LOR. JU. What! have you it? STEP. No, I think I was bewitched, I. LOR. JU. Nay, do not weep, a pox on it, hang it, let it go. STEP. Oh, it's here; nay, an it had been lost, I had not cared but for a jet ring Marina sent me. LOR. JU. A jet ring! oh, the poesie, the poesie! STEP. Fine, i'faith: "Though fancy sleep, my love is deep": meaning that though I did not fancy her, yet she loved me dearly. LOR. JU. Most excellent. STEP. And then I sent her another, and my poesie was: "The deeper the sweeter, I'll be judged by Saint Peter." LOR. JU. How, by St. Peter? I do not conceive that. STEP. Marry, St. Peter to make up the metre. LOR JU. Well, you are beholding to that Saint, he help'd you at your need; thank him, thank him. MUS. I will venture, come what will: Gentlemen, please you change a few crowns for a very excellent good 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's 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: howe'er, vouchsafe to remember it is my want speaks, not myself: this condition agrees not with my spirit. LOR. JU. Where hast thou served? MUS. May it please you, Signior, in all the provinces of Bohemia, Hungaria, Dalmatia, Poland, where not? I have been a poor servitor by sea and land, any time this xiiij. years, and follow'd 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 America in the galleys thrice, where I was most dangerously shot in the head, through both the thighs, and yet, being thus maim'd, 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? MUS. Faith, Signior, 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; but what though, I pray you say, what would you ask? MUS. I assure you the blade may become the side of the best prince in Europe. LOR. JU. Ay, with a velvet scabbard. STEP. Nay, an't be mine it shall have a velvet scabbard, that is flat, I'd not wear it as 'tis an you would give me an angel. MUS. At your pleasure, Signior, nay, it's 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 -- LOR. JU. Come, come, you shall not buy it; hold, there's a shilling, friend, take thy rapier. STEP. Why, but I will buy it now, because you say so: what, shall I go without a rapier? LOR. JU. You may buy one in the city. STEP. Tut, I'll buy this, so I will; tell me your lowest price. LOR. JU. You shall not, I say.