Hor. Yes Captaine, I ha plaide Zulziman there.
Sir Vau. Then M. Horace you plaide the part of an honest man.
Tuc. Death of Hercules, he could neuer play that part well in’s life, no Fulkes you could not: thou call’st Demetrius Iorneyman Poet, but thou putst vp a Supplication to be a poore Iorneyman Player, and hadst beene still so, but that thou couldst not set a good face vpon’t: thou hast forgot how thou amblest (in leather pilch) by a play-wagon, in the high way, and took’st mad Ieronimoes part, to get seruice among the Mimickes: and when the Stagerites banisht thee into the Ile of Dogs, thou turn’dst Bandog (villanous Guy) & euer since bitest therefore I aske if th’ast been at Parris-garden, because thou hast such a good mouth; thou baitst well, read, lege, saue thy selfe and read.
Hor. Why Captaine these are Epigrams compos’d on you.
Tuc. Goe not out Farding Candle, goe not out, for trusty Damboys now the deed is done, Ile pledge this Epigram in wine, Ile swallow it, I, yes.
Sir Vau. God blesse vs, will he be drunke with nittigrams now.
Tuc. So, now arise sprite ath Buttry; no Herring-bone Ile not pull thee out, but arise deere Eccho rise, rise deuill or Ile coniure thee vp.
Min. Good Master Tucca lets ha no coniuring heere.
Sir Vau. Vddes bloud you scald gouty Captaine, why come you to set encombrances heere betweene the Ladies.
Tuc. Be not so tart my precious Metheglin, be not (my old whore a Babilon, sit fast.)