MACI. Ay, there's a newer edition come forth. FUNG. 'Tis but my hard fortune! well, I'll have my suit changed. I'll go fetch my tailor presently but first, I'll devise a letter to my father. Have you any pen and ink, sister? FAL. What would you do withal? FUNG. I would use it. 'Slight, an it had come but four days sooner, the fashion. [EXIT. FAST. There was a countess gave me her hand to kiss to-day, i' the presence: did me more good by that light than -- and yesternight sent her coach twice to my lodging, to intreat me accompany her, and my sweet mistress, with some two or three nameless ladies more: O, I have been graced by them beyond all aim of affection: this is her garter my dagger hangs in: and they do so commend and approve my apparel, with my judicious wearing of it, it's above wonder. FAL. Indeed, sir, 'tis a most excellent suit, and you do wear it as extraordinary. FAST. Why, I'll tell you now, in good faith, and by this chair, which, by the grace of God, I intend presently to sit in, I had three suits in one year made three great ladies in love with me: I had other three, undid three gentlemen in imitation: and other three gat three other gentlemen widows of three thousand pound a year. DELI. Is't possible? FAST. O, believe it, sir; your good face is the witch, and your apparel the spells, that bring all the pleasures of the world into their circle. FAL. Ah, the sweet grace of a courtier! MACI. Well, would my father had left me but a good face for my portion yet! though I had shared the unfortunate with that goes with it, I had not cared; I might have passed for somewhat in the world then. FAST. Why, assure you, signior, rich apparel has strange virtues: it makes him that hath it without means, esteemed for an excellent wit: he that enjoys it with means, puts the world in remembrance of his means: it helps the deformities of nature, and gives lustre to her beauties; makes continual holiday where it shines; sets the wits of ladies at work, that otherwise would be idle; furnisheth your two-shilling ordinary; takes possession of your stage at your new play; and enricheth your oars, as scorning to go with your scull. MACI. Pray you, sir, add this; it gives respect to your fools, makes many thieves, as many strumpets, and no fewer bankrupts. FAL. Out, out! unworthy to speak where he breatheth. FAST. What's he, signior? DELI. A friend of mine, sir. FAST. By heaven I wonder at you citizens, what kind of creatures you are! DELI. Why, sir? FAST. That you can consort yourselves with such poor seam-rent fellows. FAL. He says true. DELI. Sir, I will assure you, however you esteem of him, he's a man worthy of regard. FAST. Why, what has he in him of such virtue to be regarded, ha? DELI. Marry, he is a scholar, sir.