_De_. What's the mistry of this? Your addition? pray honour me to know it. _Un_. He that was Mr. _Underwit_ is made a Captaine; you may, if you please, take notice of his title. _De_. I beg your mercy, noble Captaine, and congratulate your addition of honour. It was Ignorance which, I professe, made me salute you with a wrong preface. Now, Capt., I shall bee proud to march under the ensigne of your favour. _Un_. Friend _Device_, how does thy body? I am thy vassall; servant is for porters, watermen & lacquies, & is no witt neither. You preserve your tropes and your elegancies? What fancies doe adorne to-day? If I were a Constable I might apprehend you for suspition you had robd a pedlar. Does this thatchd cottage head hold still in fashion? What paid you for this dead mans hair? Where's your night rail[228]? The last time I saw you was in _Fleetstreet_, when at Complement and bare to an other gentleman. I tooke him for a Barber and I thought you by the wide lynnen about your neck [to] have been under correction in the suds[229], sir. _De_. Wee are govern'd by the Mode, as waters by the Moone; but there are more changes in th'one than t'other. But does your Comand extend to the Sea or the land service? _Un_. I never see the Sea in my life, sir, nor intend it. _De_. You are not the first Captaine that has seene no service: 'tis time lost to travell for't when a man may bee a Comander at home. I never traveld myselfe. _Un_. No, Sir? _De_. And yet I understand garbes, from the elevation of your pole to the most humble galosh. _Un_. Can your hanches play well in these close cut breeches? they want but a pummell to distinguish 'em from Trouses[230]. _De_. O sir, there is a perfect geometry in these breeches; you doe not observe the morality of your fancie, nor the gentile play and poize of your Lemon, Orange or Melon: this is gentry. Why, I understand all the curiosities of the Mode to a Mathematicall point, and yet I never travaild in all my life for't. _Un_. These are extraordinary parts. Alas, a Captaine has but fifty or a hundred at most to looke after, and all they have not so much witt as your _French_ Lacquey. And what need any travaile to instruct them? I can teach them their motions by word of mouth: when they come to fight, my Countrymen will retreate naturally. _Enter Ladie and her Sister_. _Lady_. Now in revenge could I bee rich, but that I would not be a prisoner to my Chamber. These superstitions will make women doe Strange things sometymes. _Sis_. Of whome doe you thinke he should be jealous, sister? _Lady_. Of Duke _Eneas_ in the hanging. _Sis_. I hope he has no suspition of my servants, That, under the pretence of formall Courtship To mee, should ayme at his dishonour: there's One that would weare my livery. _Lady_. _Device_? Hang him, outside! no, my husband loves His folly and would have him the state foole, His garbes are so ridiculous.