Mer. You will hooke ſtill? well, Shew vs your ring. You could not ha’ done this, now With gentleneſſe, at firſt, wee might ha’ thank’d you? But groane, and ha’ your courteſies come from you Like a hard ſtoole, and ſtinke? A man may draw 160 Your teeth out eaſier, then your money? Come, Were little Guilt-head heere, no better a nature, I ſhould ne’r loue him, that could pull his lips off, now! He pulls Plutarchus by the lips. Was not thy mother a Gentlewoman?
Plv. Yes, Sir.
Mer. And went to the Court at Chriſtmas, and St. Georges-tide? 165 And lent the Lords-men, chaines?
Plv. Of gold, and pearle, Sr.
Mer. I knew, thou muſt take, after ſome body! Thou could’ſt not be elſe. This was no ſhop-looke! I’ll ha’ thee Captaine Guilt-head, and march vp, And take in Pimlico, and kill the buſh, 170 At euery tauerne! Thou shalt haue a wife, If ſmocks will mount, boy. How now? you ha’ there now Some Briſto-ſtone, or Corniſh counterfeit You’ld put vpon vs. He turns to old Guilt-head.
Gvi. No, Sir I aſſure you: Looke on his luſter! hee will ſpeake himſelfe! 175 I’le gi’ you leaue to put him i’ the Mill, H’is no great, large ſtone, but a true Paragon, H’has all his corners, view him well.
Mer. H’is yellow.
Gvi. Vpo’ my faith, Sr, o’ the right black-water, And very deepe! H’is ſet without a foyle, too. 180 Here’s one o’ the yellow-water, I’ll ſell cheape.
Mer. And what do you valew this, at? thirty pound?
Gvi. No, Sir, he cost me forty, ere he was ſet.