Quart. Is not the folding of your napkins brought
Into the bill?
Rose. Pinch'd napkins, captain, and laid
Like fishes, fowls, or faces.
Sale. Then remember
How you rate salads, Roseclap; one may buy
Gardens as cheap.
Rose. Yes, Master Salewit, salads
Taken from Euclid, made in diagrams,
And to be eaten in figures.
Quart. And we must pay for your inventions, sir?
Rose. Or you are damn'd:
Good captain, you have sworn to pay this twelvemonth.
Quart. Peace! you loud, bawling cur; do you disgrace me
Before these gallants? See if I don't kill you.
SCENE VI.
Enter Bright, Newcut, Timothy, Plotwell.
Bright. Save you, Captain Quartfield, and my brave wit,
My man of Helicon. Salute this gentleman,
He is a city wit.