PUP. DION. _You lie, I am call'd Dionysius._ LEATH. The motion says, you lie, he is call'd Dionysius in the matter, and to that calling he answers. BUSY. I mean no vocation, idol, no present lawful calling. PUP. DION. _Is yours a lawful calling?_ LEATH. The motion asketh, if yours be a lawful calling. BUSY. Yes, mine is of the spirit. PUP. DION. _Then idol is a lawful calling._ LEATH. He says, then idol is a lawful calling; for you call'd him idol, and your calling is of the spirit. COKES. Well disputed, hobby-horse. BUSY. Take not part with the wicked, young gallant: he neigheth and hinnieth; all is but hinnying sophistry. I call him idol again; yet, I say, his calling, his profession is profane, it is profane, idol. PUP. DION. _It is not profane._ LEATH. It is not profane, he says. BUSY. It is profane. PUP. DION. _It is not profane._ BUSY. It is profane. PUP. DION. _It is not profane._ LEATH. Well said, confute him with _Not_, still. You cannot bear him down with your base noise, sir. BUSY. Nor he me, with his treble creeking, though he creek like the chariot wheels of Satan; I am zealous for the cause-- LEATH. As a dog for a bone. BUSY. And I say, it is profane, as being the page of Pride, and the waiting-woman of Vanity. PUP. DION. _Yea! what say you to your tire-women, then?_ LEATH. Good. PUP. DION. _Or feather-makers in the Friers, that are of your faction of faith? are not they with their perukes, and their puffs, their fans, and their huffs, as much pages of Pride, and waiters upon Vanity? What say you, what say you, what say you?_ BUSY. I will not answer for them. PUP. DION. _Because you cannot, because you cannot. Is a bugle-maker a lawful calling? or the confect-makers? such you have there; or your French fashioner? you would have all the sin within yourselves, would you not, would you not?_ BUSY. No, Dagon. PUP. DION. _What then, Dagonet? is a puppet worse than these?_ BUSY. Yes, and my main argument against you is, that you are an abomination; for the male, among you, putteth on the apparel of the female, and the female of the male. PUP. DION. _You lie, you lie, you lie abominably._ COKES. Good, by my troth, he has given him the lie thrice. PUP. DION. _It is your old stale argument against the players, but it will not hold against the puppets; for we have neither male nor female amongst us. And that thou may'st see, if thou wilt, like a malicious purblind zeal as thou art._ [Takes up his garment. EDG. By my faith, there he has answer'd you, friend, a plain demonstration. PUP. DION. _Nay, I'll prove, against e'er a Rabbin of them all, that my standing is as lawful as his; that I speak by inspiration, as well as he; that I have as little to do with learning as he; and do scorn her helps as much as he._ BUSY. I am confuted, the cause hath failed me. PUP. DION. _Then be converted, be converted._ LEATH. Be converted, I pray you, and let the play go on!