passion at thy tediousness.

BUT. Why, look you, I had all this talk for your good!

BAR. Hadst?

BUT. For you know the knight is but a scurvy-proud-prating prodigal,
licentious, unnecessary--

WEN. An ass, an ass, an ass.

BUT. Now you heard me tell him I had three wenches in store.

BAR. And he would have had them all, would he?

BUT. Hear me. Though he may live to be an ox, he had not now so much of
the goat in him, but only hopes for one of the three, when indeed I have
but two; and knowing you to be men of more virtue, and dearer in my
respect, intend them to be yours.

WEN. We shall honour thee.

BAR. But how, butler?

BUT. I am now going to their place of residence, situate in the choicest
place of the city, and at the sign of the Wolf, just against Goldsmith's
Row, where you shall meet me; but ask not for me, only walk to and fro,
and to avoid suspicion you may spend some conference with the
shopkeeper's wives[408]; they have seats built a purpose for such
familiar entertainment--where, from a bay-window[409] which is opposite,
I will make you known to your desired beauties, commend the good parts
you have--

WEN. By the mass, mine are very few. [_Aside_.]

BUT. And win a kind of desire, as women are soon won, to make you be
beloved; where you shall first kiss, then woo, at length wed, and at
last bed, my noble hearts.

BOTH. O butler!

BUT. Wenches, bona robas[410], blessed beauties, without colour or
counterfeit. Away, put on your best clothes, get you to the barber's,
curl up your hair, walk with the best struts you can: you shall see more
at the window, and I have vowed to make you--

BAR. Wilt thou?

BUT. Both fools [_Aside_]; and I'll want of my wit, but I'll do't.

BAR. We will live together as fellows.

WEN. As brothers.
[_Exeunt_.

BUT. As arrant knaves, if I keep you company.
O, the most wretched season of this time!
These men, like fish, do swim within one stream,
Yet they'd eat one another, making no conscience
To drink with them they'd poison; no offence
Betwixt their thoughts and actions has control,
But headlong run, like an unbiass'd bowl.
Yet I will draw[411] them on; but like to him,
At play knows how to lose, and when to win.

_Enter_ THOMAS _and_ JOHN SCARBOROW.

THOM. Butler.

BUT. O, are you come,
And fit as I appointed? so, 'tis well,
You know your cues, and have instructions
How to bear yourselves: all, all is fit,
Play but