OVER. Dost thou hear, boy? There's for thy ale, and the remnant for thee.--Speak in thy faith of a faucet, now; is this goodly person before us here, this vapours, a knight of the knife? MOON. What mean you by that, master Arthur? OVER. I mean a child of the horn-thumb, a babe of booty, boy, a cut-purse. MOON. O Lord, sir! far from it. This is master Daniel Knockem Jordan: the ranger of Turnbull. He is a horse-courser, sir. OVER. Thy dainty dame, though, call'd him cut-purse. MOON. Like enough, sir; she'll do forty such things in an hour (an you listen to her) for her recreation, if the toy take her in the greasy kerchief: it makes her fat, you see; she battens with it. OVER. Here I might have been deceived now, and have put a fool's blot upon myself, if I had not played an after game of discretion! [_Aside._ _Re-enter URSULA, dropping._ KNOCK. Alas, poor Urse! this is an ill season for thee. URS. Hang yourself, hackney-man! KNOCK. How, how, Urse! vapours? motion breed vapours? URS. Vapours! never tusk, nor twirl your dibble, good Jordan, I know what you'll take to a very drop. Though you be captain of the roarers, and fight well at the case of piss-pots, you shall not fright me with your lion-chap, sir, nor your tusks; you angry! you are hungry. Come, a pig's head will stop your mouth, and stay your stomach at all times. KNOCK. Thou art such another mad, merry Urse, still! troth I do make conscience of vexing thee, now in the dog-days, this hot weather, for fear of foundering thee in the body, and melting down a pillar of the Fair. Pray thee take thy chair again, and keep state; and let's have a fresh bottle of ale, and a pipe of tobacco; and no vapours. I'll have this belly o' thine taken up, and thy grass scoured, wench.-- _Enter EDGWORTH._ Look, here's Ezekiel Edgworth; a fine boy of his inches, as any is in the Fair! has still money in his purse, and will pay all, with a kind heart, and good vapours. EDG. That I will indeed, willingly, master Knockem; fetch some ale and tobacco. [_Exit Mooncalf.--People cross the stage._ LEATH. What do you lack, gentlemen? maid, see a fine hobby-horse for your young master; cost you but a token a-week his provender. _Re-enter NIGHTINGALE, with CORN-CUTTER, and MOUSETRAP-MAN._ CORN. Have you any corns in your feet and toes? MOUSE. Buy a mousetrap, a mousetrap, or a tormentor for a flea? TRASH. Buy some gingerbread? NIGHT. Ballads, ballads! fine new ballads: _Hear for your love, and buy for your money. A delicate ballad o' the ferret and the coney. A preservative again' the punk's evil. Another of goose-green starch, and the devil. A dozen of divine points, and the godly garters: The fairing of good counsel, of an ell and three-quarters._ What is't you buy? _The windmill blown down by the witch's fart. Or saint George, that, O! did break the dragon's heart._ _Re-enter MOONCALF, with ale and tobacco._ EDG. Master Nightingale, come hither, leave your mart a little.