_Bian._ Sir, be not jealous of my care and duty; I am so far from entertaining thoughts Of liberty, that much more excellent objects Than any of such course contents as these are, Could not betray mine eye to force my heart; Conceive a wish of any dearer happiness Than your direction warrant's. I am yours Sir. _Hostess._ What thinks the Man now? Is not this strange at 13. _Host._ Very good words, there's a tang in e'm, and a sweet one, 'tis musick (wife) and now I come t'ee. Let us a little examine the several conditions of our Paragraphistical suitors. The first, a travelling Tailor, who by the mystery of his Needle and Thimble, hath survey'd the fashions of the French, and English; this Signior Ginger-bread, stitcht up in the shreds of a g[a]udy outside, sows Linings with his cross-leg'd complement, like an Ape doing tricks over a staffe, cringes, and crouches, and kisses his forefinger. _Hostess._ Out upon him. _Host._ A second, a lavolteteere, a saltatory, a dancer with a Kit at his Bum, one that, by teaching great _Madonnas_ to foot it, has miraculously purchast a ribanded Wastcote, and four clean pair of socks; a fellow that skips as he walkes, and instead of sensible discourse, vents the curious conceit of some new tune stolen from a Mask, or a bawdy dittie, elevated for the _Pole Artick_ of a Ladies chamber, in that file stands another of your inamoratoes. _Hostess._ Hang him and his Fiddle together, he never fidles any child of ours. _Host._ The third, a Mongrel, got by a _Switzer_ on an _Italian_; this puppy, being left well estated, comes to _Florence_, that the world may take notice, how impossible it is for experience to alter the course of nature; a fool (wife) and indeed, a Clown turn'd Gallant, seldom or never proves other than a gallant fool, this toy prates to little purpose other than What's a Clock? Shall's go drink? De'e forsooth? and thank ye heartily; I fear no art in him to catch thee, and yet we must be tormented with this buzard amongst the rest. _Hostess._ 'Tis your own folly, forbid him the House. _Host._ The fourth, a Mule-driver, a stubborn and a harsh knave: the fifth a School-Master, a very amorous Pedant, run almost mad with study of Sonnets, and Complements out of old Play-ends, the last an Advocates Clerk, that speaks pure Fustian in Law-terms: excellent Courtiers all, and all as neate as a _Magnifio_'s post new painted, at his entrance to an office; thou shalt have none of 'em. Laugh at 'em, do. I say thou shalt have none of 'em. _Bian._ Still your command to me shall stand a Law.