PROS. What a dull slave was this! But, sirrah, what said he to it, i'faith? LOR. JU. Nay, I know not what he said. But I have a shrewd guess what he thought. PRO. What? what? LOR. JU. Marry, that thou are a damn'd dissolute villain, And I some grain or two better, in keeping thee company. PROS. Tut, that thought is like the moon in the last quarter, 'twill change shortly: but, sirrah, I pray thee be acquainted with my two Zanies here, thou wilt take exceeding pleasure in them if thou hear'st them once, but what strange piece of silence is this? the sign of the dumb man? LOR. JU. Oh, sir, a kinsman of mine, one that may make our music the fuller, an he please, he hath his humour, sir. PROS. Oh, what is't? what is't? LOR. JU. Nay, I'll neither do thy judgment nor his folly that wrong, as to prepare thy apprehension: I'll leave him to the mercy of the time, if you can take him: so. PROS. Well, Signior Bobadilla, Signior Matheo: I pray you know this gentleman here, he is a friend of mine, and one that will well deserve your affection, I know not your name, Signior, but I shall be glad of any good occasion to be more familiar with you. STEP. My name is Signior Stephano, sir, I am this gentleman's cousin, sir, his father is mine uncle; sir, I am somewhat melancholy, but you shall command me, sir, in whatsoever is incident to a gentleman. BOB. Signior, I must tell you this, I am no general man, embrace it as a most high favour, for (by the host of Egypt) but that I conceive you to be a gentleman of some parts, I love few words: you have wit: imagine. STEP. Ay, truly, sir, I am mightily given to melancholy. MAT. O Lord, sir, it's your only best humour, sir, your true melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit, sir: I am melancholy myself divers times, sir, and then do I no more but take your pen and paper presently, and write you your half score or your dozen of sonnets at a sitting. LOR. JU. Mass, then he utters them by the gross. STEP. Truly, sir, and I love such things out of measure. LOR. JU. I'faith, as well as in measure. MAT. Why, I pray you, Signior, make use of my study, it's at your service. STEP. I thank you, sir, I shall be bold, I warrant you, have you a close stool there? MAT. Faith, sir, I have some papers there, toys of mine own doing at idle hours, that you'll say there's some sparks of wit in them, when you shall see them. PROS. Would they were kindled once, and a good fire made, I might see self-love burn'd for her heresy. STEP. Cousin, is it well? am I melancholy enough? LOR. JU. Oh, ay, excellent. PROS. Signior Bobadilla, why muse you so? LOR. JU. He is melancholy too. BOB. Faith, sir, I was thinking of a most honourable piece of service was perform'd to-morrow, being St. Mark's day, shall be some ten years.