_Enter_ BUBBLE, SCATTERGOOD, STAINES, _and_ SERVANT. SER. Sir, the gentlemen are come already. SIR LIONEL. How, knave? the gentlemen? SER. Yes, sir: yonder they are. SIR LIONEL. God's precious! we are too tardy: let one be sent presently to meet the girls, and hasten their coming home quickly. How, dost thou stand dreaming! [_Exit_ SERVANT.] Gentlemen, I see you love me, you are careful of your hour; you may be deceived in your cheer, but not in your welcome. BUB. Thanks, and _Tu quoque_ is a word for all. SCAT. A pretty concise room; Sir Lionel, where are your daughters? SIR LIONEL. They are at your service, sir, and forthcoming. BUB. God's will, Gervase! how shall I behave myself to the gentlewomen? STAINES. Why, advance yourself toward them with a comely step; and in your salute be careful you strike not too high nor too low: and afterward, for your discourse, your _Tu quoque_ will bear you out. BUB. Nay, and that be all, I care not, for I'll set a good face on't, that's flat: and for my nether parts, let them speak for themselves. Here's a leg; and ever a baker in England show a better, I'll give him mine for nothing. STAINES. O, that's a special thing that I must caution you of. BUB. What, sweet Gervase? STAINES. Why, for commending yourself: never, whilst you live, commend yourself; and then you shall have the ladies themselves commend you. BUB. I would they would else. STAINES. Why, they will, I'll assure you, sir; and the more vilely you speak of yourself, the more will they strive to collaud you. _Enter_ GERTRUDE _and_ JOYCE. BUB. Let me alone to dispraise myself: I'll make myself the errantest coxcomb within a whole country. SIR LIONEL. Here come the gipsies, the sun-burnt girls, Whose beauties will not utter them alone; They must have bags, although my credit crack for't. BUB. Is this the eldest, sir? SIR LIONEL. Yes, marry is she, sir. BUB. I'll kiss the youngest first, because she likes me best.[192] SCAT. Marry, sir, and whilst you are there, I'll be here. [_Kisses the elder._] O delicious touch! I think in conscience her lips are lined quite through with orange-tawny velvet. BUB. They kiss exceeding well; I do not think but they have been brought up to't. I will begin to her, like a gentleman, in a set speech. Fair lady, shall I speak a word with you? JOYCE. With me, sir? BUB. With you, lady;--this way,--a little more,-- So, now 'tis well; umh-- Even as a drummer,--or a pewterer---- JOYCE. Which of the two, no matter, For one beats on a drum, t'other a platter. BUB. In good faith, sweet lady, you say true; But pray, mark me farther: I will begin again. JOYCE. I pray, sir, do. BUB. Even as a drummer, as I said before, Or as a pewterer---- JOYCE. Very good, sir. BUB. Do--do--do. JOYCE. What do they do? BUB. By my troth, lady, I do not know; for to say truth, I am a kind of an ass. JOYCE. How, sir? an ass?