_Era._ A pox on him, he is guelt, how he trebles! _Onos._ I am a Gentleman a both sides. _Tut._ He means (so't please your highness) both by Father and Mother. _Sos._ Thou a Gentleman? thou an Ass. _Nea._ He is nere the farther from being a Gent. I assure you. _Tut._ May it please your Grace, I am another, _Nea._ He is another Ass he says, I believe him. _Uncle._ We be three, Heroicall Prince. _Nea._ Nay then we must have the Picture of 'em, and the Word _nos sumus_. _Tut._ That have travell'd all parts of the Globe together. _Unc._ For my part, I have seen the vicissitude of fortune before. _Onos._ Peace _Uncle_, for though you speak a little better than I _Nea._ 'Tis a very little, in truth. _Onos._ Yet we must both give place, as they say to the best Speaker, The Tutor. _Tut._ Yet since it hath pleased your radience to decline so low, as on us, Poor and unworthy dunghils-- _Nea._ What a stinking knaves this! _Tut._ Our Peregrination was nere so facilitated, as since we enter'd the line of your gracious favor, under whose beamy aspect, and by which infallible Mathematical compass, may we but hereafter presume to sail, our industries have reach't their desir'd termination and period; and we shall voluntarily sacrifice our lives to your resplendent eyes, both the Altars and fires of our devoted offerings. _Onos._ Oh divine Tutor! _Cra._ Can you hold Sir? _Era._ He has spoken this very speech to some Whore in _Corinth_. _Nea._ A plague on him for a fustian Dictionary; on my conscience this is the _Ulissean_ Traveller that sent home his Image riding upon Elephants to the great _Mogoll_. _Sos._ The same: his wit is so huge, nought but an Elephant could carry him. _Era._ So heavy you mean. _Nea._ These three, are ev'n the fin'st one fool tripartite, that was ere discovered. _Sos._ Or a treatise of famine divided into three branches. _Era._ The Prince speaks. _The._ I thank ye for your loves; but as I told you, I have so little means, to do for those Few followers I have already, that I would have none shiprack themselves, and fortune, Upon my barren shelf: Sue to _Euphanes_. For he is Prince, and Queen, I would have no man Curse me in his old age. _Cra._ Alass Sir, they desire to follow you But a far off, the farther off the better. _Tut._ I Sir, and't be seven mile off, so we may but follow you, only to countenance us in the confronts and affronts, which (according to your Highness will) we mean on all occasions to put upon the Lord _Euphanes_. _Onos._ He shall not want gibing nor jeering, I warrant him, if he do, I'l forswear wit. _Nea._ It has forsworn thee, I'l swear, it is the ancient enemy to thy house.