_Sham._ He looks as like a man as I have seen one: What would you speak of him? speak well I prethee, Even for humanities cause. _1 Gent._ You'd have it truth though? _Sham._ What else Sir? I have no reason to wrong heav'n To favour nature; let her bear her own shame If she be faulty. _1 Gent._ Monstrous faulty there Sir. _Sham._ I'm ill at ease already. _1 Gent._ Pray bear up Sir. _Sham._ I prethee let me take him down with speed then; Like a wild object that I would not look upon. _1 Gent._ Then thus: he's one that will endure as much As can be laid upon him. _Sham._ That may be noble: I'm kept too long from his acquaintance. _1 Gent._ Oh Sir, Take heed of rash repentance, y'are too forward To find out virtue where it never setl'd: Take the particulars first, of what he endures; _Videlicet_, Bastinadoes by the great. _Sham._ How! _1 Gent._ Thumps by the dozen, and your kicks by wholesale. _Sham._ No more of him. _1 Gent._ The twinges by the nostril he snuffs up, And holds it the best remedy for sneezing. _Sham._ Away. _1 Gent._ H'as been thrice switch'd from 7 a clock till 9. Yet with a Cart-Horse stomach, fell to breakfast; Forgetful of his smart. _Sham._ Nay, the disgrace on't; There's no smart but that: base things are felt More by their shames than hurts, Sir. I know you not. But that you live an injury to nature: I'm heartily angry with you. _Lap._ Pray give your blow or kick, and begone then: For I ne'er saw you before; and indeed, Have nothing to say to you, for I know you not. _Sham._ Why wouldst thou take a blow? _Lap._ I would not Sir, Unless 'twere offer'd me; and if from an enemy-- I'd be loth to deny it from a stranger. _Sham._ What, a blow? Endure a blow? and shall he live that gives it? _Lap._ Many a fair year----why not Sir? _Sham._ Let me wonder! As full a man to see to, and as perfect-- I prethee live not long-- _Lap._ How? _Sham._ Let me intreat it: Thou dost not know what wrong thou dost mankind, To walk so long here; not to dye betimes. Let me advise thee, while thou hast to live here, Ev'n for man's honour sake, take not a blow more. _Lap._ You should advise them not to strike me then Sir, For I'll take none I assure you, 'less they are given. _Sham._ How fain would I preserve mans form from shame And cannot get it done! however Sir, I charge thee live not long. _Lap._ This is worse than beating. _Sham._ Of what profession art thou, tell me Sir, Besides a Tailor? for I'll know the truth. _Lap._ A Tailor? I'm as good a Gentleman-- Can shew my Arms and all.