OVER. Well, my conscience is much eased; I have done my part, though it doth him no good; yet Adam hath offered satisfaction. The sting is removed from hence! Poor man, he is much altered with his affliction, it has brought him low. Now for my other work, reducing the young man, I have followed so long in love, from the brink of his bane to the centre of safety. Here, or in some such-like vain place, I shall be sure to find him. I will wait the good time. [_Exit._ SCENE III.--_Another part of the Fair._ The Puppet-show Booth, as before. _Enter SHARKWELL and FILCHER, with bills, and COKES in his doublet and hose, followed by the Boys of the Fair._ COKES. How now! what's here to do, friend? art thou the master of the monuments? SHARK. 'Tis a motion, an't please your worship. _Enter OVERDO behind._ OVER. My fantastical brother-in-law, master Bartholomew Cokes! COKES. A motion! what's that! [_Reads._] _The ancient modern history of Hero and Leander, otherwise called the Touchstone of true Love, with as true a trial of friendship between Damon and Pythias, two faithful friends o' the Bank-side._--Pretty, i'faith, what's the meaning on't? is't an interlude, or what is't? FILCH. Yes, sir, please you come near, we'll take your money within. COKES. Back with these children; they do so follow me up and down! _Enter LITTLEWIT._ LIT. By your leave, friend. FILCH. You must pay, sir, an you go in. LIT. Who, I! I perceive thou know'st not me; call the master of the motion. SHARK. What, do you not know the author, fellow Filcher? You must take no money of him; he must come in gratis: master Littlewit is a voluntary; he is the author. LIT. Peace, speak not too loud, I would not have any notice taken that I am the author, till we see how it passes. COKES. Master Littlewit, how dost thou? LIT. Master Cokes! you are exceeding well met: what, in your doublet and hose, without a cloke or a hat? COKES. I would I might never stir, as I am an honest man, and by that fire; I have lost all in the Fair, and all my acquaintance too; didst thou meet any body that I know, master Littlewit? my man Numps, or my sister Overdo, or mistress Grace? Pray thee, master Littlewit, lend me some money to see the interlude here; I'll pay thee again, as I am a gentleman. If thou'lt but carry me home, I have money enough there. LIT. O, sir, you shall command it; what, will a crown serve you? COKES. I think it will; what do we pay for coming in, fellows? FILCH. Two-pence, sir. COKES. Two-pence! there's twelve-pence, friend: nay, I am a gallant, as simple as I look now; if you see me with my man about me, and my artillery again. LIT. Your man was in the stocks e'en now, sir. COKES. Who, Numps? LIT. Yes, faith. COKES. For what, i'faith? I am glad o' that; remember to tell me on't anon; I have enough now. What manner of matter is this, master Littlewit? what kind of actors have you? are they good actors?