enter_ SELDOM, _with hangers_. SEL. Look you, here are the hangers. MOLL. Let's see them. Fie, fie! you have mistook me quite, They are not for my turn. B'w'ye, Mistress Seldom. [_Exit._ _Enter_ LORD PROUDLY. GRACE. Here's my Lord Proudly. PROUDLY. My horse, lackey! is my sister Honour above? SEL. I think her ladyship, my lord, is not well, and keeps her chamber. PROUDLY. All's one, I must see her: have the other ladies dined?