_Enter_ STAINES, _like an Italian_. STAINES. The blessings of your mistress fall upon you; And may the heat and spirit of her lip Endue her with matter above her understanding, That she may only live to admire you, or, as the Italian says: _Que que dell fogo Ginni coxcombie_. BUB. I do wonder what language he speaks. Do you hear, my friend; are not you a conjuror? STAINES. I am, sir, a perfect traveller, that have trampled over the face of the universe, and can speak Greek and Latin as promptly as my own natural language. I have composed a book, wherein I have set down all the wonders of the world that I have seen, and the whole scope of my journeys, together with the miseries and lousy fortunes I have endured therein.[211] BUB. O Lord, sir, are you the man? give me your hand: how do ye? in good faith, I think I have heard of you. STAINES. No, sir, you never heard of me; I set this day footing upon the wharf; I came in with the last peal of ordnance, and dined this day in the Exchange amongst the merchants. But this is frivolous, and from the matter: you do seem to be one of our gentile spirits that do affect generosity: pleaseth you to be instituted in the nature, garb, and habit of the most exactest nation in the world, the Italian? whose language is sweetest, clothes neatest, and behaviour most accomplished. I am one that have spent much money, and time, which to me is more dear than money, in the observation of these things: and, now I am come, I will sit me down and rest; and make no doubt but to purchase and build, by professing this art or human science (as I may term it) to such honourable and worshipful personages as mean to be peculiar. BUB. This fellow has his tongue at his fingers' ends. But, hark ye, sir; is your Italian the finest gentleman? STAINES. In the world, signior; your Spaniard is a mere bumbard to him: he will bounce, indeed, but he will burst. But your Italian is smooth and lofty, and his language is cousin-german to the Latin. BUB. Why, then he has his _Tu quoque_ in his salute? STAINES. Yes, sir, for it is an Italian word as well as a Latin, and enfolds a double sense; for one way spoken, it includes a fine gentleman, like yourself; and another way it imports an ass, like whom you will. BUB. I would my man Gervase were here, for he understands these things better than I. [_Aside._] You will not serve? STAINES. Serve! no, sir; I have talked with the great Sophy. BUB. I pray, sir, what's the lowest price of being Italianated? STAINES. Sir, if it please you, I will stand to your bounty: and, mark me, I will set your face like a grand signior's, and you shall march a whole day, until you come opunctly[212] to your mistress, and not disrank one hair of your physiognomy. BUB. I would you would do it, sir; if you will stand to my bounty, I will pay you, as I am an Italian, _Tu quoque_.