_Min._ To mee? why Master Captaine, you know that I haue my |1230| choise of three or foure payre of Knights, and therefore haue small reason to flye out I know not how in a man of war. _Tuc._ A man a warre? come thou knowst not what a worshipfull focation tis to be a Captaines wife: three or four payre of Knights? why dost heare Ioane-a-bedlam, Ile enter into bond to |1235| be dub’d by what day thou wilt, when the next action is layde vpon me, thou shalt be Ladified. _Min._ You know I am offered that by halfe a dozen. _Tuc._ Thou shalt little Miniuer, thou shalt, Ile ha this frock turn’d into a foote-cloth; and thou shalt be carted, drawne I |1240| meane, Coacht, Coacht, thou shalt ryde Iigga-Iogge; a Hood shall flap vp and downe heere, and this shipskin-cap shall be put off. _Mini._ Nay perdie, Ile put off my cap for no mans pleasure. _Tuc._ Wut thou be proude little Lucifer? well, thou shalt goe |1245| how thou wilt Maide-marian; come, busse thy little Anthony now, now, my cleane Cleopatria; so, so, goe thy waies Alexis secrets, th’ast a breath as sweet as the Rose, that growes by the Beare-garden, as sweete as the proud’st heade a Garlicke in England: come, wut march in, to the Gentle folkes? |1250| _Mini._ Nay trulie Captaine you shall be my leader. _Tuc._ I say Mary Ambree, thou shalt march formost, Because Ile marke how broad th’art in the heeles. _Mini._ Perdie, I will be set ath last for this time. _Tuc._ Why then come, we’ll walke arme in arme, |1255| As tho we were leading one another to Newgate. _Enter_ Blunt, Crispinus, _and_ Demetrius, _with papers, laughing._ _Cri._ Mine’s of a fashion, cut out quite from yours. _Dem._ Mine has the sharpest tooth, yonder he is. _Blu._ Captaine Tucca. _All hold vp papers._ |1260| _Tuc._ How now? I cannot stand to read supplications now. _Cris._ They’re bitter Epigrams compos’d on you By Horace. _Dem._ And disperst amongst the gallants In seuerall coppies, by Asinius Bubo. |1265| _Tuc._ By that liue Eele? read, _Lege Legito_, read thou Iacke. _Blu._ _Tucca’s growne monstrous, how? rich? that I feare, He’s to be seene for money euery where._ _Tuc._ Why true, shall not I get in my debts, nay and the roague write no better I care not, farewell blacke Iacke farewell. |1270| _Cri._ But Captaine heer’s a nettle. _Tuc._ Sting me, doe. _Cri._ _Tucca’s exceeding tall and yet not hye, He fights with skill, but does most vilye lye._ _Tuc._ Right, for heere I lye now, open, open, to make my |1275| aduersarie come on; and then Sir, heere am I in’s bosome: nay and this be the worst, I shal hug the poore honest face-maker, Ile loue the little Atheist, when he writes after my commendation, another whip? come yerke me. _Dem._ _Tucca will bite, how? growne Satiricall, |1280| No, he bites tables, for he feedes on all._