COR. Faith, a whole volume of humour, and worthy the unclasping. MIT. As how? What name do you give him first? COR. He hath shift of names, sir: some call him Apple-John, some signior Whiffe; marry, his main standing name is cavalier Shirt: the rest are but as clean shirts to his natures. MIT. And what makes he in Paul's now? COR. Troth, as you see, for the advancement of a 'si quis', or two; wherein he has so varied himself, that if any of 'em take, he may hull up and down in the humorous world a little longer. MIT. It seems then he bears a very changing sail? COR. O, as the wind, sir: here comes more. ACT III SCENE I. -- THE MIDDLE AISLE OF ST. PAUL'S. SHIFT. [COMING FORWARD.] This is rare, I have set up my bills without discovery. [ENTER ORANGE. ORANGE. What, signior Whiffe! what fortune has brought you into these west parts? SHIFT. Troth, signior, nothing but your rheum; I have been taking an ounce of tobacco hard by here, with a gentleman, and I am come to spit private in Paul's. 'Save you, sir. ORANGE. Adieu, good signior Whiffe. [PASSES ONWARD. [ENTER CLOVE. CLOVE. Master Apple-John! you are well met; when shall we sup together, and laugh, and be fat with those good wenches, ha? SHIFT. Faith, sir, I must now leave you, upon a few humours and occasions; but when you please, sir. [EXIT. CLOVE. Farewell, sweet Apple-John! I wonder there are no more store of gallants here. MIT. What be these two, signior? COR. Marry, a couple, sir, that are mere strangers to the whole scope of our play; only come to walk a turn or two in this scene of Paul's, by chance. ORANGE. Save you, good master Clove! CLOVE. Sweet master Orange. MIT. How! Clove and Orange? COR. Ay, and they are well met, for 'tis as dry an Orange as ever grew: nothing but salutation, and "O lord, sir!" and "It pleases you to say so, sir!" one that can laugh at a jest for company with a most plausible and extemporal grade; and some hour after in private ask you what it was. The other monsieur, Clove, is a more spiced youth; he will sit you a whole afternoon sometimes in a bookseller's shop, reading the Greek, Italian, and Spanish, when he understands not a word of either; if he had the tongues to his suits, he were an excellent linguist. CLOVE. Do you hear this reported for certainty? ORANGE. O lord, sir. [ENTER PUNTARVOLO AND CARLO, FOLLOWED BY TWO SERVING-MEN, ONE LEADING A DOG, THE OTHER BEARING A BAG. PUNT. Sirrah, take my cloak; and you, sir knave, follow me closer. If thou losest my dog, thou shalt die a dog's death; I will hang thee.