Act 3 — SCENE II.
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A Street.
Enter Knight and Jeweller’s Wife.
Knight. It stands upon the frame of my reputation, I protest, lady.
Jew. Wife. Lady? that word is worth an hundred angels[887] at all times, for it cost more: if I live till to-morrow night, my sweet Pleasure, thou shalt have them.
Knight. Could you not make ’em a hundred and fifty, think you?
Jew. Wife. I’ll do my best endeavour to multiply, I assure you.
Knight. Could you not make ’em two hundred?
Jew. Wife. No, by my faith——
Knight. Peace; I’ll rather be confined in the hundred and fifty.
Jew. Wife. Come e’en much about this time, when taverns give up their ghosts, and gentlemen are in their first cast[888]——
Knight. I’ll observe the season.
Jew. Wife. And do but whirl the ring a’ th’ door once about: my maid-servant shall be taught to understand the language.
Knight. Enough, my sweet Revenue.
Jew. Wife. Good rest, my effectual Pleasure.
[Exeunt.[889]
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