New. A corporation went to the bringing of him forth.
Quart. I embrace him.
Sale. And so do I.
Tim. You are a poet, sir,
And can make verses, I hear?
Sale. Sir, I am
A servant to the Muses.
Tim. I have made
Some speeches, sir, in verse, which have been spoke
By a green Robin Goodfellow from Cheapside conduit,[216]
To my father's company, and mean this afternoon
To make an epithalamium upon my wedding.
A lady fell in love with me this morning:
Ask Master Francis here.
Plot. Heart! you spoil all.
Did not I charge you to be silent?
Tim. That's true;
I had forgot. You are a captain, sir?
Quart. I have seen service, sir.
Tim. Captain, I love
Men of the sword and buff; and if need were,
I can roar too, and hope to swear in time,
Do you see, captain?