LIT. Pretty youths, sir, all children both old and young; here's the master of 'em-- _Enter LEATHERHEAD._ LEATH. [_aside to Littlewit._] Call me not Leatherhead, but Lantern. LIT. Master Lantern, that gives light to the business. COKES. In good time, sir! I would fain see them, I would be glad to drink with the young company; which is the tiring-house? LEATH. Troth, sir, our tiring-house is somewhat little; we are but beginners yet, pray pardon us; you cannot go upright in't. COKES. No! not now my hat is off? what would you have done with me, if you had had me feather and all, as I was once to-day? Have you none of your pretty impudent boys now, to bring stools, fill tobacco, fetch ale, and beg money, as they have at other houses? Let me see some of your actors. LIT. Shew him them, shew him them. Master Lantern, this is a gentleman that is a favourer of the quality. [_Exit Leatherhead._ OVER. Ay, the favouring of this licentious quality is the consumption of many a young gentleman; a pernicious enormity. [_Aside._ _Re-enter LEATHERHEAD, with a basket._ COKES. What! do they live in baskets? LEATH. They do lie in a basket, sir, they are o' the small players. COKES. These be players minors indeed. Do you call these players? LEATH. They are actors, sir, and as good as any, none dispraised, for dumb shows: indeed, I am the mouth of them all. COKES. Thy mouth will hold them all. I think one tailor would go near to beat all this company with a hand bound behind him. LIT. Ay, and eat them all too, an they were in cake-bread. COKES. I thank you for that, master Littlewit; a good jest! Which is your Burbage now? LEATH. What mean you by that, sir? COKES. Your best actor, your Field? LIT. Good, i'faith! you are even with me, sir. LEATH. This is he, that acts young Leander, sir: he is extremely beloved of the womenkind, they do so affect his action, the green gamesters, that come here! and this is lovely Hero: this with the beard, Damon; and this pretty Pythias: this is the ghost of king Dionysius in the habit of a scrivener; as you shall see anon at large. COKES. Well, they are a civil company, I like 'em for that; they offer not to fleer, nor jeer, nor break jests, as the great players do: and then, there goes not so much charge to the feasting of them, or making them drunk, as to the other, by reason of their littleness. Do they use to play perfect? are they never fluster'd? LEATH. No, sir, I thank my industry and policy for it; they are as well govern'd a company, though I say it----And here is young Leander, is as proper an actor of his inches, and shakes his head like an hostler. COKES. But do you play it according to the printed book? I have read that. LEATH. By no means, sir. COKES. No! how then? LEATH. A better way, sir; that is too learned and poetical for our audience: what do they know what _Hellespont_ is, _guilty of true love's blood?_ or what _Abydos_ is? or _the other, Sestos hight?_