Light. That shall be shortly tried. I'll instantly go seek for a habit for thee, and that of the richest too; that which shall not be subject to the scoff of any gallant, though to the accomplishing thereof all my means go. Alas! what's a man unless he wear good clothes?
[Exit Lightfoot.
Had. Good speed attend my suit! Here's a never-seen nephew kind in distress; this gives me more cause of admiration than the loss of thirty-five settings together at passage. Ay, when 'tis performed—but words and deeds are now more different than puritans and players.
Enter Atlas.
Atlas. Here's the player would speak with you.
Had. About the jig I promised him. My pen and ink! I prythee, let him in, there may be some cash rhymed out of him.
Enter Player.
Player. The Muses assist you, sir: what, at your study so early?
Had. O, chiefly now, sir: for Aurora Musis amica.
Player. Indeed, I understand not Latin, sir.
Had. You must then pardon me, good Master Change-coat; for I protest unto you, it is so much my often converse that, if there be none but women in my company, yet cannot I forbear it.