_Fre._ Why is not this my Aunts house in the strand? The noble Rendevous? Who laughes at me? Go, I will foot here, if I list, and talke Of Retoricke, Logicke, Latine, Greeke, or any thing, And understand em too, who sayes the contrary? Yet in a faire way I contemne all learning, And will be as ignorant as he, or he, Or any taffata, satten, scarlet, plush, Tissue, or cloath, a bodkin gentleman, Whose manners are most gloriously infected; Did you laugh at me Lady? _Cel._ Not I sir? But if I did shew mirth upon your question, I hope you wod not beate me little gentleman. _Fr._ How little gentleman? you dare not say These words to my new cloathes, and fighting sword. _Are._ Nephew _Fredricke_! _Fr._ Little gentleman, This an affront both to my bloud and person, I am a gentleman of as tall a birth As any boast nobility, though my clothes Smell o'the lampe, my coate is honourable, Right honourable, full, of or, and argent, A little gentleman! _Bor._ Coze you must be patient, My Lady meant you no dishonour, and You must remember shee's a woman. _Fre._ Is she a woman, thats another matter, Dee heare, my uncle tells me what you are. _Cel._ So sir. _Fr._ You cald me little gentleman. _Cel._ I did sir. _Fre._ A little pinke has made a lusty ship Strike her topsaile, the Crow may beard the Elephant, A whelpe may tame the Tiger, spight of all False decks and murderers, and a little gentleman Be hard enough to grapple with your Ladiship Top and top gallant; will you goe drinke uncle? Tother inchanted bottle, you and I Will tiple, and talke phylosophy. _Bo._ Come Nephew, You will excuse a minutes absence Madam. Waite you on us. _St._ My duty sir. _Are._ Now gentlemen. _Ex. all but Cel. & Alex. & Little._ _Alex._ Madam I had rather you accuse my language For speaking truth, then vertue suffer in My further silence, and it is my wonder That you, whose noble carriage hath deserv'd All honour, and opinion should now Be guilty of ill manners. _Cel._ What was that You told me sir? _Lit._ Doe you not blush Madam? To aske that question. _Cel._ You amaze rather My cheeke to palenesse, what you meane by this? I am not troubled with the hickup gentlemen, You should bestow this fright upon me. _Lit._ Then Pride and ill memory goe together. _Cel._ How sir? _Al._ The gentleman on whom you exercise Your thin wit, was a nephew to the Lady Whose guest you are, and though her modesty Looke calme on the abuse of one so neare Her bloud, the affront was impious. _Lit._ I am asham'd on't, You an ingenious Lady, and well mannerd? Ile teach a Beare as much civility. _Cel._ You may be master of the Colledge sir For ought I know. _Lit._ What Colledge? Of the Beares. _Cel._ Have you a plot upon me? Dee possesse Your wits, or know me gentlemen. _Enter Bornewell._ _Bor._ How's this? _Al._ Know you? yes we doe know you to an atome. _Li._ Madam we know, what stuffe your soule is made on.