LEATH. _Now, gentles, to the friends, who in number are two, And lodged in that ale-house in which fair Hero does do. Damon, for some kindness done him the last week, Is come, fair Hero, in Fish-street, this morning to seek: Pythias does smell the knavery of the meeting, And now you shall see their true-friendly greeting._ PUP. PYTHIAS. _You whore-masterly slave, you._ COKES. Whore-masterly slave you! very friendly and familiar, that. PUP. DAMON. _Whore-master in thy face, Thou hast lain with her thyself, I'll prove it in this place._ COKES. Damon says, Pythias has lain with her himself, he'll prove't in this place. LEATH. _They are whore-masters both, sir, that's a plain case._ PUP. PYTHIAS. _You lie like a rogue._ LEATH. _Do I lie like a rogue?_ PUP. PYTHIAS. _A pimp and a scab._ LEATH. _A pimp and a scab. I say, between you, you have both but one drab._ PUP. DAMON. _You lie again._ LEATH. _Do I lie again?_ PUP. DAMON. _Like a rogue again._ LEATH. _Like a rogue again?_ PUP. PYTHIAS. _And you are a pimp again._ COKES. And you are a pimp again, he says. PUP. DAMON. _And a scab again._ COKES. And a scab again, he says. LEATH. _And I say again, you are both whore-masters, again. And you have both but one drab again._ PUP. DAMON AND PYTHIAS. _Dost thou, dost thou, dost thou?_ [They fall upon him. LEATH. _What, both at once?_ PUP. PYTHIAS. _Down with him, Damon._ PUP. DAMON. _Pink his guts, Pythias._ LEATH. _What, so malicious? Will ye murder me, masters both, in my own house?_ COKES. Ho! well acted, my drum, well acted, my pipe, well acted still! WASPE. Well acted, with all my heart. LEATH. _Hold, hold your hands._ COKES. Ay, both your hands, for my sake! for you have both done well. PUP. DAMON. _Gramercy, pure Pythias._ PUP. PYTHIAS. _Gramercy, dear Damon._ COKES. Gramercy to you both, my pipe and my drum. PUP. PYTHIAS AND DAMON. _Come, now we'll together to breakfast to Hero._ LEATH. _'Tis well you can now go to breakfast to Hero. You have given me my breakfast, with a hone and honero._ COKES. How is't, friend, have they hurt thee? LEATH. O no: Between you and I, sir, we do but make show.-- _Thus, gentles, you perceive, without any denial, 'Twixt Damon and Pythias here, friendship's true trial. Though hourly they quarrel thus, and roar each with other. They fight you no more than does brother with brother; But friendly together, at the next man they meet, They let fly their anger, as here you might see't._ COKES. Well, we have seen it, and thou hast felt it, whatsoe'er thou sayest. What's next, what's next? LEATH. _This while young Leander with fair Hero is drinking, And Hero grown drunk to any man's thinking! Yet was it not three pints of sherry could flaw her, Till Cupid distinguished like Jonas the drawer, From under his apron, where his lechery lurks, Put love in her sack. Now mark how it works._