Act 2, Scene II

Scene: The Street.

Enter Pandar and Mercer.

Pandar.
Sir, what may be done by art shall be done; I wear not this black cloak for nothing.
Mercer.
Perform this, help me to this great heir by learning, and you shall want no black cloaks; taffaties, silk-grograms, satins, and velvets are mine; they shall be yours, perform what you have promised; and you shall make me a lover of sciences; I will study the learned languages, and keep my shop-book in Latin.
Pandar.
Trouble me not now; I will not fail you within this hour at your shop.
Mercer.
Let art have her course.
[Exit.

Enter JULIA.

Pandar.
'Tis well spoken.—Madonna!
Julia.  
Hast thou brought me any customers?
Pandar.
No.
Julia.  
What the devil dost thou in black?
Pandar.
As all solemn professors of settled courses, cover my knavery with it. Will you marry a citizen, reasonably rich and unreasonably foolish, silks in his shop, money in his purse, and no wit in his head?
Julia.  
Out upon him! I could have been otherwise than so; there was a knight swore he would have had me, if I would have lent him but forty shillings to have, redeem'd his cloak, to go to church in.
Pandar.
Then your waistcoat-waiter shall have him; call her in.
Julia.  
Francissina!
Francissina. [Within.]
Anon.
Julia.  
Get you to the church, and shrive yourself, for you shall be richly married anon.
Pandar.
And get you after her. I will work upon my citizen whilst he is warm; I must not suffer him to consult with his neighbours: The openest fools are hardly cozened, if they once grow jealous.
[Exeunt.