Onos. A pretty Taverne 'faith, of a fine structure.
Unc. Bear your self like a Gentleman, here's six pence,
And be sure you break no Glasses.
Tut. Hark ye Pupill,
Go as I taught you, hang more upon your hams,
And put your knees out bent: there, yet a little:
Now I beseech ye, be not so improvident
To forget your travelling pace, 'tis a main posture,
And to all unayr'd Gentlemen will betray you:
Play with your Pisa Beard: why, where's your brush Pupill?
He must have a Brush Sir.
Unc. More charge yet?
Tut. Here, take mine,
These elements of travel he must not want Sir.
Unc. Ma'foy, he has had some nineteen pence in elements,
What would you more?
Tut. Durus mehercle pater.
Con. What Monsieur Onos, the very pump of travell?
Sir, as I live you have done me the greatest kindnes,
O my fair Sir, Lampree, the careful Unkle
To this young hopeful issue; Monsieur Tutor too,
The father to his mind; [C]ome, come, let's hug Boyes,
Why what a bunch of travel do I embrace now,
Methinks I put a Girdle about Europe;
How has the boy profited?
Unc. He has enough Sir,
If his too fiery mettle do not mar it.
Con. Is he not thrifty yet?