WILD. I'll swear they say, there are poets that have more men in liveries than books in their studies. CAPT. And what think you, gentlemen, are not these things to start a man? I believe 'tis the first time you have found them lie at the sign of the page, footmen, and gilded coaches. They were wont to lodge at the thin cloak; they and their muses made up the family, and thence sent scenes to their patrons, like boys in at windows; and one would return with a doublet, another with a pair of breeches, a third with a little ready money, which, together with their credit with a company, in three terms you rarely saw a poet repaired. JOLLY. This truth nobody denies. WILD. Prythee, let us resolve what we shall do, lest we meet with some of them; for it seems they swarm, and I fear nothing like a dedication, though it be but of himself; for I must hear him say more than either I deserve or he believes. I hate that in a poet; they must be dull, or all upon all subjects; so that they can oblige none but their muse. JOLLY. I perceive by this you will not see the play. What think you of going to Sim's[240] to bowls, till I come? CARE. Yes, if you will go to see that comedy. But there is no reason we should pay for our coming in, and act too, like some whose interest in the timber robs them of their reason, and they run as if they had stolen a bias.[241] WILD. Resolve what you will do; I am contented. CARE. Let's go walk in Spring Garden. WILD. I'll do it for company; but I had as lief be rid in the horse-market as walk in that fool's fair, where neither wit nor money is, nor sure to take up a wench. There's none but honest women. CAPT. A pox on't, what should we do there? Let's go and cross the field to Pike's; her kitchen is cool, winter and summer. CARE. I like that motion well; but we have no time, and I hate to do that business by half. After supper, if you will, we'll go and make a night on't. CAPT. Well, I must go write: therefore resolve of somewhat. Shall I propose an indifferent place, where 'tis probable we shall all meet? OMNES. Yes. CAPT. Go you before to the Devil,[242] and I'll make haste after. CARE. Agreed. We shall be sure of good wine there, and in fresco; for he is never without patent snow. WILD. Patent snow! What, doth that project hold? JOLLY. Yes, faith; and now there's a commission appointed for toasts against the next winter. WILD. Marry, they are wise, and foresaw the parliament, and were resolved their monopolies should be no grievance to the people. CAPT. Farewell! You will be sure to meet? OMNES. Yes, yes. [_Exeunt omnes._ SCENE III. _Enter_ WANTON _and her_ MAID, _with her lap full of things_. WANTON. Bid them ply him close, and flatter him, and rail upon the old lady and the captain: and, do you hear, give him some hints to begin the story of his life. Do it handsomely, and you shall see the sack will clip his tongue. MAID. I warrant you, I'll fit him.