INI. Child of hell, this is nothing! I will fetch thee a leape 55 From the top of _Pauls_-ſteeple, to the Standard in _Cheepe_: And lead thee a daunce, through the ſtreets without faile, Like a needle of _Spaine_, with a thred at my tayle. We will ſuruay the _Suburbs_, and make forth our ſallyes, Downe _Petticoate-lane_, and vp the _Smock-allies_, 60 To _Shoreditch_, _Whitechappell_, and so to Saint _Kathernes_. To drinke with the _Dutch_ there, and take forth their patternes: From thence, wee will put in at _Cuſtome-houſe_ key there, And ſee, how the Factors, and Prentizes play there, Falſe with their Maſters; and gueld many a full packe, 65 To ſpend it in pies, at the _Dagger_, and the _Wool-ſacke_. PVG. Braue, braue, _Iniquity_! will not this doe, _Chiefe_? INI. Nay, boy, I wil bring thee to the Bawds, and the Royſters, At _Belins-gate_, feaſting with claret-wine, and oyſters, From thence ſhoot the _Bridge_, childe, to the Cranes i’ the _Vintry_, 70 And ſee, there the gimblets, how they make their entry! Or, if thou hadſt rather, to the _Strand_ downe to fall, ’Gainſt the Lawyers come dabled from _Weſtminſter-hall_ [97] And marke how they cling, with their clyents together, Like Iuie to Oake; so Veluet to Leather: 75 Ha, boy, I would ſhew thee. PVG. Rare, rare! DIV. Peace, dotard, And thou more ignorant thing, that ſo admir’ſt. Art thou the ſpirit thou ſeem’ſt? ſo poore? to chooſe This, for a _Vice_, t’aduance the cauſe of _Hell_, Now? as Vice ſtands this preſent yeere? Remember, 80 What number it is. _Six hundred_ and _ſixteene_. Had it but beene _fiue hundred_, though ſome _ſixty_ Aboue; that’s _fifty_ yeeres agone, and _ſix_, (When euery great man had his _Vice_ ſtand by him, In his long coat, ſhaking his wooden dagger) 85 I could conſent, that, then this your graue choice Might haue done that with his Lord _Chiefe_, the which Moſt of his chamber can doe now. But _Pug_, As the times are, who is it, will receiue you? What company will you goe to? or whom mix with? 90 Where canſt thou carry him? except to Tauernes? To mount vp ona joynt-ſtoole, with a _Iewes_-trumpe, To put downe _Cokeley_, and that muſt be to Citizens? He ne’re will be admitted, there, where _Vennor_ comes. Hee may perchance, in taile of a Sheriffes dinner, 95 Skip with a rime o’ the Table, from _New-nothing_, And take his _Almaine_-leape into a cuſtard, Shall make my Lad _Maioreſſe_, and her ſiſters, Laugh all their hoods ouer their shoulders. But, This is not that will doe, they are other things 100 That are receiu’d now vpon earth, for Vices;