_Tuc._ Wel said my Poeticall huckster, now he’s in thy handling rate him, doe rate him well. |2535| _Hor._ O I beseech your Maiesty, rather then thus to be netled, Ile ha my Satyres coate pull’d ouer mine eares, and bee turn’d out a the nine Muses Seruice. _Asin._ And I too, let mee be put to my shiftes with myne Ningle. _Sir Vau._ By Sesu so you shall M. Bubo; flea off this hairie skin |2540| M. Horace, so, so, so, vntrusse, vntrusse. _Tuc._ His Poeticall wreath my dapper puncke-fetcher. _Hor._ Ooh---- _Sir Vau._ Nay your oohs, nor your _Callin-oes_ cannot serue your turne; your tongue you know is full of blisters with rayling, |2545| your face full of pockey-holes and pimples, with your fierie inuentions: and therefore to preserue your head from aking, this Biggin is yours,----nay by Sesu you shall bee a Poet, though not Lawrefyed, yet Nettlefyed, so: _Tuc._ Sirra stincker, thou’rt but vntruss’d now, I owe thee a |2550| whipping still, and Ile pay it: I haue layde roddes in Pisse and Vineger for thee: It shall not bee the _Whipping a’ th Satyre_, nor the Whipping of the blinde-Beare, but of a counterfeit Iugler, that steales the name of Horace. _Kin._ How? counterfeit? does hee vsurpe that name? |2555| _Sir Vau._ Yes indeede ant please your Grace, he does sup vp that abhominable name. _Tuc._ Hee does O King _Cambises_, hee does: thou hast no part of Horace in thee but’s name, and his damnable vices: thou hast such a terrible mouth, that thy beard’s afraide to peepe out: but, |2560| looke heere you staring Leuiathan, heere’s the sweete visage of Horace; looke perboylde-face, looke; Horace had a trim long-beard, and a reasonable good face for a Poet, (as faces goe now-a-dayes) Horace did not skrue and wriggle himselfe into great Mens famyliarity, (impudentlie) as thou doost: nor weare the |2565| Badge of Gentlemens company, as thou doost thy Taffetie sleeues tackt too onely with some pointes of profit: No, Horace had not his face puncht full of Oylet-holes, like the couer of a warming-pan: Horace lou’d Poets well, and gaue Coxcombes to none but fooles; but thou lou’st none, neither Wisemen nor fooles, but |2570| thy selfe: Horace was a goodly Corpulent Gentleman, and not so leane a hollow-cheekt Scrag as thou art: No, heere’s thee Coppy of thy countenance, by this will I learne to make a number of villanous faces more, and to looke scuruily vpon’th world, as thou dost. |2575| _Cri._ Sir Vaughan will you minister their oath? _Sir Vau._ Master Asinius Bubo, you shall sweare as little as you can, one oath shall damme vp your Innocent mouth. _Asin._ Any oath Sir, Ile sweare any thing.