Knock. Good Banbury vapours!
Cokes. Friend, you’d have an ill match on’t, if you bicker with him here; though he be no man of the fist, he has friends that will to cuffs for him. Numps, will not you take our side?
Edg. Sir, it shall not need; in my mind he offers him a fairer course, to end it by disputation: hast thou nothing to say for thyself, in defence of thy quality?
Leath. Faith, sir, I am not well-studied in these controversies, between the hypocrites and us. But here’s one of my motion, puppet Dionysius, shall undertake him, and I’ll venture the cause on’t.
Cokes. Who, my hobby-horse! will he dispute with him?
Leath. Yes, sir, and make a hobby-ass of him, I hope.
Cokes. That’s excellent! indeed he looks like the best scholar of them all. Come, sir, you must be as good as your word now.
Busy. I will not fear to make my spirit and gifts known: assist me zeal, fill me, fill me, that is, make me full!
Winw. What a desperate, profane wretch is this! is there any ignorance or impudence like his, to call his zeal to fill him against a puppet?
Quar. I know no fitter match than a puppet to commit with an hypocrite!