Though Fancy sleep, My love is deep. Meaning, that though I did not fancy her, yet she loved me dearly. E. Know. Most excellent! Step. And then I sent her another, and my poesie was, The deeper the sweeter, I'll be judg'd by St. Peter. E. Know. How, by St. Peter? I do not conceive that. Step. Marry, St. Peter, to make up the metre. E. Know. Well, there the saint was your good patron, he help'd you at your need; thank him, thank him. Brai. I cannot take leave on 'em so; I will venture, come what will. [Comes forward.] Gentlemen, please you change a few crowns for a very excellent blade here? I am a poor gentleman, a soldier, one that, in the better state of my fortunes, scorned so mean a refuge; but now it is the humour of necessity to have it so. You seem to be gentlemen well affected to martial men, else I should rather die with silence, than live with shame: however, vouchsafe to remember it is my want speaks, not myself; this condition agrees not with my spirit-- E. Know. Where hast thou served? Brai. May it please you, sir, in all the late wars of Bohemia, Hungary, Dalmatia, Poland, where not, sir? I have been a poor servitor by sea and land any time this fourteen years, and followed the fortunes of the best commanders in Christendom. I was twice, shot at the taking of Aleppo, once at the relief of Vienna; I have been at Marseilles, Naples, and the Adriatic gulf, a gentleman-slave in the gallies, thrice; where I was most dangerously shot in the head, through both the thighs; and yet, being thus maimed, I am void of maintenance, nothing left me but my scars, the noted marks of my resolution. Step. How will you sell this rapier, friend? Brai. Generous sir, I refer it to your own judgment; you are a gentleman, give me what you please. Step. True, I am a gentleman, I know that, friend; but what though! I pray you say, what would you ask? Brai. I assure you, the blade may become the side or thigh of the best prince in Europe. E. Know. Ay, with a velvet scabbard, I think. Step. Nay, an't be mine, it shall have a velvet scapbard, coz, that's flat; I'd not wear it, as it is, an you would give me an angel, Brai. At your worship's pleasure, sir; nay, 'tis a most pure Toledo. Step. I had rather it were a Spaniard. But tell me, what shall I give you for it? An it had a silver hilt E. Know. Come, come, you shall not buy it: hold, there's a shilling, fellow; take thy rapier. Step. Why, but I will buy it now, because you say so; and there's another shilling, fellow; I scorn to be out-bidden. What, shall I walk with a cudgel, like Higginbottom, and may have a rapier for money. E. Know. You may buy one in the city. Step. Tut! I'll buy this i' the field, so I will: I have a mind to't, because 'tis a field rapier. Tell me your lowest price.