LEATH. _This tragical encounter falling out thus to busy us, It raises up the ghost of their friend Dionysius; Not like a monarch, but the master of a school, In a scrivener's furr'd gown, which shews he is no fool: For therein he hath wit enough to keep himself warm. O Damon, he cries, and Pythias, what harm Hath poor Dionysius done you in his grave, That after his death you should fall out thus and rave, And call amorous Leander whore-master knave?_ PUP. DAMON. _I cannot, I will not, I promise you, endure it._ _RABBI BUSY rushes in._ BUSY. Down with Dagon! down with Dagon! 'tis I, I will no longer endure your profanations. LEATH. What mean you, sir? BUSY. I will remove Dagon there, I say, that idol, that heathenish idol, that remains, as I may say, a beam, a very beam,--not a beam of the sun, nor a beam of the moon, nor a beam of a balance, neither a house-beam, nor a weaver's beam, but a beam in the eye, in the eye of the brethren; a very great beam, an exceeding great beam; such as are your stage-players, rimers, and morrice-dancers, who have walked hand in hand, in contempt of the brethren, and the cause; and been born out by instruments of no mean countenance. LEATH. Sir, I present nothing but what is licensed by authority. BUSY. Thou art all license, even licentiousness itself, Shimei! LEATH. I have the master of the revels' hand for't, sir. BUSY. The master of the rebels' hand thou hast. Satan's! hold thy peace, thy scurrility, shut up thy mouth, thy profession is damnable, and in pleading for it thou dost plead for Baal. I have long opened my mouth wide, and gaped; I have gaped as the oyster for the tide, after thy destruction: but cannot compass it by suit or dispute; so that I look for a bickering, ere long, and then a battle. KNOCK. Good Banbury vapours! COKES. Friend, you'd have an ill match on't, if you bicker with him here; though he be no man of the fist, he has friends that will to cuffs for him. Numps, will not you take our side? EDG. Sir, it shall not need; in my mind he offers him a fairer course, to end it by disputation: hast thou nothing to say for thyself, in defence of thy quality? LEATH. Faith, sir, I am not well-studied in these controversies, between the hypocrites and us. But here's one of my motion, puppet Dionysius, shall undertake him, and I'll venture the cause on't. COKES. Who, my hobby-horse! will he dispute with him? LEATH. Yes, sir, and make a hobby-ass of him, I hope. COKES. That's excellent! indeed he looks like the best scholar of them all. Come, sir, you must be as good as your word now. BUSY. I will not fear to make my spirit and gifts known: assist me zeal, fill me, fill me, that is, make me full! WINW. What a desperate, profane wretch is this! is there any ignorance or impudence like his, to call his zeal to fill him against a puppet? QUAR. I know no fitter match than a puppet to commit with an hypocrite! BUSY. First, I say unto thee, idol, thou hast no calling.