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Scene. I.
Peny-boy. Iv.Fitton. Shvnfield. Almanack. Madrigal, Canter. Picklocke.
Come, Gentlemen, let's breath from healths a while.
This Lickfinger has made vs a good dinner,
For our Pecunia: what shal's doe with our selues,
While the women water? and the Fidlers eat?
Fit.
Let's ieere a little.
P. Iv.
Ieere? what's that?
Shv.
Expect, Sr.
Alm.
We first begin with our selues, & then at you,
Shv.
A game we vse.
Mad.
We ieere all kind of persons
We meere withall, of any rancke or quality,
And if we cannot ieere them, we ieere our selues.
P. Ca.
A pretty sweete society! and a gratefull!
Pic.
'Pray let's see some.
Shv.
Haue at you, then Lawyer.
They say, there was one of your coate in Bet'lem, lately,
Alm.
I wonder all his Clients were not there.
Mad.
They were the madder sort.
Pic.
Except, Sir, one
Like you, and he made verses.
Fit.
Madrigall,
A ieere.
Mad.
I know.
Shv.
But what did you doe, Lawyer?
When you made loue to Mistresse Band, at dinner.
Mad.
Why? of an Aduocate, he grew the Clyent.
P. Iv.
Well play'd, my Poet.
Mad.
And shew'd the Law of nature
Was there aboue the Common-Law.
Shv.
Quit, quit,
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Call you this ieering? I can play at this,
'Tis like a Ball at Tennis.
Fit.
Very like,
But we were not well in.
Alm.
'Tis indeed, Sir.
When we doe speake at volley, all the ill
We can one of another.
Shv.
As this morning,
(I would you had heard vs) of the Rogue your Vncle.
Alm
That Mony-bawd.
Mad.
We call'd him a Coat-card
O'the last order.
P. Iv.
What's that? a Knaue?
Mad.
Some readings haue it so, my manuscript
Doth speake it, Varlet.
P. Ca.
And your selfe a Foole
O'the first ranke, and one shall haue the leading
O'the right-hand file, vnder this braue Commander.
P. Iv.
What saist thou, Canter?
P. Ca.
Sir, I say this is
A very wholesome exercise, and comely.
Like Lepers, shewing one another their scabs.
Or flies feeding on vlcers.
P. Iv.
What Newes Gentlemen?
Ha' you any newes for after dinner? me thinks
We should not spend our time vnprofitably.
P. Ca.
They neuer lie, Sir, betweene meales, 'gainst supper
You may haue a Bale or two brought in.
Fit.
This Canter,
Is an old enuious Knaue!
Alm.
A very Rascall!
Fit.
I ha' mark'd him all this meale, he has done nothing
But mocke, with scuruy faces, all wee said.
Alm.
A supercilious Rogue! he lookes as if
He were the Patrico—
Mad.
Or Arch-priest o'Canters,
Shv.
Hee's some primate metropolitan Rascall,
Our shot-clog makes so much of him.
Alm.
The Law,
And he does gouerne him
P. Iv.
What say you, Gentlemen?
Fit.
We say, we wonder not, your man o' Law,
Should be so gracious wi' you; but how it comes,
This Rogue, this Canter!
P. Iv.
O, good words.
Fit.
A fellow
That speakes no language—
Alm.
But what gingling Gipsies,
And Pedlers trade in—
Fit.
And no honest Christian
Can vnderstand—
P. Ca.
Why? by that argument,
You all are Canters, you, and you, and you,
He speakes to all the Ieerers.
All the whole world are Canters, I will proue it
In your professions.
P. Iv.
I would faine heare this,
But stay, my Princesse comes, prouide the while,
I'll call for't anone. How fares your Grace?
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