Pand. Sir, I can blush.
Mer. Virtue and grace are always pair'd together: but I will leave to stirr your bloud Sir, and now to our business.
Pand. Forget not my instructions.
Mer. I apprehend ye Sir, I will gather my self together with my best phrases, and so I shall discourse in some sort takingly.
Pand. This was well worded Sir, and like a Scholar.
Mer. The Muses favour me as my intents are virtuous;
Sir, ye shall be my Tutor, 'tis never too late Sir, to love
Learning.
When I can once speak true Latine—
Pand. What do you intend Sir?
Mer. Marry I will then begger all your bawdy Writers, and undertake, at the peril of my own invention, all Pageants, Poesies for Chimneys, Speeches for the Dukes entertainment, whensoever and whatsoever; nay I will build, at mine own charge, an Hospital, to which shall retire all diseased opinions, all broken Poets, all Prose-men that are fall'n from small sence, to meer Letters; and it shall be lawful for a Lawyer, if he be a civil man, though he have undone others and himself by the language, to retire to this poor life, and learn to be honest.
Pand. Sir, ye are very good, and very charitable: ye are a true pattern for the City Sir.
Merc. Sir, I doe know sufficiently, their Shop-books cannot save them, there is a farther end—