¶fightes as you
sing pricke-
song , keepes time dy
stance and
¶proportion, re
sts me his minum re
st one two and the thirde
in your bosome, the very butcher of a silken button, a Duel-
¶li
st a Duelli
st, a gentleman of the very fir
st hou
se of the fir
st
¶and
second cau
se, ah the immortall Pa
ssado, the Punto re-
¶Me: The Poxe of
such limping antique affecting fan-
¶ta
sticoes the
se new tuners of accents. By Ie
su a very good
¶blade, a very tall man, a very good whoore. Why graund-
1135sir is not this a mi
serable ca
se that we
should be
stil afflicted
¶with the
se
strange flies: the
se fa
shionmongers, the
se par-
¶donmees, that
stand
so much on the new forme, that they
¶cannot
sitte at ea
se on the old bench. Oh their bones, theyr
¶Mer: Without his Roe, like a dryed Hering. O fle
sh fle
sh
¶how art thou fi
shified. Sirra now is he for the numbers that
¶Petrarch flowdin :
Laura to his Lady was but a kitchin
1145drudg, yet
she had a better loue to berime her: Dido a dow-
¶dy Cleopatra a Gyp
sie,
Hero and
Hellen hildings and harle-
¶tries:
Thisbie a gray eye or
so, but not to the purpo
se. Signior
¶Romeo bon iour, there is a French curte
sie to your French
¶stop: yee gaue vs the counterfeit fairely ye
sternight.
¶Rom: What counterfeit I pray you?
¶Me: The
slip the
slip, can you not conceiue?
¶Rom: I cry you mercy my bu
sines was great, and in
such
1155a ca
se as mine, a man may
straine curte
sie.
¶Mer: Oh thats as much to
say as
such a ca
se as yours wil
¶con
straine a man to bow in the hams.
¶Rom: A mo
st curteous expo
sition.
¶Me: Why I am the very pinke of curte
sie.
¶Rom: Then is my Pumpe well flour'd:
1165Mer: Well
said, follow me nowe that ie
st till thou ha
st
