_Met._ Are not you he, that were since a Surgeon to the Stews, and undertook to cure what the Church it self could not, Strumpets that rise to your office by being a great Don's Bawd? _Laz._ That commit men nightly, offenceless, for the gain of a groat a prisoner, which your Beadle seems to put up, when you share three pence? _Mend._ Are not you he that is a kisser of men, in drunkenness, and a betrayer in sobriety? _Alg. Diabolo_: they'll rail me into the Gallies again. _Pac._ Yes Signior, thou art even he we speak of all this while: thou mayst by thy place now, lay us by the heels: 'tis true: but take heed, be wiser, pluck not ruin on thine own head: for never was there such an Anatomie, as we shall make thee then: be wise therefore, [Oh] thou child of the night! be friends, and shake hands, thou art a proper man, if thy beard were redder: remember thy worshipful function, a Constable; though thou turn'st day into night, and night into day, what of that? watch less and pray more: [gird thy beares skin (_viz._ thy Rug-gowne) to thy loyes, take thy staffe in thy hand, and goe forth at midnight:] Let not thy mittens abate the talons of thy authority, but gripe theft and whoredom, wheresoever thou meet'st 'em: bear 'em away like a tempest, and lodge 'em safely in thine own house: _Laz._ Would you have whores and thieves lodgd in such a house? _Pac._ They ever do so: I have found a thief, or a whore there, when the whole Suburbs could not furnish me. _Laz._ But why do they lodge there? _Pac._ That they may be safe and forth-coming: for in the morning usually, the thief is sent to the Goal, and the whore prostrates her self to the Justice. _Men._ Admirable _Pachiecho_. _Met._ Thou Cobler of _Christendom_. _Alg._ There is no railing with these rogues: I will close with 'em, till I can cry quittance: why Signiors, and my honest neighbors, will you impute that as a neglect of my friends, which is an imperfection in me? I have been Sandblind from my infancy: to make you amends you shall sup with me. _Laz._ Shall we sup with ye, Sir? O' my conscience, they have wrong'd the Gentleman extreamly. _Alg._ And after supper, I have a project to employ you in, shall make you drink and eat merrily this month: I am a little knavish: why, and doe not I know all you to be knaves? _Pac._ I grant you, we are all knaves, and will be your knaves: But oh, while you live, take heed of being a proud knave. _Alg._ On then pass: I will bear out my staffe, and my staffe shall bear out me. _Laz._ Oh _Lazarillo_, thou art going to supper. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Lucio, _and_ Bobadilla. _Luc._ Pray be not angry.