_Sim._ God[520] ye good morrow heartily, mistress; and how do you since last I saw you? _Qua._ God's me, you must not enquire how she does; that's privy counsel. Fie! there's manners indeed! _Sim._ Pray you, pardon my incivility. I was somewhat bold with you, but believe me I'll never be so saucy to ask you how do you again as long as I live. La! _Mel._ Square chub, what sullen black is that? 119 _Qua._ A tassel that hangs at my purse-strings. He dogs me, and I give him scraps, and pay for his ordinary, feed him; he liquors himself in the juice of my bounty; and when he hath suck'd up strength of spirit he squeezeth it in my own face; when I have refined and sharp'd his wits with good food, he cuts my fingers, and breaks jests upon me. I bear them, and beat him; but by this light the dull-ey'd thinks he does well, does very well; and but that he and I are of two faiths--I fill my belly, and [he] feeds his brain--I could find in my heart to hug him--to hug him. 130 _Mel._ Prithee, persuade him to assume spirit, and salute us. _Qua._ Lampatho, Lampatho, art out of countenance? For wit's sake, salute these beauties. How doest like them? _Lam._ Uds fut! I can liken them to nothing but great men's great horse upon great days, whose tails are truss'd up in silk and silver. _Qua._ To them, man; salute them. _Lam._ Bless you, fair ladies! God make you all his servants! 141 _Mel._ God make you all his servants! _Qua._ He is holpen well had need of you; for be it spoken without profanism, he hath more in this train. I fear me you ha' more servants than he: I am sure the devil is an angel of darkness. _Lam._ Ay, but those are angels of light. _Qua._ Light angels; prithee leave them; withdraw a little, and hear a sonnet; prithee hear a sonnet. _Lam._ Made of Albano's widow that was, and Monsieur Laverdure's wife that must be. 151 _Qua._ Come, leave his lips, and command some liquor; if you have no bottle-ale, command some claret wine and borage,[521] for that's my predominate humour; sleek-bellied Bacchus, let's fill thy guts. _Lam._ Nay, hear it, and relish it judiciously. _Qua._ I do relish it most judicially. [QUADRATUS _drinks_. _Lam._ _Adored excellence! delicious, sweet!_ _Qua._ Delicious, sweet! good, very good! _Lam._ _If thou canst taste the purer juice of love._ 160 _Qua._ If thou canst taste the purer juice; good still, good still. I do relish it; it tastes sweet. _Lam._ Is not the metaphor good? Is't not well followed? _Qua._ Passing good, very pleasing. _Lam._ Is't not sweet? _Qua._ Let me see't; I'll make it sweet; I'll soak it in the juice of Helicon. By'r Lady, passing sweet; good, passing sweet.