BRI. We be men, and no infidels; what is the matter here, and the noises, can you tell? WASPE. Heart, what ha' you to do? cannot a man quarrel in quietness, but he must be put out on't by you! what are you? BRI. Why, we be his majesty's watch, sir. WASPE. Watch! 'sblood, you are a sweet watch indeed. A body would think, an you watch'd well a nights, you should be contented to sleep at this time a day. Get you to your fleas and your flock-beds, you rogues, your kennels, and lie down close. BRI. Down! yes, we will down, I warrant you: down with him, in his majesty's name, down, down with him, and carry him away to the pigeon-holes. [_Some of the Watch seize Waspe, and carry him off._ MRS. OVER. I thank you, honest friends, in the behalf o' the crown, and the peace, and in master Overdo's name, for suppressing enormities. WHIT. Stay, Bristle, here ish anoder brash of drunkards, but very quiet, special drunkards, will pay de five shillings very well. [_Points to Northern and Puppy, drunk, and asleep, on the bench._] Take 'em to de, in de graish o' God: one of hem do's change cloth for ale in the Fair, here; te toder ish a strong man, a mighty man, my lord mayor's man, and a wrastler. He has wrashled so long with the bottle here, that the man with the beard hash almosht streek up hish heelsh. BRI. 'Slid, the clerk o' the market has been to cry him all the Fair over here, for my lord's service. WHIT. Tere he ish, pre de taik him hensh, and make ty best on him. [_Exeunt Bristle and the rest of the Watch with Northern and Puppy._]--How now, woman o' shilk, vat ailsh ty shweet faish? art tou melancholy? MRS. OVER. A little distempered with these enormities. Shall I entreat a courtesy of you, captain? WHIT. Entreat a hundred, velvet voman, I vill do it, shpeak out. MRS. OVER. I cannot with modesty speak it out, but-- [_Whispers him._ WHIT. I vill do it, and more and more, for de. What Ursla, an't be bitch, an't be bawd, an't be! _Enter URSULA._ URS. How now, rascal! what roar you for, old pimp? WHIT. Here, put up de clokes, Ursh; de purchase. Pre de now, shweet Ursh, help dis good brave voman to a jordan, an't be. URS. 'Slid call your captain Jordan to her, can you not? WHIT. Nay, pre de leave dy consheits, and bring the velvet woman to de-- URS. I bring her! hang her: heart, must I find a common pot for every punk in your purlieus? WHIT. O good voordsh, Ursh, it ish a guest o' velvet, i'fait la. URS. Let her sell her hood, and buy a spunge, with a pox to her! my vessel is employed, sir. I have but one, and 'tis the bottom of an old bottle. An honest proctor and his wife are at it within; if she'll stay her time, so. [_Exit._ WHIT. As soon as tou cansht, shweet Ursh. Of a valiant man I tink I am te patientsh man i' the world, or in all Smithfield. _Re-enter KNOCKEM._ KNOCK. How now, Whit! close vapours, stealing your leaps! covering in corners, ha!