_Qua._ By the salvation of humanity, he's more pestilent than the plague of lice that fell upon Egypt; thou hast been knave if thou credit it; thou art an ass if thou follow it; and shalt be a perpetual idiot if thou pursue it: renounce the world, the flesh, the devil, and thy trust in men's wives, for they will double with thee: and so I betake myself to the sucking of the juice capon, my ingle bottle-ale, and his gentleman usher, that squirers him, red herring. A fool I found thee and a fool I leave thee; bear record, Heaven, 'tis against the providence of my speech. Good-bye, good signior. [_Exit._ _Enter_ SLIP, NOUS, DOIT, _and_ BIDET. _Sim._ Ha, ha, ha! Good-bye, good signior! What a fool 'tis! Ha, ha, what an ass 'tis! Save you, young gentlemen, is she coming? Will she meet me? Shall's encounter? Ha? 72 _Bid._ You were not lapt in your mother's smock:[547] you ha' not a good cheek, an enticing eye, a smooth skin, a well-shaped leg, a fair hand: you cannot bring a wench into a fool's paradise for you. _Sim._ Not I, by this garter. I am a fool, a very ninny, I! How call you her? How call you her? _Bid._ Call her? You rise on your right side to-day, marry. Call her? her name is Mistress Perpetuana: she is not very fair, nor goes extraordinary gay. 81 _Sim._ She has a good skin? _Bid._ A good skin? She is wealthy; her husband's a fool: she'll make you; she wears the breeches: she'll make you---- _Sim._ I'll keep two men, and they shall be tailors; they shall make suits continually, and those shall be cloth of silver. 88 _Bid._ You may go in beaten precious stones every day. Marry, I must acquaint you with some observances, which you must pursue most religiously. She has a fool; a natural fool waits on her, that is indeed her pander; to him, at the first, you must be bounteous; whatsoe'er he craves,--be it your hat, cloak, rapier, purse, or such trifle,--give't, give't; the night will pay all; and to draw all suspect from pursuing her love for base gain sake. 97 _Sim._ Give't? by this light, I'll give't, were't--Gain! I care not for her chain of pearl, only her love: gain! The first thing her bounty shall fetch is my blush-colour satin suit from pawn: gain! _Bid._ When you hear one wind a cornet, she is coming down Saint Mark's Street: prepare your speech, suck your lips, lighten your spirits, fresh your blood, sleek your cheeks, for now thou shalt be made for ever (a perpetual and eternal gull). [_Exit_ BIDET.