_Pe._ The woman is your learned counsel's wife, The lawyer, Master Bramble; whom would you 240 Bring out this even in honest neighbourhood, To take his leave with you, of me your gossip, I, in the meantime, will send this my friend Home to his house, to bring his wife disguised, Before his face, into our company; For love hath made her look for such a wile, To free her from his tyrannous jealousy. And I would take this course before another, In stealing her away to make us sport, And gull his circumspection the more grossly; 250 And I am sure that no man like yourself Hath credit with him to entice his jealousy To so long stay abroad as may give time To her enlargement, in such safe disguise. _Sec._ A pretty, pithy, and most pleasant project! Who would not strain a point of neighbourhood For such a point device? that as the ship[62] Of famous Draco went about the world, Will wind about the lawyer, compassing The world himself; he hath it in his arms, 260 And that's enough for him, without his wife. A lawyer is ambitious, and his head Cannot be praised nor raised too high, With any fork of highest knavery. I'll go fetch her straight. [_Exit_ SECURITY. _Pe._ So, so. Now, Frank, go thou home to his house, 'Stead of his lawyer's, and bring his wife hither, Who, just like to the lawyer's wife, is prison'd With his[63] stern usurous jealousy, which could never Be over-reach'd thus but with over-reaching. 270 _Re-enter_ SECURITY. _Sec._ And, Master Francis, watch you th' instant time To enter with his exit: 'twill be rare, Two fine horn'd beasts!--a camel and a lawyer! _Qu._ How the old villain joys in villainy! _Sec._ And hark you, gossip, when you have her here, Have your boat ready, ship her to your ship With utmost haste, lest Master Bramble stay you. To o'er-reach that head that out-reacheth all heads, 'Tis a trick rampant!--'tis a very quiblin![64] I hope this harvest to pitch cart with lawyers, 280 Their heads will be so forked. This sly touch Will get apes to invent a number such. [_Exit._ _Qu._ Was ever rascal honey'd so with poison? He that delights in slavish avarice, Is apt to joy in every sort of vice. Well, I'll go fetch his wife, whilst he the lawyer's. _Pe._ But stay, Frank, let's think how we may disguise her upon this sudden. 288 _Qu._ God's me! there's the mischief! But hark you, here's an excellent device: 'fore God, a rare one! I will carry her a sailor's gown and cap, and cover her, and a player's beard. _Pe._ And what upon her head? _Qu._ I tell you, a sailor's cap! 'Slight, God forgive me! what kind of figent[65] memory have you?