Cokes. Good, by my troth, he has given him the lie thrice.
Pup. Dion. It is your old stale argument against the players, but it will not hold against the puppets; for we have neither male nor female amongst us. And that thou may’st see, if thou wilt, like a malicious purblind zeal as thou art.
[Takes up his garment.
Edg. By my faith, there he has answer’d you, friend, a plain demonstration.
Pup. Dion. Nay, I’ll prove, against e’er a Rabbin of them all, that my standing is as lawful as his; that I speak by inspiration, as well as he; that I have as little to do with learning as he; and do scorn her helps as much as he.
Busy. I am confuted, the cause hath failed me.
Pup. Dion. Then be converted, be converted.
Leath. Be converted, I pray you, and let the play go on!
Busy. Let it go on; for I am changed, and will become a beholder with you.
Cokes. That’s brave, i’faith, thou hast carried it away, hobby-horse; on with the play.