ACADEMICO. No, thou art a mere mark for good wits to shoot at: and in that suit thou wilt make a fine man to dash poor crows out of countenance. [_Aside_. AMORETTO. She is my Moon, I her Endymion. ACADEMICO. No, she is thy shoulder of mutton, thou her onion: or she may be thy Luna, and thou her lunatic. [_Aside_. AMORETTO. I her Aeneas, she my Dido is. ACADEMICO. She is thy Io, thou her brazen ass, Or she Dame Phantasy, and thou her gull; She thy Pasiphae, and thou her loving bull.[84] [_Aside_. ACTUS II, SCAENA 4. _Enter_ IMMERITO _and_ STERCUTIO, _his father_. STERCUTIO. Son, is this the gentleman that sells us the living? IMMERITO. Fie, father! thou must not call it selling: thou must say, Is this the gentleman that must have the _gratuito_? ACADEMICO. What have we here? old truepenny come to town, to fetch away the living in his old greasy slops? Then, I'll none: the time hath been when such a fellow meddled with nothing but his ploughshare, his spade, and his hobnails; and so to a piece of bread and cheese, and went his way. But now these fellows are grown the only factors for preferment. [_Aside_.] STERCUTIO. O, is this the grating gentleman? And how many pounds must I pay? IMMERITO. O, thou must not call them pounds, but thanks. And, hark thou, father; thou must tell of nothing that is done, for I must seem to come clear to it. ACADEMICO. Not pounds, but thanks? See, whether this simple fellow that hath nothing of a scholar, but that the draper hath blacked him over, hath not gotten the style of the time. [_Aside_.] STERCUTIO. By my faith, son, look for no more portion. IMMERITO. Well, father, I will not--upon this condition, that when thou have gotten me the _gratuito_ of the living, thou wilt likewise disburse a little money to the bishop's poser;[85] for there are certain questions I make scruple to be posed in. ACADEMICO. He means any question in Latin, which he counts a scruple. O. this honest man could never abide this popish tongue of Latin. O, he is as true an Englishman as lives. [_Aside_.] STERCUTIO. I'll take the gentleman, now he is in a good vein, for he smiles. AMORETTO. Sweet Ovid, I do honour every page. ACADEMICO. Good Ovid, that in his lifetime lived with the Getes; and now, after his death, converseth with a barbarian. [_Aside_.] STERCUTIO. God be at your work, sir. My son told me you were the grating gentleman; I am Stercutio his father, sir, simple as I stand here. AMORETTO. Fellow, I had rather given thee an hundred pounds than thou shouldst have put me out of my excellent meditation: by the faith of a gentleman, I was wrapp'd in contemplation. IMMERITO. Sir, you must pardon my father: he wants bringing up. ACADEMICO. Marry, it seems he hath good bringing up, when he brings up so much money. [_Aside_.]