_Fre._ But heare you Mr. _Littleworth_, is there not A method, and degrees of title in Men of this art. _Lit._ According to the honour Of men that doe employ em. An Emperour May give this office to a Duke, A King May have his Viceroy to negotiate for him, A Duke may use a Lord, the Lord a Knight. A Knight may trust a gentleman, and when They are abroad, and merry, gentlemen May pimpe to one another. _Fre._ Good, good fellowship! But for the foole now, that should waite on me, And breake me jeasts. _Lit._ A foole is necessary. _St._ By any meanes. _Fre._ But which of these two servants Must now take place. _Lit._ That question Mr. _Fredericke_ The schoole of Heraldry should conclude upon; But if my judgement may be heard, the foole Is your first man, and it is knowne a point Of state to have a foole. _St._ But sir the other Is held the finer servant, his employments Are full of trust, his person cleane, and nimble, And none so soone can leape into preferment Where fooles are poore. _Lit._ Not all, theres story for't, Princes have beene no wiser than they should be, Would any noble man, that were no foole Spend all in hope of the Philosophers stone, To buy new Lordships in another countrey, Would Knights build Colledges, or gentlemen Of good estates, challenge the field and fight Because a whore wo'not be honest, come, Fooles are a family over all the world; We doe affect one naturally, indeede The foole is Leiger with us. _St._ Then the Pimpe Is extraordinary. _Fre._ Doe not you fall out About their places; here's my noble Aunt! _Enter Aretina._ _Lit._ How doe you like your nephew Madam now? _Are._ Well, turne about _Fredricke_, very well. _Fre._ Am I not now a proper gentleman? The vertue of rich clothes! now could I take The wall of _Iulius Cesar_, affront Great _Pompeys_ upperlip, and defie the Senate, Nay I can be as proud as your owne heart Madam, You may take that for your comfort; J put on That vertue with my clothes, and J doubt not But in a little time, J shall be impudent As any Page or Players boy, J am Beholding to this gentleman's good discipline, But J shall doe him credit in my practise, Your Steward has some pretty notions too In morall mischiefe. _Are._ Your desert in this Exceedes all other service, and shall bind me Both to acknowledge, and reward. _Lit._ Sweet Madam! Thinke me but worth your favour, J wo'd creepe Vpon my knees to honour you and for every Minute you lend to my reward, ile pay A yeare of serviceable tribute. _Are._ You Can complement. _Lit._ Thus still she puts me off, Vnlesse J speake the downe right word, she'le never Vnderstand me, a man would thinke that creeping Vpon one's knees Were English to a Lady. _Enter Alex._ _Ale._ How ist _Iacke_? Pleasures attend you Madam, How does my plant of honour? _Are._ Who is this? _Al._ Tis _Alexander_. _Are._ Rich and glorious! _Lit._ Tis _Alexander_ the great. _Ale._ And my _Bucephalus_ Waites at the doore. _Are._ Your case is alterd sir.