_Cap_. Why, this was spoke like one of us; canst doo't Agen? thy voice is more authentick, soundes As I have heard a Cavalliers in taverne, Or like the merry master of the _Dragon_, Small _Neptune_, that controlls the rich Canaries, When he Comaunds the Tritons of his cellar 'Skud, and bring wine, you varlotts, with a flavour For my Nobilitie.' Wee were conspiring To goe to'th taverne. _Cou_. Ile make one, gentlemen, to wash away some melancholy. _Cap_. Spoke boldlie, like an _Argonaute_. _Cou_. I am not now in _London_, Upon a hall day marching with the puisnes, Twenty on's in a teame, to _Westminster_ In our torne gownes, embroiderd with _Strand_ dirt, To heare the Law. _Cap_. Is not thy father dead, thou talkst so well? How I was cosend in thee: come away. _Enter Thomas_. _Un_. Here's my man _Thomas_. _Cap_. Now the Newes, Sir _Tristram_. _Tho_. Oh the Gentleman is mad. _Un_. What gentleman? _Tho_. Why, Mr. Engine that did faint last night. _Un_. With feare of being hang'd for his projections. _Cou_. My Uncle told me of him. _Cap. Let him to _Bedlam_ then; what makes he here? Clean straw and a good whip are held restoratives. _Tho_. He walkes and talkes the madliest; twenty midwives Are nothing to him, he drownes all their noise. His tongue is twenty ring of Bells, and yett He seemes so merry. _Enter Engine_. _En_. Save you, gentlemen, gallants, Cavalliers. How farre travell you: me thinkes you are very finely accomodated. Are you a Doctor, sir? _Cap_. No, but I can tell you how to purge, and please you. _En_. You say very well. Troth, gentlemen you must pardon me: cry you mercy, your name is Captaine _Underwit_. _Un_. Yes, sir, but my mother came of the _Over-muches_ by the _Peake_. She broke my father's hart, and Sir _Richard_ buried her: things must be as please the starres. _En_. What thinke you of the blazeing starre in _Germany_? according to _Ptolmy_ tis very strange. Does the race hold at _Newmarket_ for the Cup[254]? When is the Cocking, gentlemen? There are a parcell of rare Jewells to be sold now, and a man had money. I doe meane to build a very fine house next summer and fish ponds. What did you heare of the new play. I am afraid the witts are broke; there be men will make affidavit that [they] have not heard a good jest since _Tarleton_[255] dyed. Pray, may I crave your name, sir? _Cou_. My name is _Courtwell_, sir. _En_. In your eare; I have a cast of the best Marlins[256] in England, but I am resolv'd to goe no more by water but in my Coach. Did you ever see the great ship?[257] _Cap_. I have been one of twenty that have dind in her lanterne. _En_. It may be so; she is a good sailer. But ile tell you one thing: I intend to have the best pack of hounds in _Europe_; Sir Richard loves the sport well. And then if I can but find out the reason of the loadstone I were happie and would write _Non Ultra_. _Cap_. The philosophers stone were better in my opinion. Have you no project to gett that?