_Foro._ Ne'er thinke of him, Though that captain writ a full hand gallop, And wasted indeed more harmeless paper than Ever did laxative Physick, Yet will I make you to out-scribble him, And set down what you please, The world shall better believe you. _Cox._ Worthy sir I thank you, there's mony. _Foro._ A new office For writing pragmaticall Curranto's. _Pedant._ I am a school-master sir, And would fain conferre with you About erecting 4 new sects of religion at _Amsterdam_. _Foro._ What the Divell should New sects of religion doe there? _Pedant._ I assure you I would get A great deal of money by it. _Foro._ And what are the 4 new sects Of religion you would plant there? _Ped._ Why that's it I come about sir, 'Tis a Divel of your raising must invent 'em, I confess I am too weak to compass it. _Foro._ So sir, then you make it a matter of no difficulty To have them tolerated. _Pedant._ Trouble not your self for that, Let but your Divel set them a foot once. I have Weavers, and Ginger-bread makers, And mighty _Aquavitæ-men_, shall set them a going. _Foro._ This is somewhat difficult, And will aske some conference with the divell. _Ped._ Take your own leasure sir, I have another business too, because I mean To leave _Italy_, and bury my self in those neather parts Of the low countries. _Foro._ What's that sir. _Ped._ Marry I would fain make 9 dayes to the week, for the more ample benefit of the captain. _Foro._ You have a shrewd pate sir. _Ped._ But how this might be compass'd? _Foro._ Compass'd easily; tis but making A new Almanack, and dividing the compass Of the year into larger penny-worths, As a Chandler with his compass makes A Geometrick proportion of the _Holland_ cheese He retailes by stivers. But for getting of it licenc'd? _Ped._ Trouble not your self with that sir, There's your mony. _Foro._ For four new sects of religions, And 9 dayes to the week. _Ped._ To be brought in at general pay-dayes, Write I beseech you. _Foro._ At generall pay-dayes. _Taylor._ I am by profession a Taylor, You have heard of me. _Foro._ Yes sir, and will not steal from you The least part of that commendation I have heard utter'd. _Taylor._ I take measure of your worth sir, And because I will not afflict you with any large bill Of circumstances, I will snip off particulars. I would fain invent some strange And exquisite new fashions. _Foro._ Are you not travel'd sir. _Tay._ Yes sir, but have observ'd all we can see Or invent, are but old ones with new names to'em, Now I would some way or other grow more curious. _Foro._ Let me see; to devise new fashions-- Were you never in the Moon? _Tay._ In the Moon tavern! yes sir, often.