Fit. She ſhall, ſhe ſhall, What were it beſt to be?
Mer. Some little toy, 50 I would not haue it any great matter, Sir: A Diamant ring, of forty or fifty pound, Would doe it handſomely: and be a gift Fit for your wife to ſend, and her to take.
Fit. I’ll goe, and tell my wife on’t, ſtreight. 55
Mer. Why this Is well! The clothes we’haue now: But, where’s this Lady? If we could get a witty boy, now, Ingine; That were an excellent cracke: I could inſtruct him, To the true height. For any thing takes this dottrel.
Ing. Why, Sir your beſt will be one o’ the players! 60
Mer. No, there’s no truſting them. They’ll talke on’t, And tell their Poets.
Ing. What if they doe? The ieſt will brooke the Stage. But, there be ſome of ’hem Are very honeſt Lads. There’s Dicke Robinſon A very pretty fellow, and comes often 65 To a Gentlemans chamber, a friends of mine. We had The merrieſt ſupper of it there, one night, The Gentlemans Land-lady invited him To’a Goſſips feaſt. Now, he Sir brought Dick Robinſon, Dreſt like a Lawyers wife, amongſt ’hem all; 70 (I lent him cloathes) but, to ſee him behaue it; And lay the law; and carue; and drinke vnto ’hem; And then talke baudy: and ſend frolicks! o! It would haue burſt your buttons, or not left you A ſeame.
Mer. They ſay hee’s an ingenious youth! 75
Ing. O Sir! and dreſſes himſelfe, the beſt! beyond Forty o’ your very Ladies! did you ne’r ſee him?