Cokes. Peace, ho! now, now.
Leath. Gentles, that no longer your expectations may wander,
Behold our chief actor, amorous Leander.
With a great deal of cloth, lapp’d about him like a scarf,
For he yet serves his father, a dyer at Puddle-wharf;
Which place we’ll make bold with, to call it our Abydus,
As the Bank-side is our Sestos; and let it not be deny’d us.
Now as he is beating to make the dye take the fuller,
Who chances to come by, but fair Hero in a sculler;
And seeing Leander’s naked leg and goodly calf,