Nic. Nobody in the World, he has a good bold Face of his own, and Tongue enough; and besides, he knows his Humour too.

Jer. Go, Cocles, you will highly oblige us all.

Coc. Well, I’ll try; but if I do not succeed, do not lay the Fault on your Spokesman.

Jer. You promise well for it, I am out in my Opinion if you don’t get Leave.  Go on Intreater, and return an Obtainer.

Coc. I’ll go, may Mercury send me good Luck of my Errand.  God save you, Sir.

Ma. What does this idle Pack want?

Coc. Your Servant, Reverend Master.

Ma. This is a treacherous Civility!  I am well enough already.  Tell me what ’tis you came for.

Coc. Your whole School beg a Play-day.

Ma. You do nothing else but play, even without Leave.

Coc. Your Wisdom knows that moderate Play quickens the Wit, as you have taught us out of Quintilian.

Ma. Very well, how well you can remember what’s to your purpose?  They that labour hard, had need of some Relaxation:  But you that study idly, and play laboriously, had more need of a Curb, than a Snaffle.

Coc. If any Thing has been wanting in Times past, we’ll labour to make it up by future Diligence.

Ma. O rare Makers up! who will be Sureties for the performing this Promise?

Coc. I’ll venture my Head upon it.

Ma. Nay, rather venture your Tail.  I know there is but little Dependance upon your Word; but however, I’ll try this Time what Credit may be given to you; if you deceive me now, you shall never obtain any Thing from me again.  Let ’em play; but let them keep together in the Field, don’t let them go a tippling or worse Exercises, and see they come Home betimes, before Sun set.

Coc. We will, Sir, I have gotten Leave, but with much a do.

Jer. O brave Lad! we all love you dearly.

Coc. But we must be sure not to transgress our Orders, for if we do, it will be all laid upon my Back; I have engaged for ye all, and if ye do, I’ll never be your Spokesman again.

Jer. We’ll take Care:  But what Play do you like best?

Coc. We’ll talk of that when we come into the Fields.

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I. Of playing at Ball.

NICHOLAS and JEROME.

Nic. No Play is better to exercise all Parts of the Body than Stool-ball; but that’s fitter for Winter than Summer.

Jer. There is no Time of the Year with us, but what’s fit to play in.

Nic. We shall sweat less, if we play at Tennis.

Jer. Let’s let Nets alone to Fishermen; it’s prettier to catch it in our Hands.

Nic. Well, come on, I don’t much Matter; but how much shall we play for?