Leath. [aside to Littlewit.] Call me not Leatherhead, but Lantern.
Lit. Master Lantern, that gives light to the business.
Cokes. In good time, sir! I would fain see them, I would be glad to drink with the young company; which is the tiring-house?
Leath. Troth, sir, our tiring-house is somewhat little; we are but beginners yet, pray pardon us; you cannot go upright in’t.
Cokes. No! not now my hat is off? what would you have done with me, if you had had me feather and all, as I was once to-day? Have you none of your pretty impudent boys now, to bring stools, fill tobacco, fetch ale, and beg money, as they have at other houses? Let me see some of your actors.
Lit. Shew him them, shew him them. Master Lantern, this is a gentleman that is a favourer of the quality.
[Exit Leatherhead.
Over. Ay, the favouring of this licentious quality is the consumption of many a young gentleman; a pernicious enormity. [Aside.
Re-enter LEATHERHEAD, with a basket.