Spend. Be ever praised that divinity,
That has to my oppressed state rais'd friends,
Still be his blessings pour'd upon their heads.
Your hand, I pray,
That have so faithfully perform'd their wills.
If e'er my industry, join'd with their loves,
Shall raise me to a competent estate,
Your name shall ever be to me a friend.
Long. In your good wishes you requite me amply.
Spend. All fees, you say, are paid? There's for your love.
Fox. I thank you, sir, and am glad you are releas'd.
[Exeunt.
Enter Bubble, gallanted.
Bub. How apparel makes a man respected! the very children in the street do adore me: for if a boy, that is throwing at his jack-a-lent,[210] chance to hit me on the shins, why, I say nothing but Tu quoque, smile, and forgive the child with a beck of my hand, or some such like token: so by that means I do seldom go without broken shins.
Enter Staines, like an Italian.
Staines. The blessings of your mistress fall upon you;
And may the heat and spirit of her lip
Endue her with matter above her understanding,
That she may only live to admire you, or, as the Italian says:
Que que dell fogo Ginni coxcombie.
Bub. I do wonder what language he speaks.
Do you hear, my friend; are not you a conjuror?