_Pe._ Nay, then, what kind of figent wit hast thou? A sailor's cap?--how shall she put it off When thou present'st her to our company? _Qu._ Tush, man, for that, make her a saucy sailor. 299 _Pe._ Tush, tush! 'tis no fit sauce for such sweet mutton, I know not what t' advise. _Re-enter_ SECURITY _with his wife's gown_. _Sec._ Knight, knight, a rare device! _Pe._ 'Swounds, yet again! _Qu._ What stratagem have you now? _Sec._ The best that ever. You talk of disguising? _Pe._ Ay, marry, gossip, that's our present care. _Sec._ Cast care away then; here's the best device For plain Security (for I am no better) I think, that ever lived: here's my wife's gown, Which you may put upon the lawyer's wife, 310 And which I brought you, sir, for two great reasons; One is, that Master Bramble may take hold Of some suspicion that it is my wife, And gird me so perhaps with his law-wit; The other (which is policy indeed) Is, that my wife may now be tied at home, Having no more but her old gown abroad, And not show me a quirk, while I firk others. Is not this rare? _Ambo._ The best that ever was. _Sec._ Am I not born to furnish gentlemen? 320 _Pe._ O my dear gossip! _Sec._ Well hold, Master Francis; watch when the lawyer's out, and put it in. And now I will go fetch him. [_Exit._ _Qu._ O my dad! he goes as 'twere the devil to fetch the lawyer; and devil shall he be, if horns will make him. _Pe._ Why, how now, gossip? why stay you there musing? _Sec._ A toy, a toy runs in my head, i'faith. 330 _Qu._ A pox of that head! is there more toys yet? _Pe._ What is it, pray thee, gossip? _Sec._ Why, sir, what if you should slip away now with my wife's best gown, I having no security for it? _Qu._ For that I hope, dad, you will take our words. _Sec._ Ay, by th' mass, your word--that's a proper staff For wise Security to lean upon! But 'tis no matter, once I'll trust my name On your crack'd credits; let it take no shame. Fetch the wench, Frank. [_Exit._ _Qu._ I'll wait upon you, sir, 340 And fetch you over, you were ne'er so fetch'd. Go to the tavern, knight; your followers Dare not be drunk, I think, before their captain. [_Exit._ _Pe._ Would I might lead them to no hotter service Till our Virginian gold were in our purses! [_Exit._ [55] One of many allusions that show the early popularity of Shakespeare's play. [56] "Blue coat"--the livery of a serving-man. [57] Ulcerous swelling. [58] A variation of the snatch sung by Ophelia.