But stay, here comes the only Man
I could have wish’d for; he’ll proclaim my Business
Better than a Picture or a Trumpet. They stand by. Curtius takes back the Pictures.
Enter Lorenzo and Guilliam dressed in fineish Clothes, but the same high-crown’d Hat.
Lor. Did, ha, ha, ha, did, ha, ha; did ever any
Mortal Man behold such a Figure as thou art now?
Well, I see ’tis a damnable thing not to
Be born a Gentleman; the Devil himself
Can never make thee truly jantee now.
—Come, come, come forward; these Clothes become