_Mer._ I do confess it Sir, provided still they be Canonical, and [have] some worthy hands set to 'um for probation: but we forget our selves. _Pand._ Sir, enter when you please, and all good language tip your tongue. _Merc._ All that love Learning pray for my good success. [_Exit Mercer._ _Actus Quartus. Scæna Tertia._ _Enter_ Lazarello _and his Boy_. _Laz._ [Boy, whereabouts] are we? _Boy._ Sir, by all tokens this is the house, bawdy I am sure, [by] the broken windows, the Fish head is within; if ye dare venture, here you may surprize it. _Laz._ The misery of man may fitly be compar'd to a Didapper, who when she is under water, past our sight, and indeed can seem no more to us, rises again; shakes but her self, and is the same she was, so is it still with transitory man, this day: oh but an hour since, and I was mighty, mighty in knowledge, mighty in my hopes, mighty in blessed means, and was so truly happy, that I durst have said, live _Lazarello_, and be satisfied: but now-- _Boy._ Sir, ye are yet afloat, and may recover, be not your own wreck, here lies the harbor, goe in and ride at ease. _Laz._ Boy, I am receiv'd to be a Gentleman, a Courtier, and a man of action, modest, and wise, and be it spoken with thy reverence, Child, abounding virtuous; and wouldst thou have a man of these choise habits, covet the cover of a bawdy-house? yet if I goe not in, I am but-- _Boy._ But what Sir? _Laz._ Dust boy, but dust, and my soul unsatisfied shall haunt the keepers of my blessed Saint, and I will appear. _Boy._ An ass to all men; Sir, these are no means to stay your appetite, you must resolve to enter. _Laz._ Were not the house subject to Martial Law-- _Boy._ If that be all, Sir, ye may enter, for ye can know nothing here that the Court is ignorant of, only the more eyes shall look upon you, for there they wink one at anothers faults. _Laz._ If I doe not. _Boy._ Then ye must beat fairly back again, fall to your physical mess of porridge, and the twice sack'd carkass of a Capon: Fortune may favour you so much, to send the bread to it: but it's a mee[re] venture, and money may be put out upon it. _Laz._ I will go in and live; pretend some love to the Gentlewoman, screw my self in affection, and so be satisfied. _Pan._ This Fly is caught, is mash'd already, I will suck him, and lay him by. _Boy._ Muffle your self in your cloak by any means, 'tis a receiv'd thing among gallants, to walk to their leachery, as though they had the rheum, 'twas well you brought not your horse. _Laz._ Why Boy?