Cou.  Troth, sir, I thinke you have turnd round, too, and are not setled yet.

En.  Now you talke of setling I knew a gentleman, that was borne to a good fortune, sold all his land, went to sea in a Hollander, was taken by the Dunkirke; at seaven yeares end stole away in an English botome; after that saw both the Indies; for all this was taken by a Turks man of warre, put into the Gallies, and for ought I heare by credible report is not setled yet.

Tho.  Sure he is a great scholler; a man cannot understand him.

Un.  His braines are out of tune.

En.  Now you talke of Musick theres no man in the world loves musick better then I,—­ile give you the reason:  I have been deafe almost this halfe yeare, and it came with a cold sitting up a primero.

Co.  Now you talke of the cold it puts me in mind of the new device of fire for brewing and bakeing.  Had you no hand in the project?

Cap.  Againe hees startled:  come, he shall to taverne with us and confess all.  If he do not strip his soule stark naked to us, say I am no fortune teller.—­Please you to honour our society:  we are going to indulge at the taverne hard by.

En.  You shall comand me, sir.  Oh the Neats tongues and partargoes that I have eaten at Stillyard, but of all things in the world I do not love a black catt:  next a brewers cart, there’s nothing will stay a man so much in the night as a Constables.  One word before you go, and I beseech you give me your opinion cleerely:  was not the Morocco Ambasadour a very fine gentleman for a pagan?

Cap.  Yes, surely, and the lead mines in Darbishire hold still for the Allom businesses.  But come; will you walke, Sir?

En.  I do use to goe a foote sometymes but when I ride; and then I must confesse there is no striving with the streame.  You were in London lately:  they say the people are more affected to beare baiting then in former tyme.

Cap.  There are some a late are drawne like beares to the stake; but for your owne part the gout and the grand pox are all one to you.  What price beare[s] meat in the shambles?

En.  Flesh rises and falls as it us’d to doe, sir; but a Countrey life is the best when all’s done.  What thinke you of a bridg from Lion key to Flaunders?  You may guess I talke at randum, gentlemen; but you must not interpret all foolish discourse a distemper of the braine:  Lords would take it for a Scandalum Magnatum and your Ladies would bee angry too.

Enter Sir Francis and Lady.

Now you talke of Ladies—­

Cap.  By no meanes, Mr. Engin; that gentleman loves you not.  Come, ile bring up the rere.  Where’s Thomas?

[Exeunt Underwit, Captain, Courtwell and Engine.

Tho.  Ile follow, sir.—­I would give my fower marks a yeare that I could talke like that mad gentleman.  Hee’s here and there and everywhere.  How will his tongue run when his Coggs are oild; theile drench him! [Exit.