_Bawdb._ Give ground, whilst I drill my wits to the encounter, _Devitry_, I take it. _Devi._ All's that left of him. _Bawdb._ Is there another parcel of you, if it be at pawn I will gladly redeem it, to make you wholly mine. _Vitry._ You seek too hard a pennyworth. _Bawdb._ You too ill to keep such distance; your parts have been long known To me, howsoever you please to forget acquaintance. _Vit._ I must confess I have been subject to lewd company. _Bawdb._ Thanks for your good remembrance, You have been a soldier _Devitry_ and born[e] Arms. _Vit._ A couple of unprofitable ones, that have only serv'd to get me a stomach to my dinner. _Bawdb._ Much good may it do you, Sir. _Vitry._ You sh[ould] have heard me say I had din'd first, I have built on an unwholsome ground, rais'd up a house, before I knew a Tenant, matcht to meet weariness, sought to find want and hunger. _Bawdb._ It is time you put up your sword, and run away for meat, Sir, nay, if I had not withdrawn e'r now, I might have kept thee; fast with you: but since the way to thrive is never late, what is the nearest course to profit think you? _Vitry._ It may be your worship will say bawdry. _Bawdb._ True sense, bawdry. _Vitry._ Why, is the[re] five kinds of them, I never knew but one. _Bawdb._ I'll shew you a new way of prostitution, fall back, further yet, further, there is fifty crowns, do but as much to _Protaldye_ the Queens favorite, they are doubled. _Vitry._ But thus much. _Bawdb._ Give him but an affront as he comes to the presence, and in his drawing make way, like a true bawd to his valour, the s[um]'s thy own; if you take a scratch in the arm or so, every drop of bloud weighs down a ducket. _Vitry._ After that rate, I and my friends would begger the kingdom. Sir, you have made me blush to see my want, whose cure is such a cheap and easie purchase, this is Male-bawdry belike. _Enter_ Protaldy, _a Lady, and Revellers_. _Bawdb._ See, you shall not be long earning your wages, your work's before your eyes. _Vitry._ Leave it to my handling, I'll fall upon't instantly. _Bawdb._ What opinion will the managing of this affair Bring to my wisdom? my invention tickles With apprehension on't: _Pro._ These are the joyes of marriage, Lady, Whose sights are able to dissolve Virginity. Speak freely, do you not envy the Brides felicity? _Lady._ How should I, being partner of't? _Pro._ What you enjoy is but the Banquets view, The taste stands from your pallat; if he impart By day so much of his content, think what night gave? _Vitry._ Will you have a relish of wit, Lady? _Bawdb._ This is the man. _Lady._ If it be not dear, Sir.