WHIT. Nay, tish all gone, now! dish tish, phen tou wilt not be phitin call, master offisher, phat ish a man te better to lishen out noyshes for tee, and ton art in an oder orld, being very shuffishient noyshes and gallantsh too? one o' their brabblesh would have fed ush all dish fortnight, but tou art so bushy about beggersh still, tou hast no leshure to intend shentlemen, and't be. HAG. Why, I told you, Davy Bristle. BRI. Come, come, you told me a pudding, Toby Haggise; a matter of nothing; I am sure it came to nothing. You said, let's go to Ursula's, indeed; but then you met the man with the monsters, and I could not get you from him. An old fool, not leave seeing yet! HAG. Why, who would have thought any body would have quarrell'd so early; or that the ale o' the fair would have been up so soon? WHIT. Phy, phat a clock toest tou tink it ish, man? HAG. I cannot tell. WHIT. Tou art a vish vatchman, i' te mean teem. HAG. Why, should the watch go by the clock, or the clock by the watch, I pray? BRI. One should go by another, if they did well. WHIT. Tou art right now! phen didst tou ever know or hear of a shuffishient vatchment, but he did tell the clock, phat bushiness soever he had? BRI. Nay, that's most true, a sufficient watchman knows what a clock it is. WHIT. Shleeping or vaking: ash well as te clock himshelf, or te Jack dat shtrikes him. BRI. Let's enquire of master Leatherhead, or Joan Trash here.--Master Leatherhead, do you hear, master Leatherhead? WHIT. If it be a Ledderhead, tish a very tick Ledderhead, tat sho mush noish vill not piersh him. LEATH. I have a little business now, good friends, do not trouble me. WHIT. Phat, because o' ty wrought neet-cap, and ty phelvet sherkin, man? phy! I have sheene tee in ty ledder sherkin, ere now, mashter o' de hobby-horses, as bushy and stately as tou sheemest to be. TRASH. Why, what an you have, captain Whit? he has his choice of jerkins, you may see by that, and his caps too, I assure you, when he pleases to be either sick or employed. LEATH. God-a-mercy, Joan, answer for me. WHIT. Away, be not sheen in my company, here be shentlemen, and men of vorship. [_Exeunt Haggise and Bristle._ _Enter QUARLOUS and WINWIFE._ QUAR. We had wonderful ill luck, to miss this prologue o' the purse: but the best is, we shall have five acts of him ere night: he'll be spectacle enough, I'll answer for't. WHIT. O creesh, duke Quarlous, how dosht tou? tou dosht not know me, I fear: I am te vishesht man, but justish Overdo, in all Bartholomew Fair now. Give me twelve-pence from tee, I vill help tee to a vife vorth forty marks for't, and't be. QUAR. Away, rogue; pimp, away. WHIT. And she shall shew tee as fine cut orke for't in her shmock too as tou cansht vish i'faith; vilt tou have her, vorshipful Vinvife? I vill help tee to her here, be an't be, into pig-quarter, gi' me ty twelve-pence from tee. WINW. Why, there's twelve-pence, pray thee wilt thou begone?