Euseb. What new Faces do I see here? If I am not mistaken, or do not see clear, I see three old Companions sitting by me; Pampirus, Polygamus and Glycion; they are certainly the very same.
Pa. What do you mean, with your Glass Eyes, you Wizard? Pray come nearer a little, Eusebius.
Po. Hail, heartily, my wish'd for Eusebius.
Gl. All Health to you, the best of Men.
Eu. One Blessing upon you all, my dear Friends. What God, or providential Chance has brought us together now, for I believe none of us have seen the one the other, for this forty Years. Why Mercury with his Mace could not have more luckily brought us together into a Circle; but what are you doing here?
Pa. We are sitting.
Eu. I see that, but what do you sit for?
Po. We wait for the Antwerp Waggon.
Eu. What, are you going to the Fair?
Po. We are so: but rather Spectators, than Traders, tho' one has one Business, and another has another.