_Condell._ Why, sir, 'tis neither satire nor moral, but the mean passage of a history: yet there are a sort of discontented creatures that bear a stingless envy to great ones, and these will wrest the doings of any man to their base, malicious appliment; but should their interpretation come to the test, like your marmoset, they presently turn their teeth to their tail and eat it. 62 _Sly._ I will not go so far with you; but I say, any man that hath wit may censure,[335] if he sit in the twelve-penny room;[336] and I say again, the play is bitter. _Burbadge._ Sir, you are like a patron that, presenting a poor scholar to a benefice, enjoins him not to rail against anything that stands within compass of his patron's folly. Why should not we enjoy the ancient freedom of poesy? Shall we protest to the ladies that their painting makes them angels? or to my young gallant that his expenses in the brothel shall gain him reputation? No, sir, such vices as stand not accountable to law should be cured as men heal tetters, by casting ink upon them. Would you be satisfied in anything else, sir? 76 _Sly._ Ay, marry, would I: I would know how you came by this play? _Condell._ Faith, sir, the book was lost; and because 'twas pity so good a play should be lost, we found it, and play it. 81 _Sly._ I wonder you would play it, another company having interest in it. _Condell._ Why not Malevole in folio with us, as Jeronimo in decimo-sexto[337] with them? They taught us a name for our play; we call it _One for another_. _Sly._ What are your additions? _Burbadge._ Sooth, not greatly needful; only as your salad to your great feast, to entertain a little more time, and to abridge the not-received custom of music in our theatre. I must leave you, sir. [_Exit._ _Sinklo._ Doth he play the Malcontent. 92 _Condell._ Yes, sir. _Sinklo._ I durst lay four of mine ears the play is not so well acted as it hath been. _Condell._ O, no, sir, nothing _ad Parmenonis suem_.[338] _Lowin._ Have you lost your ears, sir, that you are so prodigal of laying them? _Sinklo._ Why did you ask that, friend? _Lowin._ Marry, sir, because I have heard of a fellow would offer to lay a hundred-pound wager that was not worth five baubees:[339] and in this kind you might venture four of your elbows; yet God defend[340] your coat should have so many! 104 _Sinklo._ Nay, truly, I am no great censurer; and yet I might have been one of the college of critics once. My cousin here hath an excellent memory indeed, sir.