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Enter Brainsick, ffewtricks, Clutch, Shackell, & att t'h'other doare Mountayne hastily &c. Brainsick meetes him wt h. both hands at his breast &c./
Brain:
And doe I walke gods earth agen?

ffew:
I Sr., but there are Devills att yor. elboe,

Brain:
Swigg?

Mount:
Were not this fellowe alreadie vndone, nay lost,
Heere were as good battery towards it, as I could wishe—
—The humblest of yor. Creepers, noble Squire,

Brain:
I ken the man, and the spruce knave is wittie,

[OMITTED]Mount.
Noe Sr, alas I am simple, your belieueinge Goldsmith,
«Y»'are in my Creed, by which Ile nere be saved;,
[OMITTED]belieue thee; Hic vir, est Nebulo, et Carnifex profecto,
[OMITTED]weete blossome of a hopefull fruite, Conster mee that,
[OMITTED]ffitt fruite, for the fatall Tree, I shall,
Hic vir, this man.

[OMITTED]Mount:
(Thats I)

ffew:
Est, is, Nebulo, my Neighbour, et, and, Carnifex,
A carefull fellowe, Profecto, for his profitt,

Mount:
Thats right, thankes prettie Crawefishe,

Brain:
Mountaine,?

Mount
Sr,?

Brain:
Shall I newe Christen thee,?

Clutch.
Nothinge but need, for to my knowledge
The fellowe is a perfect Iewe,

Brain:
Mountaine is too loftie, Molehill were too lowe,
The knavishe mediocritie, would suite well,
The lesser Bancks, or, the little Mountebancke;

Mount:
Troth Sr I com̄end your true iest,
It speakes my ≼son and Condicōn right,

ffew:
But Sr. if I may make bould,?

Mount:
Bee bould, my Pregnant youth,

ffew:
Mee thinks,
This habite for a London Cittizen
Is most improper,

Mount:
Most proper, my proper Squire
I am a Cittizen of the [wild] wide world,
I trade, wt h many Nations & all sorts of men,
Would I confine my selfe, wt h in our walls,
I could skipp, from Merchant, to Merchant,
As the Squerrell from Nutt, to Nutt,
And cracke them all as fast;

Clutch.
Blessinge on thee,

Mount.
When I am in my formalities, my Cittie Livery,
I conceive, the ould iest was meant mee,
Though it be Gowne, & hood, mee thinkes
I haue, a Cloake for my knavery,
And then I am as grave, as the wisest,—

ffew:
And, as arrant a knave as the best;

Mount:
Sr will you bestowe this Toye on mee?

hee twiches [OMITTED] him round[OMITTED]
Brain:
ffor what vse I prethee?

Mount:
I would sett him, in an Aldermans Signett,
In stead, of a Toade stone,

ffew:
I will lye in the Lee, for a nicke, to this affront,

Mount:
Are theis your Goalers Sr?

Boath
Wee are his Keepers?

Mount
Keepers,?—Rogues.

Shack:
Keepe that to your selfe Sr,!

Mount:
Some Cittizens arrest you such, as bate
Theire Libertie, by which they sharke, to feed,
Haue not a friend that pitties, nor one penny
To come of all their fortune, yett are such
Pent vpp, the scurfe & burden of the Goale
Vntill they rott, poore fruiteles envie, I
Trust farr more desperately then any man
Nowe when it proves soe, I doe cease them, and
Com̄itt them too,—my gentle mercye Slaves
Vnto the new Plantacōns, there the Rogues
Sweate, & stinke mee out, a newe Prentishipp,

Brain:
Would I were there too, but that ther's neu'
A Taverne in the whole Countrey, water
And Barmoodos Tobaccoe, is such dyett,

ffew:
Why hence it comes then, that the Heathens are
Soe pestered with your broaken Cittizens,

Mount.
Right, I haue a Legion there, and I intend
Shortly to visitt them.,

ffew:
Yes, I pray doe, and byde by't there a little,
The Heathen people, may better yor. Condicōns;

Brain:
Walke off victorious ffewtricks, letts to ye. Taverne,
That my humour may rise a little, or the Play's mar'd,
I am a Cupp of sacke too lowe,

Exeunt manet Mount
Mount:
Blessinge on the Cracke, Oh that my Boyes had
Such quaveringe witts, yt. I might cheate in Consorte;