_Sec._ That I have, Frank. The ostler a'th' Cock dressed him for a breakfast. 41 _Qu._ What! did he eat him? _Sec._ No, but he eat his breakfast for dressing him; and so dressed him for breakfast. _Qu._ O witty age! where age is young in wit, And all youths' words have gray-beards full of it! _Sec._ But alas, Frank! how will all this be maintained now? Your place maintained it before. 48 _Qu._ Why, and I maintained my place. I'll to the court: another manner of place for maintenance, I hope, than the silly City! I heard my father say, I heard my mother sing an old song and a true: _Thou_ _art a she-fool, and know'st not what belongs to our male wisdom._ I shall be a merchant, forsooth! trust my estate in a wooden trough as he does! What are these ships but tennis-balls for the winds to play withal? tossed from one wave to another; now under line, now over the house; sometimes brick-walled against a rock, so that the guts fly out again; sometimes strook under the wide hazard, and farewell, master merchant! 60 _Si._ Well, Frank, well: the seas you say, are uncertain: but he that sails in your Court seas shall find 'hem ten times fuller of hazard; wherein to see what is to be seen is torment more than a free spirit can endure; but when you come to suffer, how many injuries swallow you! What care and devotion must you use to humour an imperious lord, proportion your looks to his looks, smiles to his smiles; fit your sails to the winds of his breath! _Qu._ Tush! he's no journeyman in his craft that cannot do that. 71 _Si._ But he's worse than a prentice that does it; not only humouring the lord, but every trencher-bearer, every groom, that by indulgence and intelligence crept into his favour, and by panderism into his chamber; he rules the roast; and when my honourable lord says it shall be thus, my worshipful rascal, the groom of his close stool, says it shall not be thus, claps the door after him, and who dares enter? A prentice, quoth you? 'Tis but to learn to live; and does that disgrace a man? He that rises hardly stands firmly; but he that rises with ease, alas! falls as easily. 82 _Qu._ A pox on you! who taught you this morality?