¶sweete tutch, a quicke vene we of wit,
snip
snap, quicke and
¶home, it reioyceth my intellect, true wit.
¶Page. Offerd by a childe to an old man: which is wit-old.
1800Peda. What is the figure? What is the figure?
¶Peda. Thou di
sputes like an Infant: goe whip thy Gigg.
¶Pag. Lende me your Horne to make one, and I will whip
1805about your Infamie
vnū cita a gigge of a Cuckolds horne.
¶Clow. And I had but one peny in the world thou
should
st
¶haue it to buy Ginger bread: Holde, there is the verie
¶Remuneration I had of thy Mai
ster, thou halfepennie
1810pur
se of wit, thou Pidgin-egge of di
scretion. O and the
¶heauens were
so plea
sed, that thou wart but my Ba-
stard; What a ioyfull father wouldest thou make me?
¶Go to, thou ha
st it
ad dungil at the fingers ends, as they
say.
¶Peda. Oh I
smell fal
se Latine,
dunghel for
vnguem.
1815Brag. Arts-man preambulat, we will be
singuled from the
¶barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the Charg-Hou
se
¶on the top of the Mountaine?
¶Brag. At your
sweete plea
sure, for the Mountaine.
1820Peda. I do
sans question.
¶Bra. Sir, it is the Kings mo
st
sweete plea
sur & affection,
¶to congratulate the Prince
sse at her Pauilion, in the
posteriors
¶of this day, which the rude multitude call the after-noone.
1825Peda. The
posterior of the day, mo
st generous
sir, is liable,
¶congruent, and mea
surable for the after noone: the worde is
¶well culd, cho
se,
sweete, & apt I do a
ssure you
sir, I do a
ssure.
¶Brag. Sir, the King is a noble Gentleman, and my fami-
1830lier, I do a
ssure ye very good friende: for what is inwarde
¶betweene vs, let it pa
sse. I do be
seech thee remember thy
¶curte
sie. I be
seech thee apparrell thy head: and among other
¶importunt and mo
st
serious de
signes, and of great import in
¶deede too: but let that pa
sse for I mu
st tell thee it will
1835plea
se his Grace (by the worlde)
sometime to leane vpon
¶my poore
shoulder, and with his royall finger thus dallie
¶with my excrement, with my mu
stachie: but
sweete hart
¶let that pa
sse. By the world I recount no fable,
some certaine
called Loues Labor's lost.