Cokes. What was that, fellow? pray thee tell me, I scarce understand them.
Leath. Leander does ask, sir, what fairest of fairs,
Was the fare he landed but now at Trig-stairs?
Pup. Cole. It is lovely Hero.
Pup. Lean. Nero?
Pup. Cole. No, Hero.
Leath. It is Hero
Of the Bank-side, he saith, to tell you truth without erring,
Is come over into Fish-street to eat some fresh herring.
Leander says no more, but as fast as he can,