_Cit._ No sir, Yes sir, If you were not resolv'd to play the Jacks, What need you study for new subjects, Purposely to abuse your betters? Why could not you be contented, As well as others, With the Legend of _Whittington_, Or the life and death of Sir _Thomas Gresham_? With the building of the _Royal Exchange_? Or the storie of Queen _Elenor_, With the rearing of _London bridge_ upon Woollsacks? _Pro._ You seem to be an understanding man: What would you have us do sir? _Cit._ Why? Present something notably In honor of the Commons of the City. _Pro._ Why, What do you say, to the life and death of fat _Drake_, Or the repairing of Fleet Privies? _Cit._ I do not like that, But I will have a Citizen, And he shall be of my own Trade. _Pro._ Oh, You should have told us your mind A month since, Our Play is ready to begin now. _Cit._ 'Tis all one for that, I will have a Grocer, And he shall do admirable things. _Pro._ What will you have him do? _Cit._ Marry I will have him-- _Wife._ Husband, Husband. _Wife below, Ralph below._ _Ralph._ Peace, Mistriss. _Wife._ Hold thy peace _Ralph_, I know what I do, I warrant ye. Husband, Husband. _Cit._ What say'st thou Conie? _Wife._ Let him kill a Lion with a Pestle Husband, Let him kill a Lion with a Pestle. _Cit._ So he shall, I'll have him kill a Lion with a pestle. _Wife._ Husband, Shall I come up Husband? _Cit._ I Cony. _Ralph_, help your Mistriss this way: Pray Gentlemen make her a little room, I pray you sir Lend me your hand to help up my Wife: I thank you sir. So. _Wife._ By your leave Gentlemen all, I'm something troublesome, I'm a stranger here, I was ne'r at one of these Plays, [a]s they say, before; But I should have seen _Jane Shore_ once, And my Husband Hath promised me any time this Twelvemonth, To carrie me to the _Bold Beauchams_, But in truth he did not; I pray you bear with me. _Cit._ Boy, Let my Wife and I have a couple of stools, And then begin, And let the Grocer do rare things. _Pro._ But sir, We have never a Boy to play him, Every one hath a part already. _Wife._ Husband, Husband, For gods sake let _Ralph_ play him, Beshrew me if I do not think He will go beyond them all. _Cit._ Well remembred wife, Come up _Ralph_, I'll tell you Gentlemen, Let them but lend him a suit of reparrel, and necessaries, And by gad, If any of them all blow wind in the tail on him, I'll be hang'd.