_Sir Vaugh._ Moreouer and _Inprimis_, when a Knight or Sentlemen of vrship, does giue you his passe-port, to trauaile in and out to his Company, and giues you money for Gods sake; I trust in Sesu, you will sweare (tooth and nayle) not to make |2630| scalde and wry-mouth Iestes vpon his Knight-hood, will you not? _Hor._ I neuer did it by Parnassus. _Tuc._ Wut sweare by Parnassus and lye too, Doctor Doddipol? _Sir Va._ Thirdly, and last of all sauing one, when your Playes are misse-likt at Court, you shall not crye Mew like a Pusse-cat, |2635| and say you are glad you write out of the Courtiers Element. _Tuc._ Let the Element alone, tis out a thy reach. _Sir Vau._ In brieflynes, when you Sup in Tauernes, amongst your betters, you shall sweare not to dippe your Manners in too much sawce, nor at Table to fling Epigrams, Embleames, or |2640| Play-speeches about you (lyke Hayle-stones) to keepe you out of the terrible daunger of the Shot, vpon payne to sit at the vpper ende of the Table, a’th left hand of Carlo Buffon: sweare all this, by Apollo and the eight or nine Muses. _Hor._ By Apollo, Helicon, the Muses (who march three and |2645| three in a rancke) and by all that belongs to Pernassus, I sweare all this. _Tuc._ Beare witnes. _Cris._ That fearefull wreath, this honour is your due, _All Poets shall be Poet-Apes but you_; |2650| Thankes (_Learnings true Mecænas, Poesies king_) Thankes for that gracious eare, which you haue lent, To this most tedious, most rude argument. _Kin._ Our spirits haue well beene feasted; he whose pen Drawes both corrupt, and cleare bloud from all men: |2655| (Careles what veine he prickes) let him not raue, When his owne sides are strucke, blowes, blowes, doe craue. _Tuc._ Kings-truce, my noble Hearbe-a-grace; my Princely sweet-William, a boone--Stay first, Ist a match or no match, Lady Furniuall Ist? |2660| _Sir Ad._ & _Sir quint._ A match? _Mini._ I, a match, since he hath hit the Mistris so often 1’th fore-game, we’ll eene play out a rubbers. _Sir Ada._ Take her for me. _Sir quin._ Take her for thy selfe, not for me. |2665| _Sir Vau._ Play out your rubbers in Gods name, by Sesu Ile neuer boule more in your Alley, Iddow. _Sir Quin._ My Chaine. _Sir Adam._ My Purse. _Tuc._ Ile Chaine thee presently, and giue thee ten pound and |2670| a purse: a boone my Leige: ... daunce ô my delicate Rufus, at my wedding with this reuerend Antiquary; ist done? wut thou? _Kin._ Ile giue thee Kingly honour: _Night_ and _Sleepe_, With silken Ribands would tye vp our eyes, |2675| But Mistris Bride, one measure shall be led, In scorne of Mid-nights hast, and then to bed. _Exeunt._ _Epilogus:_