Tuc.  Pass on, my good scoundrel, pass on, I honour thee:  [Exeunt Lictors.] But that I hate to have action with such base rogues as these, you should have seen me unrip their noses now, and have sent them to the next barber’s to stitching; for do you see—–­I am a man of humour, and I do love the varlets, the honest varlets, they have wit and valour, and are indeed good profitable,—­errant rogues, as any live in an empire.  Dost thou hear, poetaster? [To Crispinus.] Second me.  Stand up, Minos, close, gather, yet, so!  Sir, (thou shalt have a quarter-share, be resolute) you shall, at my request, take Minos by the hand here, little Minos, I will have it so; all friends, and a health; be not inexorable.  And thou shalt impart the wine, old boy, thou shalt do it, little Minos, thou shalt; make us pay it in our physic.  What! we must live, and honour the gods sometimes; now Bacchus, now Comus, now Priapus; every god a little. [Histrio passes by.] What’s he that stalks by there, boy, Pyrgus ?  You were best let him pass, Sirrah; do, ferret, let him pass, do

2 Pyr.  ’Tis a player, sir.

Tuc.  A player! call him, call the lousy slave hither; what, will he sail by and not once strike, or vail to a man of war? ha!-Do you hear, you player, rogue, stalker, come back here!
                                               [Enter Histrio. 
No respect to men of worship, you slave! what, you are proud, you rascal, are you proud, ha? you grow rich, do you, and purchase, you twopenny tear-mouth? you have fortune, and the good year on your side, you stinkard, you have, you have!

Hist.  Nay, ’sweet captain, be confined to some reason; I protest I saw you not, sir.

Tuc.  You did not? where was your sight, OEdipus? you walk with hare’s eyes, do you?  I’ll have them glazed, rogue; an you say the word, they shall be glazed for you:  come we must have you turn fiddler again, slave, get a base viol at your back, and march in a tawny coat, with one sleeve, to Goose-fair; then you’ll know us, you’ll see us then, you will, gulch, you will.  Then, Will’t please your worship to have any music, captain?

Hist.  Nay, good captain.

Tuc.  What, do you laugh, Howleglas! death, you perstemptuous varlet, I am none of your fellows; I have commanded a hundred and fifty such rogues, I,

2 Pyr.  Ay, and most of that hundred and fifty have been leaders of a legion. [Aside.

Hist.  If I have exhibited wrong, I’ll tender satisfaction, captain.

Tuc.  Say’st thou so, honest vermin!  Give me thy hand; thou shalt make us a supper one of these nights.

Hist.  When you please, by Jove, captain, most willingly. us.  Dost thou swear!  To-morrow then; say and hold, slave.  There are some of you players honest gentlemen-like scoundrels, and suspected to have some wit, as well as your poets, both at drinking and breaking of jests, and are companions for gallants.  A man may skelder ye, now and then, of half a dozen shillings, or so.  Dost thou not know that Pantalabus there?