JUS. TUT. When should this be? O. SMALL. As I am by my counsel well-informed, This very day. JUS. TUT. Tut, it cannot be, Some ten miles hence I saw the maid last night. O. SMALL. Maids may be maids to-night, and not to-morrow. Women are free, and sell their maidenheads, As men sell cloth by yard and handful; But if you chance to see your sister widow, Comfort her tears, and say her daughter's match'd With one that has a knocker to his father-- An honest, noble knight. JUS. TUT. Stand close, knight, close, And mark this captain's humour. His name is Puff. He dreams as he walks, and thinks no woman _Enter_ CAPTAIN PUFF. Sees, him, but is in love with him. PUFF. 'Twere brave, If some great lady through a window spied me, And straight should love me. Say, she should send Five thousand pound unto my lodging, And crave my company! with that money I would make three several cloaks, and line them With black, crimson, and tawny three-pil'd velvet; I would eat at Chare's ordinary, and dice At Antony's: then would I keep my whore In beaten velvet, and have two slaves to tend her. O. SMALL. Ha, ha, ha! PUFF. What, my case of Justices? What, are you eavesdropping? or do you think Your tawny coats with greasy facings here Shall carry it? Sir Oliver Small-shanks, Know my name is Puff, knight; thee have I sought To fright thee from thy wits. JUS. TUT. Nay, good Sir Puff, We have too many madmen already. PUFF. How? I tell thee, Justice Tutchin, not all Thy bailiffs, serjeants, busy constables, Defeasants, warrants, or thy mittimuses, Shall save his throat from cutting, if he presume To woo the widow yclipped[377] Taffata: She is my wife by oath. Therefore, take heed: Let me not catch thee in the widow's house: If I do, I'll pick thy head upon my sword, And piss in thy very visnomy; beware, beware! Come there no more; a captain's word Flies not so fierce as doth his fatal sword. [_Exit_ PUFF. O. SMALL. How like you this? shall we endure this thunder, Or go no further? JUS. TUT. We will on, Sir Oliver, We will on; let me alone to touch him. I wonder how my spirit did forbear To strike him on the face: had this been spoke Within my liberties, h' had died for it. _Re-enter_ CAPTAIN PUFF. O. SMALL. I was about to draw. PUFF. If you come there, Thy beard shall serve to stuff those balls, by which I get me heat at tennis.