LEATH. _Would you have Leander come away? why, pray, sir, stay. You are angry, goodman Cole; I believe the fair maid Came over with you a' trust: tell us, sculler, are you paid?_ PUP. COLE. _Yes, goodman Hogrubber of Pickthatch._ LEATH. _How, Hogrubber of Pickthatch?_ PUP. COLE. _Ay, Hogrubber of Pickthatch. Take you that._ [Strikes him over the pate. LEATH. _O, my head!_ PUP. COLE. _Harm watch, harm catch!_ COKES. _Harm watch, harm catch_, he says; very good, i'faith: the sculler had like to have knock'd you, sirrah. LEATH. Yes, but that his fare call'd him away. PUP. LEAN. _Row apace, row apace, row, row, row, row, row._ LEATH. _You are knavishly loaden, sculler, take heed where you go._ PUP. COLE. _Knave in your face, goodman rogue._ PUP. LEAN. _Row, row, row, row, row._ COKES. He said, knave in your face, friend. LEATH. Ay, sir, I heard him; but there's no talking to these watermen, they will have the last word. COKES. Od's my life! I am not allied to the sculler yet; he shall be _Dauphin my boy._ But my fiddle-stick does fiddle in and out too much: I pray thee speak to him on't; tell him I would have him tarry in my sight more. LEATH. I pray you be content; you'll have enough on him, sir. _Now, gentles, I take it, here is none of you so stupid, But that you have heard of a little god of love call'd Cupid; Who out of kindness to Leander, hearing he but saw her, This present day and hour doth turn himself to a drawer. And because he would have their first meeting to be merry, He strikes Hero in love to him with a pint of sherry; Which he tells her from amorous Leander is sent her, Who after him into the room of Hero doth venture._ [Puppet Leander goes into Mistress Hero's room. PUP. JONAS. _A pint of sack, score a pint of sack in the Coney._ COKES. Sack! you said but e'en now it should be sherry. PUP. JONAS. _Why, so it is; sherry, sherry, sherry._ COKES. _Sherry, sherry, sherry!_ By my troth he makes me merry. I must have a name for Cupid too. Let me see, thou might'st help me, now, an thou would'st, Numps, at a dead lift: but thou art dreaming of the stocks still.--Do not think on't, I have forgot it; 'tis but a nine days' wonder, man; let it not trouble thee. WASPE. I would the stocks were about your neck, sir; condition I hung by the heels in them till the wonder were off from you, with all my heart. COKES. Well said, resolute Numps! but hark you, friend, where's the friendship all this while between my drum Damon, and my pipe Pythias? LEATH. You shall see by and by, sir. COKES. You think my hobby-horse is forgotten too; no, I'll see them all enact before I go; I shall not know which to love best else. KNOCK. This gallant has interrupting vapours, troublesome vapours; Whit, puff with him. WHIT. No, I pree dee, captain, let him alone; he is a child, i'faith, la.