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Ful. Or whistle thee into an ague: hang it,
Ful. Heyday! what's this?
Guz. Oh! but those other parts, All
Ful. All?-hold there, I bar play under board,
Guz. [But] I have dreamt
Ful. Oh, rare!
Guz. A very dream.
Into a sleeping carpenter, or taylor,
BENATZI) bear up!
Enter BENATZI, as an outlaw, LEVIDOLCHE at a
Ben. Death of reputation, the wheel, strappado, gallies, rack, are ridiculous fopperies ; goblins to fright babies. Poor lean-soul'd rogues ! they will swoon at the scar of a pin; one tear dropp'd from their harlot's eyes breeds earthquakes in their bones. Ful. Bless us! a monster, patch'd of dagger
Guz. Let us then avoid him,
Ben. Cut-throats by the score abroad, come home, and rot in fripperies. Brave man at arms, go turn pandar, do; stalk for a mess of warm broth - damnable ! honourable cuts are but badges for a fool to vaunt; the raw-ribb’d apothecary poisons cum privilegio, and is paid. Oh, the commonwealth of beasts is most politicly ordered ! Guz. Brother, we'll keep aloof, there is no va
lour In tugging with a man-fiend.
Ful. I defy him.
It gabbles like I know not what;-believe it,
Ben. Look else: the lion roars, and the spaniel fawns; down, cur; the badger bribes the unicorn, that a jury may not pass upon his pillage; here the bear fees the wolf, for he will not howl gratis ; beasts call pleading howling.--So then! there the horse complains of the ape's rank riding; the jockey makes mouths, but is fined for it; the stag is not jeer'd by the monkey for his horns; the ass by the hare for his burthen; the ox by the leopard for his yoke; nor the goat by the ram for his beard: only the fox wraps himself warm in beaver, bids the cat mouse, the elephant toil, the boar gather acorns; while he grins, feeds fat, tells tales, laughs at all, and sleeps safe at the lion's feet.-Save ye, people. Ful. Why, save thee too, if thou be'st of Hea
ven's making : What art ?-fear nothing, Don, we have our blades, Are metal men ourselves, try us who dare. Guz. Our brother speaks our mind, think what
you please on't. Ben. A match; observe well this switch; with this only switch have I pash'd out the brains of thirteen Turks to the dozen, for a breakfast.
9 This fellow's a shrewd fellow at a pink.] i. e. at fighting, at a duel. He judges from the rugged appearance of Benatzi, and his fierce strutting language. He is described above as an outlaw; by which nothing more seems meant than a disbanded soldier in rags, as in our author's age was too commonly the case, formidable from arms, and desperate from necessity.
Ful. What, man, thirteen! is't possible thou
liest not? Ben. I was once a scholar, then I begg‘d without pity; from thence I practised law, there a scruple of conscience popp'd me over the bar: a soldier I turn'd a while, but could not procure the letter of preferment. Merchant I would be, and a glut of land-rats gnaw'd me to the bones; would have bought an office, bụt the places with reversions were catch'd up; offered to pass into the court, and wanted trust for clothes ; was lastly, for my good parts, prest into the gallies, took prisoner, redeemed amongst other slaves by your gay great man, they call him Auria; and am now I know not who, where, or what. How d’ye like me ?say. Ful. A shaver of all trades! What course of
life Dost mean to follow next? ha! speak thy mind. Guz. Nor be thou daunted, fellow; we our
selves Have felt the frowns of fortune in our days.
Ben. I want extremely, exceedingly, hideously. Lev. [above] Take that, enjoy it freely, wisely
use it, [to] Th’ advantage of thy fate, and know the giver.
[Throws him a purse, and draws back. Ful. Hey day! a purse in troth, who dropp’d?
-stay, stay : Umph, have we gipsies here? oh, mine is safe; Is't your purse, brother Don?
Guz. Not mine; I seldom
Ful. Has it any money in it, honest blade ?
Guz. We defy them.
Ben. Stand from about me, as you are mortal! You are dull clod-pated lumps of mire and garbish. This is the land of fairies.-Imperial queen of elves, I do crouch to thee, vow my services, my blood, my sinews to thee, sweet sovereign of largess, and liberality.-A French tailor-neat!Persian cook--dainty! - Greek wines — rich! Flanders' mares-stately!-Spanish sallads-poignant!-Venetian wanton--ravishing !- English bawd-unmatchable !-Sirs, I am fitted.
Ful. All these thy followers ? miserable pigmies ! Prate sense and don't be mad; I like thy humour,
; "Tis pretty, odd, and so--as one might say, I care not greatly if I entertain thee: Dost want a master ? if thou dost, I am for thee; Else choose, and sneck up! pish, I scorn to flinch,
man. Guz. Forsake not fair advancement; money,
Ben. Excellent! what place shall I be admitted to? chamber, wardrobe, cellar, or stable? Ful. Why, one and all; thou'rt welcome, let's
shake hands on't. Thy name?