Nean. You are met unto my wishes, if you ever
Desir'd true mirth so far as to adventure
To dye with the extremity of laughter,
I come before the object that will do it;
Or let me live your fool.
Sos. Who is't Neanthes?
Nea. Lamprias the Usurers Son.
Era. Lamprias? the youth
Of six and fifty?
Sos. That was sent to travel
By rich Beliza, till he came to age,
And was fit for a Wife?
Nea. The very same,
This gallant with his Guardian, and his Tutor,
(And of the three, who is most fool I know not)
Are newly come to Corinth, I'll not stale them
By giving up their characters, but leave you
To make your own discoveries: here they are, Sir.
Enter Onos, Uncle and Tutor.
Tutor. That leg a little higher; very well.
Now put your Face into the Travellers posture;
Exceeding good.
Uncle. Do you mark how they admire him?
Tut. They will be all my Scholars, when they know
And understand him truly.