Cra. Can you hold Sir?
Era. He has spoken this very speech to some Whore in Corinth.
Nea. A plague on him for a fustian Dictionary; on my conscience this is the Ulissean Traveller that sent home his Image riding upon Elephants to the great Mogoll.
Sos. The same: his wit is so huge, nought but an Elephant could carry him.
Era. So heavy you mean.
Nea. These three, are ev'n the fin'st one fool tripartite, that was ere discovered.
Sos. Or a treatise of famine divided into three branches.
Era. The Prince speaks.
The. I thank ye for your loves; but as I told you,
I have so little means, to do for those
Few followers I have already, that
I would have none shiprack themselves, and fortune,
Upon my barren shelf: Sue to Euphanes.
For he is Prince, and Queen, I would have no man
Curse me in his old age.