_Sir Alex._ Sir Davy Dapper, The furniture that doth adorn this room Cost many a fair grey groat ere it came here; But good things are most cheap when they're most dear. Nay, when you look into my galleries, How bravely they're trimm'd up, you all shall swear You're highly pleas'd to see what's set down there: Stories of men and women, mix'd together, Fair ones with foul, like sunshine in wet weather; Within one square a thousand heads are laid, So close that all of heads the room seems made; As many faces there, fill'd with blithe looks Shew like the promising titles of new books Writ merrily, the readers being their own eyes, Which seem to move and to give plaudities; And here and there, whilst with obsequious ears Throng'd heaps do listen, a cut-purse thrusts and leers With hawk's eyes for his prey; I need not shew him; By a hanging, villainous look yourselves may know him, The face is drawn so rarely: then, sir, below, The very floor, as 't were, waves to and fro, And, like a floating island, seems to move Upon a sea bound in with shores above. _All._ These sights are excellent![448] [Footnote 448: _The Roaring Girl_, I, i. Pointed out by M.W. Sampson, _Modern Language Notes_, June, 1915.] A closer view of this audience--"men and women, mix'd together, fair ones with foul"--is furnished by one of the letters of Orazio Busino,[449] the chaplain of the Venetian Embassy, who visited the Fortune playhouse shortly after his arrival in London in 1617: