_Wel_. I had rather wear a Bell. But hark you Mistres, what hidden vertue is there in this Glove, that you would have me wear it? Is't good against sore eyes, or will it charm the Toothach? Or these red tops; being steept in white wine soluble, wil't kill the Itch? Or has it so conceal'd a providence to keep my hand from Bonds? If it have none of these and prove no more but a bare Glove of half a Crown a pair, 'twill be but half a courtesie, I wear two alwayes, faith let's draw cuts, one will do me no pleasure. _Abig_. The tenderness of his years keeps him as yet in ignorance, he's a well moulded fellow, and I wonder his bloud should stir no higher; but 'tis his want of company: I must grow nearer to him. _Enter_ Elder Loveless _disguised._ _Elder Lo_. God save you both. _Abig_. And pardon you Sir; this is somewhat rude, how came you hither? _Elder Lo_. Why through the doors, they are open. _Wel_. What are you? And what business have you here? _Elder Lo_. More I believe than you have. _Abig_. Who would this fellow speak with? Art thou sober? _Elder Lo_. Yes, I come not here to sleep. _Wel_. Prethee what art thou? _Elder Lo_. As much (gay man) as thou art, I am a Gentleman. _Wel_. Art thou no more? _Elder Lo_. Yes more than thou dar'st be; a Souldier. _Abig_. Thou dost not come to quarrel? _Elder Lo_. No, not with women; I come to speak here with a Gentlewoman. _Abig_. Why, I am one. _Elder Lo_. But not with one so gentle. _Wel_. This is a fine fellow. _Elder Lo_. Sir, I am not fine yet. I am but new come over, direct me with your ticket to your Taylor, and then I shall be fine Sir. Lady if there be a better of your Sex within this house, say I would see her. _Abig_. Why am not I good enough for you Sir? _Elder Lo_. Your way you'l be too good, pray end my business. This is another Sutor, O frail Woman! _Wel_. This fellow with his bluntness hopes to do more than the long sutes of a thousand could; though he be sowre he's quick, I must not trust him. Sir, this Lady is not to speak with you, she is more serious: you smell as if you were new calkt; go and be hansome, and then you may sit with her Servingmen. _El. Lo_. What are you Sir? _Wel_. Guess by my outside. _Elder Lo_. Then I take you Sir, for some new silken thing wean'd from the Country, that shall (when you come to keep good company) be beaten into better manners. Pray good proud Gentlewoman, help me to your Mistress. _Abig_. How many lives hast thou, that thou talk'st thus rudely? _Elder Lo_. But one, one, I am neither Cat nor Woman. _Wel_. And will that one life, Sir, maintain you ever in such bold sawciness? _Elder Lo_. Yes, amongst a Nation of such men as you are, and be no worse for wearing, shall I speak with this Lady? _Abig_. No by my troth shall you not. _Elder Lo_. I must stay here then? _Wel_. That you shall not neither. _Elder Lo_. Good fine thing tell me why?