COKES. I pray thee do, mine ears long to be at it, and my eyes too. O Numps, in the stocks, Numps! where's your sword, Numps! WASPE. I pray you intend your game, sir, let me alone. COKES. Well then, we are quit for all. Come, sit down, Numps; I'll interpret to thee: did you see mistress Grace? It's no matter, neither, now I think on't, tell me anon. WINW. A great deal of love and care he expresses! GRACE. Alas, would you have him to express more than he has? that were tyranny. COKES. Peace, ho! now, now. LEATH. _Gentles, that no longer your expectations may wander, Behold our chief actor, amorous Leander. With a great deal of cloth, lapp'd about him like a scarf, For he yet serves his father, a dyer at Puddle-wharf; Which place we'll make bold with, to call it our Abydus, As the Bank-side is our Sestos; and let it not be deny'd us. Now as he is beating to make the dye take the fuller, Who chances to come by, but fair Hero in a sculler; And seeing Leander's naked leg and goodly calf, Cast at him from the boat a sheep's eye and an half. Now she is landed, and the sculler come back, By and by you shall see what Leander doth lack._ PUP. LEAN. _Cole, Cole, old Cole!_ LEATH. _That is the sculler's name without controul._ PUP. LEAN. _Cole, Cole, I say, Cole!_ LEATH. _We do hear you._ PUP. LEAN. _Old Cole._ LEATH. _Old Cole! is the dyer turn'd collier? how do you sell?_ PUP. LEAN. _A pox o' your manners, kiss my hole here, and smell._ LEATH. _Kiss your hole and smell! there's manners indeed._ PUP. LEAN. _Why, Cole, I say, Cole!_ LEATH. _Is't the sculler you need?_ PUP. LEAN. _Ay, and be hanged._ LEATH. _Be hang'd! look you yonder. Old Cole, you must go hang with master Leander._ PUP. COLE. _Where is he?_ PUP. LEAN. _Here, Cole: what fairest of fairs, Was that fare that thou landedst but now at Trig-stairs?_ COKES. What was that, fellow? pray thee tell me, I scarce understand them. LEATH. _Leander does ask, sir, what fairest of fairs, Was the fare he landed but now at Trig-stairs?_ PUP. COLE. _It is lovely Hero._ PUP. LEAN. _Nero?_ PUP. COLE. _No, Hero._ LEATH. _It is Hero Of the Bank-side, he saith, to tell you truth without erring, Is come over into Fish-street to eat some fresh herring. Leander says no more, but as fast as he can, Gets on all his best clothes, and will after to the Swan._ COKES. Most admirable good, is't not? LEATH. _Stay, sculler._ PUP. COLE. _What say you?_ LEATH. _You must stay for Leander, And carry him to the wench._ PUP. COLE. _You rogue, I am no pander._ COKES. He says he is no pander. 'Tis a fine language: I understand it now. LEATH. _Are you no pander, goodman Cole? here's no man says you are; You'll grow a hot cole, it seems; pray you stay for your fare._ PUP. COLE. _Will he come away?_ LEATH. _What do you say?_ PUP. COLE. _I'd have him come away._