SOG. Save you, good sir Puntarvolo; your dog's in health, sir, I see: How now, Carlo? CAR. We have ta'en simple pains, to choose you out followers here. [SHOWS HIM THE BILLS. PUNT. Come hither, signior. CLOVE. Monsieur Orange, yon gallants observe us; prithee let's talk fustian a little, and gull them; make them believe we are great scholars. ORANGE. O lord, sir! CLOVE. Nay, prithee let us, believe me, -- you have an excellent habit in discourse. ORANGE. It pleases you to say so, sir. CLOVE. By this church, you have, la; nay, come, begin -- Aristotle, in his daemonologia, approves Scaliger for the best navigator in his time; and in his hypercritics, he reports him to be Heautontimorumenos: -- you understand the Greek, sir? ORANGE. O, good sir! MACI. For society's sake he does. O, here be a couple of fine tame parrots! CLOVE. Now, sir, whereas the ingenuity of the time and the soul's synderisis are but embrions in nature, added to the panch of Esquiline, and the inter-vallum of the zodiac, besides the ecliptic line being optic, and not mental, but by the contemplative and theoric part thereof, doth demonstrate to us the vegetable circumference, and the ventosity of the tropics, and whereas our intellectual, or mincing capreal (according to the metaphysicks) as you may read in Plato's Histriomastix -- You conceive me sir? ORANGE. O lord, sir! CLOVE. Then coming to the pretty animal, as reason long since is fled to animals, you know, or indeed for the more modelising, or enamelling, or rather diamondising of your subject, you shall perceive the hypothesis, or galaxia, (whereof the meteors long since had their initial inceptions and notions,) to be merely Pythagorical, mathematical, and aristocratical -- For, look you, sir, there is ever a kind of concinnity and species -- Let us turn to our former discourse, for they mark us not. FAST. Mass, yonder's the knight Puntarvolo. DELI. And my cousin Sogliardo, methinks. MACI. Ay, and his familiar that haunts him, the devil with the shining face. DELI. Let 'em alone, observe 'em not. [SOGLIARDO, PUNTARVOLO, AND CARLO, WALK TOGETHER. SOG. Nay, I will have him, I am resolute for that. By this parchment, gentlemen, I have been so toiled among the harrots yonder, you will not believe! they do speak in the strangest language, and give a man the hardest terms for his money, that ever you knew. CAR. But have you arms, have you arms? SOG. I'faith, I thank them; I can write myself gentleman now; here's my patent, it cost me thirty pound, by this breath. PUNT. A very fair coat, well charged, and full of armory. SOG. Nay, it has as much variety of colours in it, as you have seen a coat have; how like you the crest, sir? PUNT. I understand it not well, what is't?