PURE. Son, were you not warn'd of the vanity of the eye? have you forgot the wholesome admonition so soon? LIT. Good mother, how shall we find a pig, if we do not look about for't: will it run off o' the spit, into our mouths, think you, as in Lubberland, and cry, _wee, wee!_ BUSY. No, but your mother, religiously-wise, conceiveth it may offer itself by other means to the sense, as by way of steam, which I think it doth here in this place--huh, huh--yes, it doth. [_He scents after it like a hound._] And it were a sin of obstinacy, great obstinacy, high and horrible obstinacy, to decline or resist the good titillation of the famelic sense, which is the smell. Therefore be bold--huh, huh, huh--follow the scent: enter the tents of the unclean, for once, and satisfy your wife's frailty. Let your frail wife be satisfied; your zealous mother, and my suffering self, will also be satisfied. LIT. Come, Win, as good winny here as go farther, and see nothing. BUSY. We scape so much of the other vanities, by our early entering. PURE. It is an edifying consideration. MRS. LIT. This is scurvy, that we must come into the Fair, and not look on't. LIT. Win, have patience, Win, I'll tell you more anon. [_Exeunt, into the booth, Littlewit, Mrs. Littlewit, Busy, and Purecraft._ KNOCK. Mooncalf, entertain within there, the best pig in the booth, a pork-like pig. These are Banbury-bloods, o' the sincere stud, come a pig-hunting. Whit, wait, Whit, look to your charge. [_Exit Whit._ BUSY. [_within._] A pig prepare presently, let a pig be prepared to us. _Enter MOONCALF and URSULA._ MOON. 'Slight, who be these? URS. Is this the good service, Jordan, you'd do me? KNOCK. Why, Urse, why, Urse? thou'lt have vapours i' thy leg again presently, pray thee go in, it may turn to the scratches else. URS. Hang your vapours, they are stale, and stink like you! Are these the guests o' the game you promised to fill my pit withal to-day? KNOCK. Ay, what ail they, Urse? URS. Ail they! they are all sippers, sippers o' the city; they look as they would not drink off two pen'orth of bottle-ale amongst 'em. MOON. A body may read that in their small printed ruffs. KNOCK. Away, thou art a fool, Urse, and thy Mooncalf too: in your ignorant vapours now! hence! good guests, I say, right hypocrites, good gluttons. In, and set a couple o' pigs on the board, and half a dozen of the biggest bottles afore 'em, and call Whit. [_Exit Mooncalf._] I do not love to hear innocents abused; fine ambling hypocrites! and a stone puritan with a sorrel head and beard! good mouth'd gluttons; two to a pig, away. URS. Are you sure they are such? KNOCK. O' the right breed, thou shalt try 'em by the teeth, Urse; where's this Whit? _Re-enter WHIT._ WHIT. _Behold, man, and see, What a worthy man am ee! With the fury of my sword, And the shaking of my beard, I will make ten thousand men afeard._