_Scil_. I haue no appetite at all to live in the countrie any more; now, as they say, I have got a smacke on the Cittie. Slid, I thinke (as the proverbe goes) I was wrapt in my mother's smocke the day I was begotten, I thank the Goddesse _Cupid_ for it. I am so favourd of the Women, my hostes loves me execrably. _Accut_. Good reason, fooles make good sport. _Grac_. Sever, sever, ere wee bee discovered. _Ser_. Sir, the respective regard of your well governed partes do challenge a mellifluous species of enduement or contumelious estimation. _Grac_. Gentles, God save ye, well over-taken Gallants. _Scil_. Welcome, by the welkin. _Grac_. This is verie pleasant weather. _Ser_. Sir the ayre is frugall. _Grac_. Is that Gentleman of your Company? _Scil_. Our company sir, no, we are no companions for lame Souldiers. _Grac_. Propper man, pittie he is so regardles. A good legge, it seemes he has some greefe in it. _Scil_. Nay, and he be lame, ile talke to him; there's so many lustie knaves walkes now a daies will not sticke to give a man hard words, if he be not disposed to charitie. Harke ye sir, I understand ye are a propper man, and that you have a good legge. _Accut_. And what of that, Sir? _Scil_. What of that! slid, he answers me like a sturdie beggar alreadie! by the five elements, or sences, I aske ye for no hurt, ile bestowe my charitie as franke as-- _Acut_. Stoope and looke out, zounds a Gentleman cannot come by a misfortune in service or so, but everie foole wil ride him. Take that. [_Exit_. _Gra_. Sirra, stay, ile combat thee in his defence. _Serv_. Sir, be pacifical, the impotent must be lightly regarded. _Grac_. Give me leave Gentlemen, ile follow him. _Scil_. Nay, I pray you be malcontented, I have no great hurt, but in revenge hee's a rascall for using me so; he may thank God, discretion governed me, tis wel known I have always bene a man of peace; ile not strike yee the least mouse in anger, nor hurt the poorest Conney that goes in the street, for I know of fighting comes quarrelling, of quarrelling comes brawling, and of brawling growes hard words, and as the learned _puerelis_[259] writes, tis good sleeping in a whole skin. _Grac_. Sir, your discretion shall governe me at this time. Your name, I pray ye sir? _Scil_. My name is signior _Scillicet_. _Grac_. Even so sir? nay, sir, I doe not forget your Argument. _Enter Accutus_. _Acut_. Save ye, sir, saw ye not a Gentleman come this way even now, somewhat hurt in one of his Legges? _Scil_. He went by even now, sir; is he a friend of yours? _Acu_. A deare friend, and a propper Gentleman, sir. _Scil_. By the horison hee's a propper man indeede, he gave me the time of day as he went by, I have a gallon of wine for him at any time. If ye see anything in me worth Commendations, I pray ye commend me to him.