New. Sirrah Bright,
Didst look to hear such language beyond Ludgate?
Bright. I thought all wit had ended at Fleetbridge;
But wit that goes o' th' score, that may extend,
If't be a courtier's wit, into Cheapside.
Plot. Your mercer lives there, does he? I warrant you,
He has the patience of a burnt heretic.
The very faith that sold to you these silks,
And thinks you'll pay for 'em, is strong enough
To save the infidel part o' th' world or Antichrist.
Bright. W' are most mechanically abused.
New. Let's tear his jacket off.
Bright. A match! take that side.
Plot. Hold, hold!
Bright. How frail a thing old velvet is! it parts
With as much ease and willingness as two cowards.
[They tear off his jacket.
New. The tend'rest weed that ever fell asunder.