_Dori._ Faith I would have had him rosted like a warden in a brown paper, and no more talk on't: or a feather stuck in's head, like a Quail: or a hanged him in a Dog-coller: what should he be beheaded? we shall have it grow so base shortly, Gentlemen will be out of love with it. _Nis._ I wonder from whence this of the Dwarf's first sprung? _Dor._ From an old leacherous pair of breeches that lay upon a wench to keep her warm: for certainly they are no mans work: and I am sure a Monkey would get one of the guard to this fellow, he was no bigger than a small Portmanteu, and much about that making if'tad legs. _Age._ But Gentlemen, what say you to the _Prince_? _Nis._ I, concerning his being sent I know not whither. _Dorialus._ Why then he will come home I know not when: you shall pardon me, I'll talk no more of this subject, but say, gods be with him where ere he is, and send him well home again: For why, he is gone, or when he will return, let them know that directed him: Only this, there's mad Morisco's in the state; but what they are, I'll tell you when I know. Come, let's go, hear all, and say nothing. _Agen._ Content. [_Exeunt._ _Enter Timantus, and Telamon._ _Tela. Timantus_, is the _Duke_ ready yet? _Tima._ Almost. _Tela._ What ails him? _Tima._ Faith I know not, I think he has dreamt he's but eighteen: has been wors[e] since he sent you forth for the frizling iron. _Tel._ That cannot be, he lay in Gloves all night, and this morning I brought him a new _Periwig_, with a lock at it, and knockt up a swing in's chamber. _Tim._ O but since, his Taylor came, and they have fallen out about the fashion on's cloaths: and yonders a fellow come, has board a hole in's ear; and he has bespoke a Vaulting-horse, you shall see him come forth presently: he looks like Winter, stuck here and there with fresh flowers. _Tela._ Will he not Tilt think you? _Tima._ I think he will. _Tela._ What does he mean to doe? _Tim._ I know not: but by this light I think he is in love; he wou'd ha' bin shav'd but for me. _Tela._ In love with whom? _Tim._ I could guess, but you shall pardon me: he will take me along with him some-whither. _Tela._ I overheard him ask your opinion of some bodies beauty. _Tima._ Yes, there it goes, that makes him so youthfull, and h'as layd by his Crutch, and halts now with a leading staff. _Enter Leontine with a staff and a looking glass._ _Leon. Timantus_. _Tim._ Sir. _Leon._ This Feather is not large enough. _Tim._ Yes faith, 'tis such [a] one as the rest of the young Gallants wear. _Leon. Telamon_, does it doe well? _Tela._ Sir, it becomes you, or you become it, the rareliest-- _Leon._ Away, dost think so?