Bub. O thou Hercules of ignorance! I mean, how were they satisfied?
Sprin. By my troth, sir, but so-so; and yet some of them had two.
Bub. O insatiable women, whom two puddings would not satisfy! But vanish, Sprinkle; bid your fellow Gervase come hither.
[Exit Sprinkle.
And off, my mourning-robes: grief, to the grave,
For I have gold, and therefore will be brave:[173]
In silks I'll rattle it of every colour,
And, when I go by water, scorn a sculler.
Enter Staines.
In black carnation velvet I will cloak me,
And when men bid God save me, cry, Tu quoque.
It is needful a gentleman should speak Latin sometimes, is it not, Gervase?
Staines. O, very graceful, sir; your most accomplished gentlemen are known by it.
Bub. Why, then will I make use of that little I have upon times and occasions. Here, Gervase, take this bag, and run presently to the mercer's; buy me seven ells of horse-flesh-coloured taffata, nine yards of yellow satin, and eight yards of orange-tawny velvet. Then run to the tailor's, the haberdasher's, the sempster's, the cutler's, the perfumer's, and to all trades whatsoever, that belong to the making up of a gentleman; and, amongst the rest, let not the barber be forgotten: and look that he be an excellent fellow, and one that can snap his fingers with dexterity.[174]
Staines. I shall fit you, sir.