AMO. Sir, shall I say to you for that hat? Be not so sad, be not so sad: It is a relic I could not so easily have departed with, but as the hieroglyphic of my affection; you shall alter it to what form you please, it will take any block; I have received it varied on record to the three thousandth time, and not so few: It hath these virtues beside: your head shall not ache under it, nor your brain leave you, without license; It will preserve your complexion to eternity; for no beam of the sun, should you wear it under zona torrida, hath power to approach it by two ells. It is proof against thunder, and enchantment; and was given me by a great man in Russia, as an especial prized present; and constantly affirm'd to be the hat that accompanied the politic Ulysses in his tedious and ten years' travels. ASO. By Jove, I will not depart withal, whosoever would give me a million. ENTER COS AND PROSAITES. COS. Save you sweet bloods! does any of you want a creature, or a dependent? CRI. Beshrew me, a fine blunt slave! AMO. A page of good timber! it will now be my grace to entertain him first, though I cashier him again in private.--How art thou call'd? COS. Cos, sir, Cos. CRI. Cos! how happily hath fortune furnish'd him with a whetstone? AMO. I do entertain you, Cos; conceal your quality till we be private; if your parts be worthy of me, I will countenance you; if not, catechise you.--Gentles, shall we go? ASO. Stay, sir: I'll but entertain this other fellow, and then-- I have a great humour to taste of this water too, but I'll come again alone for that--mark the place.--What's your name, youth? PROS. Prosaites, sir. ASO. Prosaites! a very fine name; Crites, is it not? CRI. Yes, and a very ancient one, sir, the Beggar. ASO. Follow me, good Prosaites; let's talk. [EXEUNT ALL BUT CRITES.]