AMO. Nay, play it, I pray you; you do well, you do well. [HE SINGS IT.]--How like you it, sir? HED. Very well, in troth. AMO. But very well! O, you are a mere mammothrept in judgment, then. Why, do not observe how excellently the ditty is affected in every place? that I do not marry a word of short quantity to a long note? nor an ascending syllable to a descending tone? Besides, upon the word "best" there, you see how I do enter with an odd minum, and drive it through the brief; which no intelligent musician, I know, but will affirm to be very rare, extraordinary, and pleasing. MER. And yet not fit to lament the death of a lady, for all this. CUP. Tut, here be they will swallow anything. PHA. Pray you, let me have a copy of it, Amorphus. PHI. And me too; in troth I like it exceedingly. AMO. I have denied it to princes; nevertheless to you, the true female twins of perfection, I am won to depart withal. HED. I hope, I shall have my Honour's copy. PHA. You are Ambitious in that, Hedon. RE-ENTER ANAIDES. AMO. How now, Anaides! what is it hath conjured up this distemperature in the circle of your face? ANA. Why, what have you to do? A pox upon your filthy travelling face! hold your tongue. HED. Nay, dost hear, Mischief? ANA. Away, musk-cat! AMO. I say to thee thou art rude, debauch'd, impudent, coarse, unpolish'd, a frapler, and base. HED. Heart of my father, what a strange alteration has half a year's haunting of ordinaries wrought in this fellow! that came with a tufftaffata jerkin to town but the other day, and a pair of pennyless hose, and now he is turn'd Hercules, he wants but a club. ANA. Sir, you with the pencil on your chin; I will garter my hose with your guts, and that shall be all. [EXIT.] MER. 'Slid, what rare fireworks be here? flash, flash. PHA. What is the matter Hedon? can you tell? HED. Nothing, but that he lacks crowns, and thinks we'll lend him some to be friends. RE-ENTER ASOTUS AND MORIA, WITH MORUS. ASO. Come sweet lady, in good truth I'll have it, you shall not deny me. Morus, persuade your aunt I may have her picture, by any means. MORUS. Yea, sir: good aunt now, let him have it; he will use me the better; if you love me do, good aunt. MOR. Well, tell him he shall have it. MORUS. Master, you shall have it, she says. ASO. Shall I? thank her, good page. CUP. What, has he entertained the fool? MER. Ay, he'll wait close, you shall see, though the beggar hang off a while. MORUS. Aunt, my master thanks you. MOR. Call him hither. MORUS. Yes; master. MOR. Yes, in verity, and gave me this purse, and he has promised me a most fine dog; which he will have drawn with my picture, he says: and desires most vehemently to be known to your ladyships. PHA. Call him hither, 'tis good groping such a gull.