LAMB. Zounds! Sir knight, we have stood beating the bush, and the bird's flown away; this city bowler has kissed the mistress[94] at first cast. BREW. How fare ye, gentlemen? what cheer, sir knight? SPEED. An adventurer still, sir, to this new-found land.[95] LAMB. He sails about the point, sir; but he cannot put in yet. BREW. The wind may turn, sir. [_To_ STEPHEN.] A word, Master Foster. [_They converse apart._ LAMB. You see, Sir Speedwell, what card is turned up for trump; I hold my life, this spruce citizen will forestall the market: O, these brisk factors are notable firkers. SPEED. I doubt, sir, he will play the merchant[96] with us. BREW. They both are suitors, sir, yet both shoot wide; My daughter, sure, must be your kinsman's bride. STEPH. I'll give her a wedding-ring on that condition, And put a stone in't worth a thousand pound, sir. BREW. You have my hand and heart to't, be she pleased so. LAMB. 'Sfoot! let's show ourselves gallants or gallymawfries:[97] shall we be outbraved by a cockney? [_To_ ROBERT.] A word, my fair Zenocrates; do you see, sir, here be those that have gone a-fishing, and can give you a gudgeon? ROB. You were best go fish for better manners, or I shall bob for eels[98] with you. [_Strikes him._ LAMB. Zounds! are you a striker? Draw, sir knight. BREW. Not in my house; I pray, be quiet, gentlemen. ROB. He dares not do't abroad, believe me, sir. STEPH. Now, by my life, my boy, for this brave spirit I'll hug thee in mine arms: lose life and limbs, Ere thou forsake thy love. LAMB. He is no rival he, sir,[99] has struck me; And we are gentlemen. SPEED. And hear ye, sir; let him seek out his equals; for some of us are in danger to make her a lady shortly: I know what I speak; what I speak I'll do; yet I'll do nothing but what comes from grave experience. STEPH. Speak what you please, sir; he's a gentleman As good as either of you both; and shall In list of love, for such a bedfellow, Brave him that dares; and here lay down more gold To win her love than both your states are worth. SPEED. Ha! do you know us, sir? you grow too bold; my experience now hath found you: you were once a tattered fellow, your name is Foster; have you such gold to give? LAMB. Yes, yes, 'has won it betting at the bowling-alleys, or at the pigeon-holes in the garden-alleys. STEPH. You are muddy grooms[100] to upbraid me with that scorn Which virtue now gilds over. Pray ye, gentlemen, May I request your names? LAMB. Our names are in the heralds' books, I warrant you; My name is Innocent Lambskin; and this knight, Simply though he stands here, is known to be Sir Godfrey Speedwell.