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Scene 2.

Tipto.
Burst. Huffle. Fly.
Come, let'vs take in fresco, here, one quart.

Bur.
Two quarts, my man of war, let'vs not be stinted.

Huf.
Aduance three iordans, varlet o'the house.

Tip.
I do not like your Burst, Bird; He is sawcy:
Some Shop-keeper he was?

Fly.
Yes, Sir.

Tip.
I knew it.
A broke-wing'd Shop-keeper? I nose 'hem, streight.
He had no Father, I warrant him, that durst own him;
Some soundling in a stall, or the Church porch;
Brought vp it'he Hospitall; and so bound Prentise;
Then Master of a shop: then one o'th Inquest;
Then breakes out Bankrupt; or starts Alderman:
The originall of both is a Church-porch—

Fli.
Of some, my Colonel.

Tip.
Good fayth, of most!
O'your shop Citizens, th'are rude Animals!
And let 'hem get but ten mile out a towne
Th'out swagger all the wapen-take.

Fli.
What's that?

Tip.
A Saxon word, to signifie the hundred.

Bur.
Come let vs drinke, Sir Glorious, some braue health
Vpon our tip-toos.

Tip.
To the health o'the Bursts.

Bu.
Why Bursts?

Ti.
Why Tipto's?

Bu.
O' I cry you mercy!

Tip.
It is sufficient.

Huf.
What is so sufficient?

Tip.
To drinke to you is sufficient.

Huf.
On what terms?

Tip.
That you shall giue security to pledge me.

Huf.
So you will name no Spaniard, I will pledge you.

Tip.
I rather choose to thirst: and will thirst euer,
Then leaue that creame of nations, vn-cry'd vp.
Perish all wine, and gust of wine.

Huf.
How spill it?
Spill it at me?

Tip.
I wrek not, but I spilt it.

Fli.
Nay pray you be quiet, noble bloods.

Bur.
No Spaniards,
I crie, with my cossen Huffle.

Huf.
Spaniards? Pilchers?

Tip.
Do not prouoke my patient blade. It sleep's,
And would not heare thee: Huffle, thou art rude,
And dost not know the Spanish composition.

Bur.
What is the Recipe? Name the ingredients.

Tip.
Valor.

Bur.
Two ounces!

Tip.
Prudence.

Bur.
Half a dram!

Tip.
Iustice.

Bur.
A peny weight!

Tip.
Religion.

Bur.
Three scruples!

Tip.
And of grauida'd

Bur.
A facefull!

Tip.
He carries such a dose of it in his lookes,
Actions, and gestures, as it breeds respect,
To him, from Sauages, and reputation
With all the sonnes of men.

Bur.
Will it giue him credit
With Gamesters, Courtiers, Citizens, or Tradesmen?

Tip.
Hee'll borrow money on the stroke of his beard!
Or turne off his Mustaccio! His meere cuello,
Or Ruffe about his necke is a Bill of Exchange
In any Banke, in Europe! Not a Marchant
That sees his gate, but straight will furnish him
Vpon his pale!

Huf.
I haue heard the Spanish name
Is terrible, to children in some Countries;
And vs'd to make them eat—their bread and butter:
Or take their worm-seed.

Tip.
Huffle, you doe shuffle.

—to them: Stuffe, Pinnacia.
Bur.
Slid heers a Lady!

Huf.
And a Lady gay!

Tip.
A well-trimm'd Lady!

Huf.
Lett's lay her a boord.

Bur.
Lett's haile her first.

Tip.
By your sweet fauour, Lady,

Stu.
Good Gentlemen be ciuill, we are strangers.

Bur.
And you were Flemings, Sir!

Huf.
Or Spaniards!

Tip.
The'are here, haue beene at Seuil i'their dayes,
And at Madrid too!

Pin.
He is a foolish fellow,
I pray you minde him not, He is my Protection.

Tip.
In your protection, he is safe, sweet Lady.
So shall you be, in mine.

Huf.
A share, good Coronell.

Tip.
Of what?

Huf.
Of your fine Lady! I am Hodge,
My name is Huffle.

Tip.
Huffling Hodge, be quiet.

Bur.
And I pray you, be you so, Glorious Coronel,
Hodge Huffle shall be quiet.

Huf.
A Lady gay, gay.
For she is a Lady gay, gay, gay. For she's a Lady gay.

Tip.
Bird o' the Vespers, Uespertilio, Burst;
You are a Gentleman, o' the first head,
But that head may be broke, as all the Body is—
Burst, if you tie not vp your Huffle, quickly.

Huf.
Tie dogs, not man.

Hur.
Nay pray thee, Hodge, be still.

Tip.
This steele here rides not, on this thigh, in vaine.

Huf.
Shew'st thou thy steele, & thigh, thou glorious Dirt,
Then Hodge sings Sampson, and no ties shall hold.

—Peirce. Iug. Iorden. To them.
Pei.
Keepe the peace gentlemen: what do you mean?

Tip.
I will not discompose my selfe, for Huffle.

Pin.
You see what your entreaty, and pressure still
Of gentlemen, to be ciuill, doth bring on?
A quarrell? and perhaps man-slaughter? You
Will carry your goose about you, stil? your planing Iron?
Your tongue to smooth all is not here fine stuffe?

Stu.
Why wife?

Pin.
Your wife? ha'not I forbiden you that?
Doe you thinke I'le call you husband i'this gowne,
Or any thing, in that iacket, but Protection?
Here tie my shooe; and shew my vellute petticote,
And my silke stocking! why doe you make me a Lady,
If I may not doe like a Lady, in fine clothes.

Stu.
Sweet heart, you may doe what you will, with me.

Pin.
I; I knew that at home; what to doe with you;
But why was I brought hither? to see fashions?

Stu.
And weare them too, sweet heart, but this wild Company—

Pin.
Why doe you bring me in wild Company?
You'd ha'me tame, and ciuill, in wild Company?
I hope I know, wild Company are fine Company,
And in fine Company, where I am fine my selfe,
A Lady may doe any thing, deny nothing
To a fine party, I haue heard you say't.

—To them Peirce.
Pei.
There are a Company of Ladies aboue
Desire your Ladiships Company, and to take
The surety of their lodgings, from the affront
Of these halfe-beasts, were heere een now, the Centaures,

Pin.
Are they fine Ladies?

Pei.
Some very fine Ladies.

Pin.
As fine as I?

Pei.
I dare vse no comparisons,
Being a seruant, sent—

Pin.
Spoke, like a fine fellow!
I would thou wert one; I'de not then deny thee:
But, thank thy Lady.

—To them Host.
Hos.
Madam, I must craue you
To afford a Lady a visit, would excuse
Some harshnesse o'the house, you haue receiu'd
From the brute ghests.

Pin.
This's a fine old man!
I'ld goe with him an' he were a little finer!

Stu:
You may sweet heart, it is mine Host.

Pin.
mine Host!

Host.
Yes madame, I must bid you welcom.

Pin.
Do then.

Stu.
But doe not stay.

Pin.
I'le be aduis'd by you, yes!