KNOCK. Patience, Urse, take a good heart, 'tis but a blister as big as a windgall. I'll take it away with the white of an egg, a little honey and hog's grease, have thy pasterns well roll'd, and thou shalt pace again by to-morrow. I'll tend thy booth, and look to thy affairs the while: thou shalt sit in thy chair, and give directions, and shine Ursa major. [_Exeunt Knockem and Mooncalf, with Ursula in her chair._ OVER. These are the fruits of bottle-ale and tobacco! the foam of the one, and the fumes of the other! Stay, young man, and despise not the wisdom of these few hairs that are grown grey in care of thee. EDG. Nightingale, stay a little. Indeed I'll hear some of this! _Enter COKES, with his box, WASPE, Mistress OVERDO, and GRACE._ COKES. Come, Numps, come, where are you? Welcome into the Fair, mistress Grace. EDG. 'Slight, he will call company, you shall see, and put us into goings presently. OVER. Thirst not after that frothy liquor, ale; for who knows when he openeth the stopple, what may be in the bottle? Hath not a snail, a spider, yea, a newt been found there? thirst not after it, youth; thirst not after it. COKES. This is a brave fellow, Numps, let's hear him. WASPE. 'Sblood! how brave is he? in a garded coat! You were best truck with him; e'en strip, and truck presently, it will become you. Why will you hear him? because he is an ass, and may be a-kin to the Cokeses? COKES. O, good Numps. OVER. Neither do thou lust after that tawney weed tobacco. COKES. Brave words! OVER. Whose complexion is like the Indian's that vents it. COKES. Are they not brave words, sister? OVER. And who can tell, if before the gathering and making up thereof, the Alligarta hath not piss'd thereon? WASPE. 'Heart! let 'em be brave words, as brave as they will! an they were all the brave words in a country, how then? Will you away yet, have you enough on him? Mistress Grace, come you away; I pray you, be not you accessary. If you do lose your license, or somewhat else, sir, with listening to his fables, say Numps is a witch, with all my heart, do, say so. COKES. Avoid in your satin doublet, Numps. OVER. The creeping venom of which subtle serpent, as some late writers affirm, neither the cutting of the perilous plant, nor the drying of it, nor the lighting or burning, can any way persway or assuage. COKES. Good, i'faith! is it not, sister? OVER. Hence it is that the lungs of the tobacconist are rotted, the liver spotted, the brain smoked like the backside of the pig-woman's booth here, and the whole body within, black as her pan you saw e'en now, without. COKES. A fine similitude that, sir! did you see the pan? EDG. Yes, sir.