Step. Foh! the stockings be good enough, now summer is coming on, for the dust: I'll have a pair of silk against winter, that I go to dwell in the town. I think my leg would shew in a silk hose-- Brai. Believe me, master Stephen, rarely well. Step. In sadness, I think it would: I have a reasonable good leg. Brai. You have an excellent good leg, master Stephen; but I can not stay to praise it longer now, and I am very sorry for it. [Exit. Step. Another time will serve, Brainworm. Gramercy for this. E. Know. Ha, ha, ha. Step. 'Slid, I hope he laughs not at me; an he do-- E. Know. Here was a letter indeed, to be intercepted by a man's father, and do him good with him! He cannot but think most virtuously, both of me, and the sender, sure, that make the careful costermonger of him in our familiar epistles. Well, if he read this with patience I'll be gelt, and troll ballads for master John Trundle yonder, the rest of my mortality. It is true, and likely, my father may have as much patience as another man, for he takes much physic; and oft taking physic makes a man very patient. But would your packet, master Wellbred, had arrived at him in such a minute of his patience! then we had known the end of it, which now is doubtful, and threatens--[Sees Master Stephen.] What, my wise cousin! nay, then I'll furnish our feast with one gull more toward the mess. He writes to me of a brace, and here's one, that's three: oh, for a fourth, Fortune, if ever thou' It use thine eyes, I entreat thee-- Step. Oh, now I see who he laughed at: he laughed at somebody in that letter. By this good light, an he had laughed at me-- E. Know. How now, cousin Stephen, melancholy? Step. Yes, a little: I thought you had laughed at me, cousin. E. Know. Why, what an I had, coz? what would you have done? Step. By this light, I would have told mine uncle. E. Know. Nay, if you would have told your uncle, I did laugh at you, coz. Step. Did you, indeed? E. Know. Yes, indeed. Step. Why then E. Know. What then? Step. I am satisfied; it is sufficient. E. Know. Why, be so, gentle coz: and, I pray you, let me entreat a courtesy of you. I am sent for this morning by a friend in the Old Jewry, to come to him; it is but crossing over the fields to Moorgate: Will you bear me company? I protest it is not to draw you into bond or any plot against the state, coz. Step. Sir, that's all one an it were; you shall command me twice so far as Moorgate, to do you good in such a matter. Do you think I would leave you? I protest-- E. Know. No, no, you shall not protest, coz. Step. By my fackings, but I will, by your leave:--I'll protest more to my friend, than I'll speak of at this time. E. Know. You speak very well, coz. Step. Nay, not so neither, you shall pardon me: but I speak to serve my turn.