_Sir Vaug._ Then Mistris Miniuer S. Adams Prickshaft must not |1500| hit you; Peter take vp all the cloathes at the table and the Plums. _Enter_ Tucca _and his boy_. _Tuc._ Saue thee my little worshipfull Harper; how doe yee my little cracknels? how doe ye? |1505| _Sir Vau._ Welcome M. Tucca, sit and shoote into your belly some Suger pellets. _Tuc._ No, Godamercy Cadwallader, how doe you Horace? _Ho._ Thankes good Captaine. _Tu._ Wher’s the Sering thou carriest about thee? O haue I found |1510| thee my scowring-sticke; what’s my name Bubo? _Asini._ Wod I were hang’d if I can call you any names but Captaine and Tucca. _Tuc._ No Fye’st; my name’s Hamlet reuenge: thou hast been at Parris garden hast not? |1515| _Hor._ Yes Captaine, I ha plaide Zulziman there. _Sir Vau._ Then M. Horace you plaide the part of an honest man. _Tuc._ Death of Hercules, he could neuer play that part well in’s life, no Fulkes you could not: thou call’st Demetrius Iorneyman Poet, but thou putst vp a Supplication to be a poore Iorneyman |1520| Player, and hadst beene still so, but that thou couldst not set a good face vpon’t: thou hast forgot how thou amblest (in leather pilch) by a play-wagon, in the high way, and took’st mad Ieronimoes part, to get seruice among the Mimickes: and when the Stagerites banisht thee into the Ile of Dogs, thou turn’dst Bandog |1525| (villanous Guy) & euer since bitest therefore I aske if th’ast been at Parris-garden, because thou hast such a good mouth; thou baitst well, read, _lege_, saue thy selfe and read. _Hor._ Why Captaine these are _Epigrams_ compos’d on you. _Tuc._ Goe not out Farding Candle, goe not out, for trusty _Damboys_ |1530| now the deed is done, Ile pledge this Epigram in wine, Ile swallow it, I, yes. _Sir Vau._ God blesse vs, will he be drunke with nittigrams now. _Tuc._ So, now arise sprite ath Buttry; no Herring-bone Ile not pull thee out, but arise deere Eccho rise, rise deuill or Ile coniure |1535| thee vp. _Min._ Good Master Tucca lets ha no coniuring heere. _Sir Vau._ Vddes bloud you scald gouty Captaine, why come you to set encombrances heere betweene the Ladies. _Tuc._ Be not so tart my precious Metheglin, be not (my old |1540| whore a Babilon, sit fast.) _Min._ O Iesu if I know where abouts in London Babilon stands. _Tuc._ Feede and be fat my faire Calipolis, stir not my beauteous wriggle-tailes, Ile disease none of you, Ile take none of you vp, but onely this table-man, I must enter him into some filthy |1545| sincke point, I must. _Hor._ Captaine, you doe me wrong thus to disgrace me. _Tuc._ Thou thinkst thou maist be as sawcy with me as my Buffe Ierkin, to sit vpon me, dost? _Ho._ Dam me, if euer I traduc’d your name, |1550| What imputation can you charge me with? _Sir Vau._ Sblud, I, what cõputations can you lay to his sarge? answer, or by Sesu Ile canuas your coxcombe Tucky. _Min._ If they draw sweet hearts, let vs shift for our selues.