_Tay._ He has fisht fair believe me. _Mule._ See, see, he sweats and trembles. _Foro._ Are you come to your quavers? _Clow._ Oh, ho, ho. _Foro._ I'll make you run division on that o'r ere I leave you; looke you, here are the playfellowes that are so indear'd to you; come sir, first uncase, and then dance, nay I'll make him dance stark naked. _Host._ Oh let him have his shirt on and his _Mogols_ breeches, here are Women ith' house. _Foro._ Well for their sakes he shall. [_Clown teares off his doublet, making strange faces as_ _if compel'd to it, falls into the Dance._ _Tay._ He dances, what a lying rogue was this to say the gentleman could not conjure! _Foro._ He does prettily well, but 'tis voluntary, I assure you, I have no hand in't. _Clow._ As you are a Counjurer, and a rare Artist, free me from these couplets; of all creatures I cannot endure a Frog. _Foro._ But your dancing is voluntary, I can compell you to nothing. _Hostes._ O me, daughter, lets take heed of this fellow, he'll make us dance naked, an' we vex him. [--_Exeunt Hostess and Bianca._ _Foro._ Now cut capers sirra, I'll plague that chine of yours. _Clow._ Ho, ho, ho, my kidneys are rosted. I drop away like a pound of butter rosted. _Tayl._ He will dance himself to death. _Foro._ No matter I'll sell his fat to the Pothecaries, and repair my injury that way. _Host._ Enough in conscience. _Foro._ Well, at your entreaty vanish. And now I wil only make him break his neck in doing a _sommerset_, and that's all the revenge I mean to take of him. _Clow._ O gentlemen, what a rogue was I to belye so an approved Master in the noble dark science? you can witness, this I did only to spoyle his practise and deprive you of the happyness of injoying his worthy labors; rogue that I was to do it, pray sir forgive me. _Foro._ With what face canst thou ask it? _Clow._ With such a face as I deserve, with a hanging look, as all here can testifie. _Foro._ Well gentlemen, that you may perceive the goodness of my temper, I will entertain this rogue againe in hope of amendment, for should I turn him off, he would be hang'd. _Clow._ You may read that in this foul coppy. _Foro._ Only with this promise, you shall never cozen any of my patients. _Clow._ Never. _Foro._ And remember hence forward, that though I cannot conjure, I can make you dance sirra, go get your self into the cottage again. _Enter Cæsario._ _Clow._ I will never more dance leap-Frog: now I have got you into credit, hold it up, and cozen them in abundance. _Foro._ Oh rare rascall. [--_Exit Clown._ _Cesar._ How now, a _Frankford_ mart here, a Mountebank, and his worshipfull auditory?