Min. To mee? why Master Captaine, you know that I haue my choise of three or foure payre of Knights, and therefore haue small reason to flye out I know not how in a man of war.
Tuc. A man a warre? come thou knowst not what a worshipfull focation tis to be a Captaines wife: three or four payre of Knights? why dost heare Ioane-a-bedlam, Ile enter into bond to be dub’d by what day thou wilt, when the next action is layde vpon me, thou shalt be Ladified.
Min. You know I am offered that by halfe a dozen.
Tuc. Thou shalt little Miniuer, thou shalt, Ile ha this frock turn’d into a foote-cloth; and thou shalt be carted, drawne I meane, Coacht, Coacht, thou shalt ryde Iigga-Iogge; a Hood shall flap vp and downe heere, and this shipskin-cap shall be put off.
Mini. Nay perdie, Ile put off my cap for no mans pleasure.
Tuc. Wut thou be proude little Lucifer? well, thou shalt goe how thou wilt Maide-marian; come, busse thy little Anthony now, now, my cleane Cleopatria; so, so, goe thy waies Alexis secrets, th’ast a breath as sweet as the Rose, that growes by the Beare-garden, as sweete as the proud’st heade a Garlicke in England: come, wut march in, to the Gentle folkes?
Mini. Nay trulie Captaine you shall be my leader.
Tuc. I say Mary Ambree, thou shalt march formost,
Because Ile marke how broad th’art in the heeles.
Mini. Perdie, I will be set ath last for this time.
Tuc. Why then come, we’ll walke arme in arme,
As tho we were leading one another to Newgate.