Fitz-dottrel _goes out_. MER. Why this Is well! The clothes we’haue now: But, where’s this _Lady_? If we could get a witty boy, now, _Ingine_; That were an excellent cracke: I could inſtruct him, To the true height. For any thing takes this _dottrel_. ING. Why, Sir your beſt will be one o’ the players! 60 MER. No, there’s no truſting them. They’ll talke on’t, And tell their _Poets_. ING. What if they doe? The ieſt will brooke the Stage. But, there be ſome of ’hem Are very honeſt Lads. There’s _Dicke Robinſon_ A very pretty fellow, and comes often 65 To a Gentlemans chamber, a friends of mine. We had The merrieſt ſupper of it there, one night, The Gentlemans Land-lady invited him To’a Goſſips feaſt. Now, he Sir brought _Dick Robinſon_, Dreſt like a Lawyers wife, amongſt ’hem all; 70 (I lent him cloathes) but, to ſee him behaue it; And lay the law; and carue; and drinke vnto ’hem; And then talke baudy: and ſend frolicks! o! It would haue burſt your buttons, or not left you A ſeame. MER. They ſay hee’s an ingenious youth! 75 ING. O Sir! and dreſſes himſelfe, the beſt! beyond Forty o’ your very _Ladies_! did you ne’r ſee him? MER. No, I do ſeldome ſee thoſe toyes. But thinke you, That we may haue him? ING. Sir, the young Gentleman I tell you of, can command him. Shall I attempt it? 80 MER. Yes, doe it. _Enters againe._ FIT. S’light, I cannot get my wife To part with a ring, on any termes: and yet, The ſollen _Monkey_ has two. MER. It were ’gainst reaſon That you ſhould vrge it; Sir, ſend to a Gold-ſmith, [128] Let not her loſe by’t. FIT. How do’s ſhe loſe by’t? 85 Is’t not for her? MER. Make it your owne bounty, It will ha’ the better ſucceſſe; what is a matter Of _fifty_ pound to you, S^r. FIT. I’haue but a hundred _Pieces_, to ſhew here; that I would not breake-- MER. You ſhall ha’ credit, Sir. I’ll ſend a ticket 90 Vnto my Gold-ſmith. Heer, my man comes too, To carry it fitly. How now, _Traines_? What birds? Traines _enters_. TRA. Your Couſin _Euer-ill_ met me, and has beat mee, Becauſe I would not tell him where you were: I thinke he has dogd me to the houſe too. FIT. Well-- 95 You ſhall goe out at the back-doore, then, _Traines_. You muſt get _Guilt-head_ hither, by ſome meanes: TRA. ’Tis impoſſible!