ally one, the name was
called _Englands Ioy_;[xv:1] Marry, hee was no Poet that wrote it,
he drew more Connies in a purse-nette, then euer were taken at any
draught about London.

"_[Re]Enter Seruant._

"_Seru._ Sir, heres an Italian Harlaken come to offer a play to
your Lord-ship.

"_Sir Ant._ We willingly accept it. [_Exit Seruant._] Heark, Kempe:
Because I like thy iesture and thy mirth,
Let me request thee play a part with them.

"[_Enter Harlaken and Wife._]

"_Kem._ I am somewhat hard of study, and like your honor, but if
they well inuent any extemporall meriment, ile put out the small
sacke of witte I ha' left in venture with them.

"_S. Ant._ They shall not deny 't. Signior Harlaken, he is content.
I pray thee question him. _Whisper._

"_Kemp._ Now, Signior, how many are you in companie?

"_Harl._ None but my wife and my selfe, sir.

"_Kemp._ Your wife! why, hearke you; wil your wife do tricks in
publike?

"_Harl._ My wife can play.

"_Kemp._ The honest woman, I make no question; but how if we cast a
whores part or a courtisan?

"_Harl._ Oh, my wife is excellent at that; she's practisd it euer
since I married her, tis her onely practise.

"_Kemp._ But, by your leaue, and she were my wife, I had rather
keepe her out of practise a great deale.

"_Sir Anth._ Yet since tis the custome of the countrie,
Prithe make one, conclude vpon the proiect:
We neither looke for Schollership nor Arte,
But harmlesse mirth, for thats thy vsuall part.

"_Kemp._ You shall finde me no turne-coate. _[Exit Sir Anth.]_ But
the proiect, come; and then to casting of the parts.

"_Harl._ Marry, sir, first we will haue an old Pantaloune.

"_Kemp._ Some iealous Coxcombe.

"_Harl._ Right, and that part will I play.

"_Kemp._ The iealous Cox-combe?

"_Harl._ I ha plaid that part euer since--

"_Kemp._ Your wife plaid the Curtizan.

"_Harl._ True, and a great while afore: then I must haue a peasant
to my man, and he must keepe my wife.

"_Kemp._ Your man, and a peasant, keepe your wife! I haue knowne a
Gentleman keepe a peasants wife, but 'tis not vsuall for a peasant
to keepe his maisters wife.

"_Harl._ O, 'tis common in our countrey.