Scat. Yes, faith, brother, if it please you: let's go see a play at the Globe.
Bub. I care not; any whither, so the clown have a part; for, i' faith, I am nobody without a fool.
Gera. Why, then, we'll go to the Red Bull: they say Green's a good clown.
Bub. Green! Green's an ass.
Scat. Wherefore do you say so?
Bub. Indeed, I ha' no reason; for they say he is as like me as ever he can look.
Scat. Well, then, to the Bull.
W. Rash. A good resolution!—continue it: nay, on.
Bub. Not before the gentlewomen; not I, never.
W. Rash. O, while you live, men before women: custom hath placed it so.