ACADEMICO. No, thou art a mere mark for good wits to shoot at: and in that suit thou wilt make a fine man to dash poor crows out of countenance. [Aside.
AMORETTO.
She is my Moon, I her Endymion.
ACADEMICO.
No, she is thy shoulder of mutton, thou her onion: or she may be thy
Luna, and thou her lunatic. [Aside.
AMORETTO.
I her Aeneas, she my Dido is.
ACADEMICO.
She is thy Io, thou her brazen ass,
Or she Dame Phantasy, and thou her gull;
She thy Pasiphae, and thou her loving bull.[84]
[Aside.
ACTUS II, SCAENA 4.
Enter IMMERITO and STERCUTIO, his father.
STERCUTIO.
Son, is this the gentleman that sells us the living?
IMMERITO. Fie, father! thou must not call it selling: thou must say, Is this the gentleman that must have the gratuito?
ACADEMICO. What have we here? old truepenny come to town, to fetch away the living in his old greasy slops? Then, I'll none: the time hath been when such a fellow meddled with nothing but his ploughshare, his spade, and his hobnails; and so to a piece of bread and cheese, and went his way. But now these fellows are grown the only factors for preferment. [Aside.]