[ASIDE. COR. Behold, behold, the translated gallant. MIT. O, he is welcome. ENTER FUNGOSO, APPARELLED LIKE FASTIDIOUS BRISK. FUNG. Save you, brother and sister; save you, sir! I have commendations for you out o' the country. I wonder they take no knowledge of my suit: [ASIDE.] -- Mine uncle Sogliardo is in town. Sister methinks you are melancholy; why are you so sad? I think you took me for Master Fastidious Brisk, sister, did you not? FAL. Why should I take you for him? FUNG. Nay, nothing. -- I was lately in Master Fastidious's company, and methinks we are very like. DELI. You have a fair suit, brother, 'give you joy on't. FUNG. Faith, good enough to ride in, brother; I made it to ride in. FAL. O, now I see the cause of his idle demand was his new suit. DELI. Pray you, good brother, try if you can change her mood. FUNG. I warrant you, let me alone: I'll put her out of her dumps. Sister, how like you my suit! FAL. O, you are a gallant in print now, brother. FUNG. Faith, how like you the fashion? it is the last edition, I assure you. FAL. I cannot but like it to the desert. FUNG. Troth, sister, I was fain to borrow these spurs, I have left my gown in the gage for them, pray you lend me an angel. FAL. Now, beshrew my heart then. FUNG. Good truth, I'll pay you again at my next exhibition. I had but bare ten pound of my father, and it would not reach to put me wholly into the fashion. FAL. I care not. FUNG. I had spurs of mine own before, but they were not ginglers. Monsieur Fastidious will be here anon, sister. FAL. You jest! FUNG. Never lend me penny more while you live then; and that I'd be loth to say, in truth. FAL. When did you see him? FUNG. Yesterday; I came acquainted with him at Sir Puntarvolo's: nay, sweet sister. MACI. I fain would know of heaven now, why yond fool Should wear a suit of satin? he? that rook, That painted jay, with such a deal of outside: What is his inside, trow? ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Good heavens, give me patience, patience, patience. A number of these popinjays there are, Whom, if a man confer, and but examine Their inward merit, with such men as want; Lord, lord, what things they are! [ASIDE. FAL. [GIVES HIM MONEY.] Come, when will you pay me again, now? FUNG. O lord, sister! MACI. Here comes another. ENTER FASTIDIOUS BRISK, IN A NEW SUIT. FAST. Save you, signior Deliro! How dost thou, sweet lady? let me kiss thee. FUNG. How! a new suit? ah me! DELI. And how does master Fastidious Brisk? FAST. Faith, live in court, signior Deliro; in grace, I thank God, both of the noble masculine and feminine. I muse speak with you in private by and by. DELI. When you please, sir. FAL. Why look you so pale, brother? FUNG. 'Slid, all this money is cast away now.