CRI. Indeed, I think, next a traveller, he does prettily well. AMO. I assure you it was wine, I have tasted it, and from the hand of an Italian antiquary, who derives it authentically from the duke of Ferrara's bottles. How name you the gentleman you are in rank there with, sir? CRI. 'Tis Asotus, son to the late deceased Philargyrus, the citizen. AMO. Was his father of any eminent place or means? CRI. He was to have been praetor next year. AMO. Ha! a pretty formal young gallant, in good sooth; pity he is not more genteelly propagated. Hark you, Crites, you may say to him what I am, if you please; though I affect not popularity, yet I would loth to stand out to any, whom you shall vouchsafe to call friend. CRI. Sir, I fear I may do wrong to your sufficiencies in the reporting them, by forgetting or misplacing some one: yourself can best inform him of yourself sir; except you had some catalogue or list of your faculties ready drawn, which you would request me to show him for you, and him to take notice of. AMO. This Crites is sour: [ASIDE.]--I will think, sir. CRI. Do so, sir.--O heaven! that anything in the likeness of man should suffer these rack'd extremities, for the uttering of his sophisticate good parts. [ASIDE.] ASO. Crites, I have a suit to you; but you must not deny me; pray you make this gentleman and I friends. CRI. Friends! why, is there any difference between you? ASO. No; I mean acquaintance, to know one another. CRI. O, now I apprehend you; your phrase was without me before. ASO. In good faith, he's a most excellent rare man, I warrant him. CRI. 'Slight, they are mutually enamour'd by this time. [ASIDE.] ASO. Will you, sweet Crites? CRI. Yes, yes. ASO. Nay, but when? you'll defer it now, and forget it. CRI. Why, is it a thing of such present necessity, that it requires so violent a dispatch! ASO. No, but would I might never stir, he's a most ravishing man! Good Crites, you shall endear me to you, in good faith; la! CRI. Well, your longing shall be satisfied, sir. ASO. And withal, you may tell him what my father was, and how well he left me, and that I am his heir. CRI. Leave it to me, I'll forget none of your dear graces, I warrant you. ASO. Nay, I know you can better marshal these affairs than I can --O gods! I'd give all the world, if I had it, for abundance of such acquaintance. CRI. What ridiculous circumstance might I devise now, to bestow this reciprocal brace of butterflies one upon another? [ASIDE.]