The second Scœne.
Enter Sprvce by the middle Scœne.
Spruce your being my Ladies Gentleman Vsher, her preambulator
or her anteman must not protect you in the competition
of Mris Secretaries love.
Spruce.
Warrant, thou art a scribbed shred of basenesse
to twit me with my Ladies favours, and mine owne deservings.
Mris. Secretary is my Ladies gentlewoman, and
I will love her by priviledge.
Warr.
By priviledge Spruce! Thou art a Baboone of
formality, and an ape of court-ship. When I have kill'd
thee, and got my pardon, I will have thy skin stuff't; and
with a protection shew thee at countrey Faires and Markets
for a Ginney Pigmie.
Spruce.
Warrant, thou art the Epitome of my Masters authority,
and the abridgement of his justiceship.
Warr.
Spruce, thou art a very louse, bred in thy crosselegg'd
profession; that having suckt a little bloud of Gentility,
instead of thy usuall bread breakfast, art growne to a
saucy familiarity, with thy maintainers. Thou buy'st thy
laundry in Long-lane or Hounsditch with the impudenc
of a cheater.
Spruce.
Warrant, thou lyest.
Warr.
How I lie. That some-body were here to stand
betwixt us. Come not neere me, lest I blast thee with the
breath of my just indignation.
Spruce.
Keepe at distance Warrant, lest I lame thee, and
send thee from Constable to Constable in a Wheelebarrow.
Warr.
For this Spruce I will not compassionate the good
parts which my Lady commends in thee. Thy Fiddlesticke
shall not save thee; nor thy capring lift thee an inch
from the ground which I have laid for thy destruction.
Spruce.
Warrant, thou art the very parings of a Pedanticke
to flout the compleatnesse of education. Because thy
dulnesse is capable of no more then to frame Hetroclites
from mens names, and scribble a warrant or a mittimus by
a president; yet thou art a Justices Clerke.
Warr.
And thou a Ladies Gentleman Vsher, a bundle
of complementall follyes stitcht up with how-dee's. I
will send thee anon upon a visit to the Divell.
