[24] [Halliwell's "New Illustrations of the Life of Shakespeare," 1875, pp. 29, 30, where a curious anecdote of him is given.] [25] The title of "All's Lost by Lust" might, at least with equal propriety, be given to the others. [26] [In the old copy and by Dilke the name is given as _Bruin_.] [27] [See further Stow, edit. 1720, bk. i. p. 21.] [28] [This and the two following plays were in Warburton's collection of MSS. dramas, and appear to have perished.] [29] [Chalmers, and after him Dilke, confounded Samuel with William Rowley, supposing the latter to be the writer of the historical play on the reign of Henry VIII. 4o, 1605, 1613, &c.] [30] [Hazlitt's "Handbook," in _v_.] DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING HENRY III. MOUNTFORD. PEMBROKE. ARUNDEL. CARDINAL. LORD MAYOR. OLD FOSTER. ALDERMAN BREWEN. STEPHEN, _brother to Old Foster_. ROPERT, _son to Old Foster_. SIR GODFREY SPEEDWELL, } _suitors to Jane_. INNOCENT LAMBSKIN, } RICHARD, _factor to Old Foster_. GEORGE, _factor to Brewen_. DOCTOR. HOST BOXALL. JACK, } DICK, } _Gamesters_. HUGH, } ROGER, _the clown, servant to the Widow_. KEEPER OF LUDGATE. WIDOW, _the woman never vex'd_. MISTRESS FOSTER, _wife to Old Foster_. JANE, _daughter to Brewen_. JOAN, _servant to Widow_. A NEW WONDER: A WOMAN NEVER VEXED.[31] ACT I., SCENE I. _Enter_ OLD FOSTER, ALDERMAN BREWEN, _and two_ _factors_,[32] RICHARD _and_ GEORGE. O. FOS. This air has a sweet breath, Master Brewen. BREW. Your partner, sir. O. FOS. Ay, and in good, I hope: this halcyon gale Plays the lewd wanton with our dancing sails, And makes 'em big[33] with vaporous embryo.[34] BREW. 'Tis no more yet; but then our fraught is full, When she returns laden with merchandise, And safe deliver'd with our customage. O. FOS. Such a delivery heaven send us; But time must ripen it. Are our accounts made even? GEORGE. To the quantity of a penny, if his agree with mine. What's yours, Richard? RICH. Five hundred sixty pounds. Read the gross sum of your broadcloths. GEORGE. 68 pieces at B, ss, and l; 57 at l, ss, and o.[35] RICH. Just: lead nineteen ton. O. FOS. As evenly we will lay our bosoms As our bottoms, with love as merchandise, And may they both increase t' infinities. BREW. Especially at home; that golden traffic, love, Is scantier far than gold; and one mine of that More worth than twenty argosies[36] Of the world's richest treasure. O. FOS. Here you shall dig [_Laying his hand on his breast_], and find your lading. BREW. Here's your exchange: and, as in love, So we'll participate in merchandise.