_Slip._ Oh friend, thou art a simple fellow, I tell thee, a flap is a great friend to a storrie, it stands him in stead of cleane napery, and if a mans shert bee torne, it is a present penthouse to defend him from a cleane huswifes scoffe. 1670 _Tay._ You say sooth sir. _Slip._ Holde take thy mony, there is seuen shillings for the dubblet, and eight for the breeches, seuen and eight, birladie thirtie sixe is a faire deale of mony. _Tayl._ Farwell sir. _Slip._ Nay but stay Taylor. _Tayl._ Why sir? _Slipper._ Forget not this speciall mate, Let my back parts bee well linde, For there come many winter stormes from a windie bellie, 1680 I tell thee Shoo-maker. _Shoe-ma._ Gentleman what shoo will it please you to haue? _Slip._ A fine neate calues leather my friend. _Shoo._ Oh sir, that is too thin, it will not last you. _Slip._ I tell thee, it is my neer kinsman, for I am _Slipper_, which hath his best grace in summer to bee suted in lakus skins, Guidwife Clarke was my Grandmother, and Goodman Neatherleather mine Vnckle, but my mother good woman. Alas, she was a Spaniard, and being wel tande and drest by a good-fellow, an Englishman, is growne to some wealth: as when I 1690 haue but my vpper parts, clad in her husbands costlie Spannish leather, I may bee bold to kisse the fayrest Ladies foote in this contrey. _Shoo._ You are of high birth sir, But haue you all your mothers markes on you? _Slip._ Why knaue? _Shoomaker._ Because if thou come of the bloud of the _Slippers_, you should haue a Shoomakers Alle thrust through your eare. _Exit._ 1700 _Slip._ Take your earnest friend and be packing, And meddle not with my progenators _Cutler_. _Cutler._ Heare sir. _Slip._ I must haue a Rapier and Dagger. _Cutler._ A Rapier and Dagger you meane sir? _Slipper._ Thou saiest true, but it must haue a verie faire edge, _Cutler._ Why so sir? _Slip._ Because it may cut by himselfe, for trulie my freende, I am a man of peace, and weare weapons but for facion. _Cutler._ Well sir, giue me earnest I will fit you. 1710 _Slip._ Hold take it, I betrust thee friend, let me be wel armed. _Cutler._ You shall. _Exit Cutler._ _Slip._ Nowe what remaines? theres twentie Crownes for a house, three crownes for houshol stuffe, six pence to buie a Constables staffe: nay I will be the chiefe of my parish, there wants nothing but a wench, a cat, a dog, a wife and a seruant, to make an hole familie, shall I marrie with _Alice_, good mã _Grimshaues_ daughter, shee is faire, but indeede her tongue is like Clocks on Shrouetuesday, alwaies out of temper? shall I wed _Sisley_ of the Whightṏ? Ohn, o she is like a frog in a parcely bed, 1720 as scittish as an ele, if I seek to hãper her, she wil horne me: but a wench must be had maister _Slip_. Yea and shal be deer friend.