Sell it? and must a simple clerk be fain to compound
then? Echo. Pounds then.
What, if I have no pounds? must then my suit
be prorogued? Echo. Rogued.
Yea? given to a rogue? Shall an ass this
vicarage compass? Echo. Ass.
What is the reason that I should not be as fortunate
as he? Echo. Ass he.
Yet, for all this, with a penniless purse will I
trudge to his worship. Echo. Words cheap.
Well, if he give me good words, it’s more than I
have from an Echo. Echo. Go.
ACTUS II, SCAENA 3.
AMORETTO with an Ovid in his hand, IMMERITO.
Take it on the word of a gentleman, thou cannot have it a penny under;
think on it, think on it, while I meditate on my fair mistress—
Nunc sequor imperium, magne Cupido, tuum.
Whate’er become of this dull, threadbare clerk,
I must be costly in my mistress’ eye:
Ladies regard not ragged company.
I will with the revenues of my chaffer’d church
First buy an ambling hobby for my fair,
Whose measur’d pace may teach the world to dance,
Proud of his burden, when he ’gins to prance.
Then must I buy a jewel for her ear,
A kirtle of some hundred crowns or more.
With these fair gifts when I accompani’d go,
She’ll give Jove’s breakfast; Sidney terms it so.
I am her needle, she is my adamant,
She is my fair rose, I her unworthy prick.
Is there nobody here will take the pains to geld his mouth? [Aside.
She’s Cleopatra, I Mark Antony.
No, thou art a mere mark for good wits to shoot at: and in that suit
thou wilt make a fine man to dash poor crows out of countenance.
She is my Moon, I her Endymion.
No, she is thy shoulder of mutton, thou her onion: or she may be thy
Luna, and thou her lunatic. [Aside.
I her Aeneas, she my Dido is.
She is thy Io, thou her brazen ass,
Or she Dame Phantasy, and thou her gull;
She thy Pasiphae, and thou her loving bull.
ACTUS II, SCAENA 4.
Enter IMMERITO and STERCUTIO, his father.
Son, is this the gentleman that sells us the living?
Fie, father! thou must not call it selling: thou must say, Is this the
gentleman that must have the gratuito?