_Tuc._ Nay I smell what breath is to come from thee, thy answer is, that there’s no faith to be helde with Heritickes & Infidels, and therfore thou swear’st anie thing: but come, lend mee thy hand, thou and I hence forth will bee _Alexander_ and _Lodwicke_, the |1710| Gemini: sworne brothers, thou shalt be _Perithous_ and Tucca _Theseus_; but Ile leaue thee i’th lurch, when thou mak’st thy voiage into hell: till then, T_hine-assuredly_. _Hor._ With all my soule deare Capten. _Tuc._ Thou’lt shoote thy quilles at mee, when my terrible |1715| backe’s turn’d for all this, wilt not Porcupine? and bring me & my Heliconistes into thy Dialogues to make vs talke madlie wut not Lucian? _Hor._ Capten, if I doe---- _Tuc._ Nay and thou dost, hornes of Lucifer, the _Parcell-Poets_ |1720| shall Sue thy wrangling Muse, in the Court of Pernassus, and neuer leaue hunting her, till she pleade in _Forma Pauperis_: but I hope th’ast more grace: come: friendes, clap handes, tis a bargaine; amiable Bubo, thy fist must walke too: so, I loue thee, now I see th’art a little Hercules, and wilt fight; Ile Sticke thee |1725| now in my companie like a sprig of Rosemary. _Enter_ Sir Rees ap Vaughan _and_ Peter Flash. _Fla._ Draw Sir Rees he’s yonder, shall I vpon him? _Sir Vau._ Vpon him? goe too, goe too Peter Salamander; holde, in Gods name holde; I will kill him to his face, because I meane he |1730| shall answer for it; being an eye-witnes; one vrde Capten Tucky. _Tuc._ Ile giue thee ten thousand words and thou wilt, my little Thomas Thomasius. _Sir Vau._ By Sesu, tis best you giue good vrdes too, least I beate out your tongue, and make your vrde nere to bee taken |1735| more; doe you heare, fiue pounds, fiue pounds Tucky. _Tuc._ Thou shalt ha fiue, and fiue, and fiue, and thou wantst money my Iob. _Sir Vau._ Leaue your fetches and your fegaries, you tough leather-Ierkins; leaue your quandaries, and trickes, and draw vpon |1740| me y’ are best: you conny-catch Widdow _Miniuer-caps_ for fiue pounds, and say tis for me to cry Mum, and make mee run vp and downe in dishonors, and discredites; is ’t not true, you winke-a-pipes rascall? is not true? _Tuc._ Right, true, guilty, I remember’t now; for when I spake |1745| a good word to the Widdow for thee my young Sampson---- _Sir Vau._ For fiue pounds you cheating scab, for 5. pounds, not for me. _Tuc._ For thee ô Cæsar, for thee I tooke vp fiue pounds in golde, that lay in her lap, & said Ide giue it thee as a token |1750| from her: I did it but to smell out how she stood affected to thee, to feele her; I, and I know what she said, I know how I carried away the golde. _Sir Vau._ By Sesu, I ha not the mercy to fall vpon him now: M. Tucky, did widdow Miniuers part quietly from her golde, |1755| because you lyed, and said it was for me? _Tuc._ Quietly, in peace, without grumbling; made no noise, I know how I tempted her in thy behalfe; my little Trangdo.