_Cun._ While I dispatch a business with the Knight, And I go with you. Well sed, I thank you, This small Banquet will furnish our few Guests With taste and state enough; one reach my Gown. The action craves it rather than the weather. _1 Serv._ There's one stayes to speak with you, Sir. _Cun._ What is he? _1 Serv._ Faith I know not what, Sir, a Fool, I think, That some Brokers shop has made half a Gentleman; Has the name of a Worthy too. _Cun. Pompey?_ Is't not? _1 Ser._ That's he, Sir. _Cun._ Alas, poor fellow, prethee enter him, he will need too. _Enter second_ Servant _with a Gown_. He shall serve for a Witness. Oh Gramercy: If my friend _Sir Gregory_ comes, you know him, _Enter_ Clown. Entertain him kindly. Oh Master _Pompey_, How is't man? _Clow._ 'Snails, I'm almost starv'd with Love, and cold, and one thing or other; Has not my Lady sent for me yet? _Cun._ Not that I hear, sure some unfriendly Messenger Is imploy'd betwixt you. _Clow._ I was ne'er so cold in my life, in my Conscience I have been seven mile in length, along the New River; I have seen a hundred stickle bags; I do not think but there's gudgeons too; 'twill ne'er be a true water. _Cun._ Why think you so? _Clow._ I warrant you, I told a thousand Millers thumbs in it, I'll make a little bold with your Sweet-meats. _Cun._ And welcome _Pompey_. _Clow._ 'Tis a strange thing, I have no taste in any thing. _Cun._ Oh, that's Love, that distasts any thing but it self. _Clow._ 'Tis worse than Cheese in that point, may not a Man break his word with a Lady? I could find in my heart and my hose too. _Cun._ By no means, Sir, that breaks all the Laws of Love. _Clow._ Well, I'll ne'er pass my word without my deed to A Lady, while I live agen, I would fain recover my taste. _Cun._ Well, I have news to tell you. _Clow._ Good news, Sir? _Cun._ Happy news, I help you away with a Rival your Master bestow'd. _Clow._ Where, for this Plumbs sake-- _Cun._ Nay, listen me. _Clow._ I warrant you, Sir, I have two ears to one mouth, I hear more than I eat, I'de ne'er row by Queen Hive While I liv'd else. _Cun._ I have a Wife for him, and thou shalt witness the Contract. _Clow._ The old one I hope, 'tis not the Lady? _Cun._ Choak him first, 'tis one which thou shalt see, See him, see him deceiv'd, see the deceit, only The injunction is, you shall smile with modesty. _Clow._ I'll simper I'faith, as cold as I am yet, the old one I hope. _Enter_ Servant. _Serv._ Sir, here's Sir _Gregory_. _Cun._ U'd so, shelter, shelter, if you be seen, All's ravell'd out again; stand there private, And you'll find the very opportunity To call you forth, and place you at the Table.