[COCLEDEMOY _puts on a coxcomb on_ MULLIGRUB'S _head_.] I will put on your good worship's nightcap whilst I shave you. So, mum, hang toasts! Faugh, _via!_[49] sparrows must peck and Cocledemoy munch. 77 _Mul._ Ha, ha, ha! Twenty-five couple of Spanish jennets to dance the old measures. Andrew makes my worship laugh, i'faith. Dost take me for an ass, Andrew?--dost know one Cocledemoy in town? He made me an ass last night, but I'll ass him! Art thou free, Andrew? Shave me well--I shall be one of the common council shortly--and then, Andrew--why, Andrew, Andrew, dost leave me in the suds? CANTAT. Why, Andrew, I shall be blind with winking. Ha! Andrew--wife--Andrew, what means this? Wife!--my money, wife! 88 _Enter_ Mistress MULLIGRUB. _Mistress Mul._ What's the noise with you? What ail you? _Mul._ Where's the barber? _Mistress Mul._ Gone. I saw him depart long since. Why, are not you trimm'd? _Mul._ Trimm'd! O wife! I am shaved. Did you take hence the money? _Mistress Mul._ I touch'd it not, as I am religious. _Mul._ O Lord! I have wink'd fair. _Enter_ HOLIFERNES. _Hol._ I pray, godfather, give me your blessing. _Mul._ O Holifernes--O where's thy mother's Andrew? 100 _Hol._ Blessing, godfather! _Mul._ The devil choke thee! where's Andrew, thy mother's man? _Hol._ My mother hath none such, forsooth. _Mul._ My money--fifteen pounds--plague of all Andrews! who was't trimm'd me? _Hol._ I know not, godfather; only one met me, as I was coming to you, and borrowed my furniture, as he said, for a jest' sake. _Mul._ What kind of fellow? 110 _Hol._ A thick, elderly, stub-bearded fellow. _Mul._ Cocledemoy, Cocledemoy! Raise all the wise men in the street! I'll hang him with mine own hands! O wife! some _rosa solis_.[50] _Mistress Mul._ Good husband, take comfort in the Lord; I'll play the devil, but I'll recover it. Have a good conscience, 'tis but a week's cutting[51] in the term! _Mul._ O, wife! O, wife! O, Jack! how does thy mother? Is there any fiddlers in the house? _Mistress Mul._ Yes, Master Creak's[52] noise? 120 _Mul._ Bid 'em play, laugh, make merry; cast up my accounts, for I'll go hang myself presently. I will not curse, but a pox on Cocledemoy; he has poll'd and shaved me, he has trimm'd me! [_Exeunt._ [46] Old eds. "fiest." _Fist_ is a term of contempt (= fister, stinkard). "_Vessifier_, to breed a _fyste_, to make breake wind or let a fyste."--_Cotgrave._ [47] A grave stately dance. [48] _Noise_ in old writers usually means a company of musicians.