Enter Blunt, Crispinus, and Demetrius, with papers, laughing.
Cri. Mine’s of a fashion, cut out quite from yours.
Dem. Mine has the sharpest tooth, yonder he is.
Blu. Captaine Tucca.
All hold vp papers.
Tuc. How now? I cannot stand to read supplications now.
Cris. They’re bitter Epigrams compos’d on you
By Horace.
Dem. And disperst amongst the gallants
In seuerall coppies, by Asinius Bubo.
Tuc. By that liue Eele? read, Lege Legito, read thou Iacke.
Blu. Tucca’s growne monstrous, how? rich? that I feare,
He’s to be seene for money euery where.