Sim. I’ll keep two men, and they shall be tailors; they shall make suits continually, and those shall be cloth of silver. 88
Bid. You may go in beaten precious stones every day. Marry, I must acquaint you with some observances, which you must pursue most religiously. She has a fool; a natural fool waits on her, that is indeed her pander; to him, at the first, you must be bounteous; whatsoe’er he craves,—be it your hat, cloak, rapier, purse, or such trifle,—give’t, give’t; the night will pay all; and to draw all suspect from pursuing her love for base gain sake. 97
Sim. Give’t? by this light, I’ll give’t, were’t—Gain! I care not for her chain of pearl, only her love: gain! The first thing her bounty shall fetch is my blush-colour satin suit from pawn: gain!
Bid. When you hear one wind a cornet, she is coming down Saint Mark’s Street: prepare your speech, suck your lips, lighten your spirits, fresh your blood, sleek your cheeks, for now thou shalt be made for ever (a perpetual and eternal gull).
[Exit Bidet.
Sim. I shall so ravish her with my courtship; I have such variety of discourse, such copy[548] of phrase to begin,
as this:—Sweet lady, Ulysses’ dog, after his master’s ten years’ travel—I shall so tickle her: or thus,—Pure beauty, there is a stone[549]—— 111
Slip. Two stones, man.
Sim. Call’d—’tis no matter what. I ha’ the eloquence; I am not to seek, I warrant you.
The cornet is winded. Enter Pippo, Bidet; Pippo attired like a merchant’s wife, and Bidet like a fool.