Goodlack. [_Aside_.] If not impeach her, My purpose is to seek to marry her. If she deny me, I’ll conceal the will, Or, at the least, make her compound for half-- Save you, [_To_ Bess] fair gentlewoman. Bess. You are welcome, sir. Goodlack. I hear say there’s a whore here, that draws wine. I am sharp set, and newly come from sea, And I would see the trash. Bess. Sure, you mistake, sir. If you desire attendance, and some wine, I can command you both.--Where be these boys? Goodlack. Are you the mistress? Bess. I command the house. Goodlack. Of what birth are you, pray? Bess. A tanner’s daughter. Goodlack. Where born? Bess. In Somersetshire. Goodlack. A trade-fallen tanner’s daughter go so brave![2.36] Oh! you have tricks to compass these gay clothes. Bess. None, sir, but what are honest. Goodlack. What’s your name? Bess. Bess Bridges most men call me. Goodlack. Y’are a whore. Bess. Sir, I will fetch you wine, to wash your mouth; It is so foul, I fear’t may fester, else: There may be danger in’t. Goodlack. [_Aside_.] Not all this move her patience! Bess. Good, sir, at this time I am scarce myself, By reason of a great and weighty loss That troubles me.--[_Notices the ring given to him by_ Spencer]--But I should know that ring. Goodlack. How! this, you baggage? It was never made To grace a strumpet’s finger. Bess. Pardon, sir; I both must and will leave you. [_Exit_. Goodlack. Did not this well? This will stick in my stomach. I could repent my wrongs done to this maid; But I’ll not leave her thus: if she still love him, I’ll break her heart-strings with some false report Of his unkindness. _Re-enter_ Clem. Clem. You are welcome, gentleman. What wine will you drink? Claret, metheglin, or muscadine? Cider, or perry, to make you merry? Aragoosa,[2.37] or peter-see-me[2.38]? Canary, or charnico[2.39]? But, by your nose, sir, you should love a cup of malmsey: you shall have a cup of the best in Cornwall. Goodlack. Here’s a brave drawer, will quarrel with his wine. Clem. But if you prefer the Frenchman before the Spaniard, you shall have either here of the deep red grape, or the pallid white. You are a pretty tall gentleman; you should love high country wine: none but clerks and sextons love Graves wine. Or, are you a married man, I’ll furnish you with bastard,[2.40] white or brown, according to the complexion of your bedfellow. Goodlack. You rogue, how many years of your prenticeship have you spent in studying this set speech? Clem. The first line of my part was “Anon, anon, sir;” and the first question I answered to, was loggerhead, or blockhead--I know not whether. Goodlack. Speak: where’s your mistress? Clem. Gone up to her chamber. Goodlack. Set a pottle of sack in the fire, and carry it into the next room. [_Exit_.