_Mineu._ Ile come in no rings pardie, Ile take no golde. _Sir Ada._ Harke in thine eare, take me, I am no golde. |1020| _Enter_ Sir Vaughan _and_ Peter Flash. _Sir Vau._ Master Peter Flash, I will grope about Sir Quintilian, for his terminations touching and considering you. _Flash._ I thanke your Worship, for I haue as good a stomacke to your Worship as a man could wish. |1025| _Sir Vau._ I hope in God a mightie, I shall fill your stomack Master Peter: What two vpon one Sentlemen; Mistris Miniuer, much good doo’t you Sir Adam. _Sir quin._ Sir Vaughan, haue you din’d well Sir Vaughan? _Sir Vau._ As good seere as would make any hungrie man (and a |1030| were in the vilest prison in the world) eate and hee had anie stomacke: One word Sir Quintilian in hugger mugger; heere is a Sentleman of yours, Master Peter Flash, is tesirous to haue his blew coate pul’d ouer his eares; and.... _Flash._ No, Sir, my petition runs thus, that your whorshippe |1035| would thrust mee out of doores, and that I may follow Sir Vaughan. _Sir Vau._ I can tell you Master Flash, and you follow mee I goe verie fast, I thinke in my conscience, I am one of the lightest knights in England. _Flash._ It’s no matter Sir, the Flashes haue euer bin knowne to |1040| be quicke and light enough. _Sir quin._ Sir Vaughan, he shal follow you, he shall dog you good Sir Vaughan. _Enter_ Horace _walking_. _Sir Vau._ Why then Peter Flash I will set my foure markes a |1045| yeare, and a blew coate vpon you. _Fla._ Godamercy to your worship, I hope you shall neuer repent for me. _Sir Vau._ You beare the face of an honest man, for you blush passing well Peter, I will quench the flame out of your name, |1050| and you shall be christned Peter Salamander. _Peter Flash._ The name’s too good for me, I thanke your worship. _Sir Vau._ Are you come Master Horace, you sent mee the Coppie of your letters countenance, and I did write and read it; |1055| your wittes truelie haue done verie valliantlie: tis a good inditements, you ha put in enough for her ha you not? _Hor._ According to my instructions. _Sir Vau._ Tis passing well, I pray Master Horace walke a little beside your selfe, I will turne vpon you incontinent. |1060| _Sir quin._ What Gentleman is this in the Mandilian, a soldyer? _Sir Vau._ No, tho he has a very bad face for a souldier, yet he has as desperate a wit as euer any Scholler went to cuffes for; tis a Sentleman Poet, he has made rimes called Thalamimums, for M. Pride-groome, on vrd widdow. |1065| _Sir qui._ Is this he? welcome Sir, your name? pray you walke not so statelie, but be acquainted with me boldlie; your name Sir? _Hor._ Quintus, Horacius, Flaccus. _Sir Quint._ Good Master Flappus welcome. |1070| _He walkes vp and downe._