Cou. My Uncle told me of him.
_Cap. Let him to Bedlam then; what makes he here? Clean straw and a good whip are held restoratives.
Tho. He walkes and talkes the madliest; twenty midwives
Are nothing to him, he drownes all their noise.
His tongue is twenty ring of Bells, and yett
He seemes so merry.
Enter Engine.
En. Save you, gentlemen, gallants, Cavalliers. How farre travell you: me thinkes you are very finely accomodated. Are you a Doctor, sir?
Cap. No, but I can tell you how to purge, and please you.
En. You say very well. Troth, gentlemen you must pardon me: cry you mercy, your name is Captaine Underwit.
Un. Yes, sir, but my mother came of the Over-muches by the Peake. She broke my father's hart, and Sir Richard buried her: things must be as please the starres.
En. What thinke you of the blazeing starre in Germany? according to Ptolmy tis very strange. Does the race hold at Newmarket for the Cup[254]? When is the Cocking, gentlemen? There are a parcell of rare Jewells to be sold now, and a man had money. I doe meane to build a very fine house next summer and fish ponds. What did you heare of the new play. I am afraid the witts are broke; there be men will make affidavit that [they] have not heard a good jest since Tarleton[255] dyed. Pray, may I crave your name, sir?
Cou. My name is Courtwell, sir.