Tim. But I mean, can they roar,
Beat drawers, play at dice, and court their mistress?
I mean forthwith to get a mistress?
Plot. But
How comes this, Master Timothy? you did not
Rise such a gallant this morning.
Tim. All's one for that.
My mother lost her maidenhead that I
Might come first into the world; and, by God's lid,
I'll bear myself like the elder brother, I.
D'you think, I'll all days of my life frequent
Saint Antlins, like my sister? Gentlemen,
I covet your acquaintance.
Bright. Your servant, sir.
New. I shall be proud to know you.
Tim. Sir, my knowledge
Is not much worth. I'm born to a small fortune;
Some hundred thousand pound, if once my father
Held up his hands in marble, or kneel'd in brass.
What are you? inns-of-court men?
New. The catechism
Were false, should we deny it.
Tim. I shall shortly
Be one myself; I learn to dance already,
And wear short cloaks. I mean in your next masque
To have a part: I shall take most extremely.
Bright. You will inflame the ladies, sir: they'll strive,
Who shall most privately convey jewels
Into your hand.
New. This is an excellent fellow.
Who is't?