_Lap._ How? why there was the Carpenter, An unknown thing; an odoriferous Pamphlet, Yet no more Paper, by all computation, Than _Ajax Telamon_ would use at once, Your Herring prov'd the like, able to buy Another _Fishers_ Folly, and your _Pasquil_ Went not below the mad-caps of that time, And shall my elaborate _Kick_ come behind, think you? _Clow._ Yes, it must come behind, 'tis in _Italica_ too, According to your humor. _Lap._ Not in sale, Varlet. _Clow._ In sale, Sir? it shall sail beyond 'em all I tro. _Lap._ What have you there now? oh Page 21. _Clow._ That Page is come to his years, he should be a Serving man. _Lap._ Mark how I snap up the _Duello_ there: One would not use a dog so, I must needs say; but's for the common good. _Clow._ Nay Sir, your Commons seldom fight at sharp, But buffet in a Warehouse. _Lap._ This will save Many a Gentleman of good bloud from bleeding, Sirs, I have a curse from many a Barber-Surgeon; They'd give but too much money to call't in; Turn to Page 45. see what you find there. _Clow._ Oh, out upon him, Page 45. that's an old thief indeed. _Enter Duke, the Lady his Sister, 1 Gent._ _Lap._ The Duke, clap down your Books; away _Galoshio_. _Clow._ Indeed I am too foul to be i' th' presence, They use to shake me off at the chamber door still. [_Ex._ _Lady._ Good my Lord, grant my suit: let me not rise Without the comfort on't: I have not often Been tedious in this kind. _Duke._ Sister, you wrong your self, And those great virtues that your Fame is made of, To waste so much breath for a murderers life. _Lad._ You cannot hate th' offence more than I do, Sir, Nor the offender, the respect I owe Unto his absent brother, makes me a suitor, A most importunate Sister, make me worthy But of this one request. _Duke._ I am deaf To any importunacy, and sorry For your forgetfulness; you never injur'd Your worth so much, you ought to be rebuk'd for't: Pursue good ways, end as you did begin, 'Tis half the guilt to speak for such a sin. _La._ This is loves beggery right, that now is ours, When Ladies love, and cannot shew their powers. [_Ex._ _Du. La Nove?_ _1 Gent._ My Lord. _Duke._ Are these our new Attendants? _Lap._ We are my Lord, and will endure as much As better men, my Lord, and more I trust. _Duke._ What's he? _1 Gent._ My Lord, a decay'd Gentleman, That will do any service. _Duke._ A decay'd one? _1 Gent._ A renounc'd one indeed: for this place only. _Duke._ We renounce him then; go, discharge him instantly. He that disclaims his gentry for meer gains, That man's too base to make a vassal on. _Lap._ What says the Duke? _1 [Gent.]_ Faith little to your comfort, Sir, You must be a Gentleman agen.