MER. You will hooke ſtill? well, Shew vs your ring. You could not ha’ done this, now With gentleneſſe, at firſt, wee might ha’ thank’d you? But groane, and ha’ your courteſies come from you Like a hard ſtoole, and ſtinke? A man may draw 160 Your teeth out eaſier, then your money? Come, Were little _Guilt-head_ heere, no better a nature, I ſhould ne’r loue him, that could pull his lips off, now! _He pulls_ Plutarchus _by the lips_. Was not thy mother a Gentlewoman? PLV. Yes, Sir. MER. And went to the Court at _Chriſtmas_, and S^t. _Georges-tide_? 165 And lent the Lords-men, chaines? PLV. Of gold, and pearle, S^r. MER. I knew, thou muſt take, after ſome body! Thou could’ſt not be elſe. This was no ſhop-looke! I’ll ha’ thee Captaine _Guilt-head_, and march vp, And take in _Pimlico_, and kill the buſh, 170 At euery tauerne! Thou shalt haue a wife, If ſmocks will mount, boy. How now? you ha’ there now Some _Briſto-ſtone_, or _Corniſh_ counterfeit You’ld put vpon vs. _He turns to old_ Guilt-head. GVI. No, Sir I aſſure you: Looke on his luſter! hee will ſpeake himſelfe! 175 I’le gi’ you leaue to put him i’ the Mill, H’is no great, large ſtone, but a true _Paragon_, H’has all his corners, view him well. MER. H’is yellow. GVI. Vpo’ my faith, S^r, o’ the right black-water, And very deepe! H’is ſet without a foyle, too. 180 Here’s one o’ the yellow-water, I’ll ſell cheape. MER. And what do you valew this, at? thirty pound? GVI. No, Sir, he cost me forty, ere he was ſet. MER. Turnings, you meane? I know your _Equinocks_: You’are growne the better Fathers of ’hem o’ late. 185 Well, where’t muſt goe, ’twill be iudg’d, and, therefore, Looke you’t be right. You ſhall haue fifty pound for’t. _Now to_ Fitz-dottrel. Not a deneer more! And, becauſe you would Haue things diſpatch’d, Sir, I’ll goe preſently, Inquire out this _Lady_. If you thinke good, Sir. 190 Hauing an hundred pieces ready, you may Part with thoſe, now, to ſerue my kinſmans turnes, That he may wait vpon you, anon, the freer; And take ’hem when you ha’ ſeal’d, a game, of _Guilt-head_. FIT. I care not if I do! MER. And diſpatch all, 195 Together. FIT. There, th’are iuſt: a hundred pieces! I’ ha’ told ’hem ouer, twice a day, theſe two moneths. _Hee turnes ’hem out together. And_ Euerill _and hee fall to ſhare_. MER. Well, go, and ſeale, then, S^r, make your returne As ſpeedy as you can.