CAR. Tut, fear him not, he's a good lean slave; he loves a dog well, I warrant him; I see by his looks, I: -- Mass, he's somewhat like him. 'Slud [TO THE SERVANT.] poison him, make him away with a crooked pin, or somewhat, man; thou may'st have more security of thy life; and -- So sir; what! you have not put out your whole venture yet, have you? PUNT. No, I do want yet some fifteen or sixteen hundred pounds; but my lady, my wife, is 'Out of her Humour', she does not now go. CAR. No! how then? PUNT. Marry, I am now enforced to give it out, upon the return of myself, my dog, and my cat. CAR. Your cat! where is she? PUNT. My squire has her there, in the bag; sirrah, look to her. How lik'st thou my change, Carlo? CAR. Oh, for the better, sir; your cat has nine lives, and your wife has but one. PUNT. Besides, she will never be sea-sick, which will save me so much in conserves. When saw you signior Sogliardo? CAR. I came from him but now; he is at the herald's office yonder; he requested me to go afore, and take up a man or two for him in Paul's, against his cognisance was ready. PUNT. What, has he purchased arms, then? CAR. Ay, and rare ones too; of as many colours as e'er you saw any fool's coat in your life. I'll go look among yond' bills, an I can fit him with legs to his arms. PUNT. With legs to his arms! Good! I will go with you, sir. [THEY GO TO READ THE BILLS. ENTER FASTIDIOUS, DELIRO, AND MACILENTE. FAST. Come, let's walk in Mediterraneo: I assure you, sir, I am not the least respected among ladies; but let that pass: do you know how to go into the presence, sir? MACI. Why, on my feet, sir. FAST. No, on your head, sir; for 'tis that must bear you out, I assure you; as thus, sir. You must first have an especial care so to wear your hat, that it oppress not confusedly this your predominant, or foretop; because, when you come at the presence-door, you may with once or twice stroking up your forehead, thus, enter with your predominant perfect; that is, standing up stiff. MACI. As if one were frighted? FAST. Ay, sir. MACI. Which, indeed, a true fear of your mistress should do, rather than gum-water, or whites of eggs; is't not so, sir? FAST. An ingenious observation. Give me leave to crave your name, sir? DELI. His name is Macilente, sir.