Math. Ned is.
Laur. Not Master Heigham?
Heigh. Laurentia! here.
Laur. I' faith, thou art welcome.
Heigh. Better cannot fall.
Math. Sweet, so art thou.
Mar. As much to mine.
Laur. Nay, gentles, welcome all.
Pis. Here's cunning harlotries! They feed these off
With welcome and kind words, whilst other lads
Revel in that delight they should possess.
Good girls, I promise you, I like you well. [Aside.
Mar. Say, Master Harvey: saw you, as you came,
That lecher, which my sire appoints my man?
I mean that wanton, base Italian,
That Spanish-leather spruce companion,
That antique ape, trick'd up in fashion?
Had the ass come, I'd learn him difference been
Betwixt an English gentleman and him.