_Cap_. One that has a rare dexteritie at lanceing Or opening of a stomack that has crudities; So neat at separation of a limbe And quartering of treason.
_Cap_. He has practised late to mend his hand, and now With the very wind and flourish of his instrument He will strike flatt a projector at twelve score.
_Cap_. He has lost that sence he saies, unless he counterfeits; It wilbe your securitie to see him Safe in the Surgeons hands. [_they whisper_.
_En_.--Into what misery have my Projects flung me! They shanot know I understand 'em. That I were quitt with loss of both my eares, although I cut my haire like a Lay Elder, too, To shew the naked conyholes! I doe thinke What cursed Balletts will be made upon me And sung to divilish tunes at faire and Marketts To call in cutpurses. In a puppet play, Were but my storie written by some scholler, Twould put downe _hocas pocas_ and the tumblers And draw more audience than the Motion Of _Ninivie_[275] or the dainty docile horse[276] That snorts at _Spaine_ by an instinct of Nature.
_Cap_. Ile leave him to you and seeke out Captaine _Underwit_. [_Exit_.
_Ri_. Come, Master _Engine_, weele to horse imediately.
_Cou_. So, we are fast enough, and now I have thee Ile tell thee all the fault I find; thou hast A little too much witt to bee a wife; It could not be too nimble for a Mistresse.-- _Device_, there is a part still of your pennance Behind. You would pretend to be a Poet; Ile not disgrace the name to call thee one, But let me have rimes against we go to bed, Two Anagrams that weigh an ounce, with coment, And after that in verse your Affidavit That you do wish us joy, and I discharge you.
_Cou_. About e'm: Your double congey and depart with silence. [_Exit Device_. Now prethe tell me who reported I Had wrong'd a Ladie? Wast not thy revenge To make me angrie?
_Sis_. Twas, indeed. Now tell me: Why at the first approach seem'd you so modest? You have confidence to spare now.
_Cou_. Troth I came not With any wooing purpose; only to please My Uncle, and try thy witt; and that converted me.
_Tho_. Did you see my Master, Captaine _Underwit_?
_Cou_. Yes, hee's talking with the priest and Mistris _Dorothy_.
_Tho_. Her fathers footman was here; she is a knights daughter And heire, but she does not know it yet.