Sir _Sig_. I’ll call my own man, Sir, by what name I please, Sir; and let me tell you, Reverend Mr. _Tickletext_, I scorn to be served by any man whose name has not an _Acho_ or an _Oucho_, or some _Italiano_ at the end on’t--therefore _Giovanni Peperacho_ is the name by which you shall be distinguish’d and dignify’d hereafter. _Tick_. Sir _Signal_, Sir _Signal_, let me tell you, that to call a man out of his name is unwarrantable, for _Peter_ is call’d _Peter_, and _John John_; and I’ll not see the poor Fellow wrong’d of his Name for ne’er a _Giovanni_ in _Rome_. Sir _Sig_. Sir, I tell you that one _Italian_ Name is worth any two _English_ Names in Europe, and I’ll be judg’d by my Civility-Master. _Tick_. Who shall end the dispute if he be of my opinion? Sir _Sig_. _Multo voluntiero_, which is as much as to say, with all my heart. _Jack_. But, Sir, my Grandmother wou’d never own me, if I should change the cursen Name she gave me with her own hands, an’t please your Worship. Sir _Sig_. He _Bestia_! I’ll have no more of your Worship, Sirrah, that old _English_ Sir Reverence, let me have you call me _Signior Illustrissimo_ or Patrona Mea_--or-- _Tick_. Ay, that I like well enough now:--but hold, sure this is one of your Masters. _Enter_ Petro _drest like a French Fencing-Master_. _Pet_. Signior _Barberacho_ has sent me to teach you de Art of Fencing. Sir _Sig_. _Illustrissimo Signior Monsieur_, I am the Person who am to learn. _Tick_. Stay, Sir, stay--let me ask him some few questions first: for, Sir, I have play’d at Back-Sword, and cou’d have handled ye a weapon as well as any Man of my time in the University. Sir _Sig_. Say you so, Mr. _Tickletext?_ and faith, you shall have a bout with him. [Tick. _gravely goes to_ Petro. _Tick_. Hum--hum--Mr. _Monsieur_--pray what are the Guards that you like best? _Pet_. _Monsieur, eder de Quart or de Terse_, dey be both _French_ and _Italian_: den for your Parades, Degagements, your Advancements, your Eloynements and Retierments, dey be de same. _Tick_. Cart and Horse, what new-found inventions and words have we here?--Sir, I wou’d know, whether you like St. _George’s_ Guard or not. _Pet_. Alons--_Monsieur, Mettez vous en Guard!_ take de Flurette. Sir _Sig_. Nay, faith and troth, Governor, thou shalt have a Rubbers with him. [Tick, _smiling refuses_. _Tick_. Nay, _certo_, Sir _Signal_,--and yet you shall prevail;--well, Sir, come your ways. [_Takes the Flurette_. _Pet_. Set your right foot forward, turn up your hand so--dat be _de Quart_--now turn it dus--and dat be _de Terse_. _Tick_. Hocus Pocus, Hicksius Doxius--here be de Cart, and here be de Horse--why, what’s all this for; hah, Sir--and where’s your Guard all this while? Sir _Sig_. Ay, Sir, where’s your Guard, Sir, as my Governour says, Sir, hah? _Tick_. Come, come, Sir, I must instruct you, I see; Come your ways, Sir.--