_Fra._ I, this was sport that I have tightly lov'd, I could have kept company with the Hounds. _Bust._ You are fit for no other company yet. _Fra._ Run with the Hare; and bin in the whore's tail y' faith: _Bust._ That was before I was born, I did ever mistrust I was a Bastard, Because _Lapis_ is in the singular number with me. _Enter_ Otrante _and_ Gerasto. _Otr._ Leave thou that game (_Gerasto_) and chase here, Do thou but follow it with my desires, Thou'lt not return home empty. _Ger._ I am prepar'd (My Lord) with advantages: and see Yonder's the subject I must work upon: _Otr._ Her brother [?'tis,] methinks it should be easie: That gross compound cannot but diffuse The soul in such a latitude of ease, As to make dull her faculties, and lazie: What wit above the least can be in him, That Reason ties together? _Ger._ I have prov'd it, Sir, And know the depth of it: I have the way To make him follow me a hackney-pace, With all that flesh about him; yes, and dragg His Sister after him: This baits the old one, Rid you him, and leave me to the other. [_Exit._ _Otr._ 'Tis well: Oh _Franio_, the good day to you; You were not wont to hear this Musick standing: The Beagle and the Bugle ye have lov'd, In the first rank of Huntsmen. _Bust._ The dogs cry out of him now. _Fra._ Sirrah, leave your barking, I'll bite you else: _Bust._ Curr, Curr. _Fra._ Slave, do'st call me dog? _Otr._ Oh fie Sir, he speaks _Latine_ to you, He would know why you'll bite him. _Bust. Responde cur_; You see his understanding (my Lord.) _Fra._ I shall have a time to curry you for this: But (my Lord) to answer you, the daies have been I must have footed it before this Horn-pipe, Though I had hazarded my Mill a fire, And let the stones grind empty: but those dancings Are done with me: I have good will to it still, And that's the best I can do. _Otr._ Come, come, you shall be hors'd: Your company deserves him, though you kill him, Run him blind, I care not. _Bust._ He'll do't o'th' purpose (my Lord) to bring him up to the Mill. _Fra._ Do not tempt me too far (my Lord.) _Otr._ There's a foot i'th' stirrop: I'll not leave you now: You shall see the Game fall once again: _Fra._ Well (my Lord) I'll make ready my legs for you, And try 'em once a horseback: sirrah, my charge, keep it. [_Exit._ _Bust._ Yes, when you pare down your dish for conscience sake, When your thumb's coyn'd into _bone & legalis_, When you are a true Man-Miller. _Otr._ What's the matter _Bustofa_?