Bout. Hold up your snout, sir:
Sit handsomely; by heaven, sir, you must do it.
Come, boy.
W. Small. No, by this good light, I'll play
Him that goes with the motions.
Drawer. Where's the captain, gentlemen?
W. Small. Stand back, boy, and be a spectator.
Gentlemen,
You shall see the strange nature of an outlandish beast,
That has but two legs, bearded like a man,
Nosed like a goose, and tongued like a woman,
Lately brought from the land of Cataia.[418]
A beast of much understanding, were it not given
Too much to the love of venery. Do I not do it well?
Bout. Admirably!
W. Small. Remember, noble captain,
You skip, when I shall shake my whip. Now, sir,
What can you do for the great Turk?
What can you do for the Pope of Rome?
Hark! he stirreth not, he moveth not, he waggeth not;
What can you do for the town of Geneva, sirrah?
[He holds up his hands instead of praying.
Con. Sure, this baboon is a great Puritan,
Bout. Is not this strange?
W. Small. Not a whit; by this light
Banks[419] his horse and he were taught both in a stable.