yet how could Glyco expect Hermogine’s daughter should make a good end?  She’d have pared the claws of a flying kite; a snake does not bring forth a halter:  Glyco might do what he would with his own; but it will be a brand on him as long as he lives; nor can any thing but Hell blot it out; however, every man’s faults are his own.  I perceive now what entertainment Mammea is like to give us; he’ll be at twopence charges for me and my company; which if he does, he will pull Narbanus clean out of favour; for you must know, he’ll live at the full height; yet in truth what good has he done us?  He gave us a company of gittiful sword-players, but so old and decrepid, that had you blown on them, they’d have fallen of themselves:  I have seen many a better at a funeral pile; he would not be at the charge of lamps for them; you’d have taken them for dunghil cocks fighting in the dark; one was a downright fool, and withal gouty; another crump-footed, and a third half dead, and hamstrung:  There was one of them a Thracian, that made a figure, and kept up to the rule of fighting; but upon the whole matter, all of them were parted, and nothing came of this great block-headed rabble, but a downright running away:  And yet, said he, I made ye a show, and I clap my hands for company; but cast up the account, I gave more than I received; one hand rubs another.  You Agamemnon seem to tell me what would that trouble some fellow be at; because you that can speak, and do not, you are not of our form, and therefore ridicule what poor men say; tho’, saving the repute of a scholar, we know you are but a meer fool.  Where lies the matter then? let me persuade you to take a walk in the country, and see our cottage, you’ll find somewhat to eat; a chicken, some eggs, or the like:  The tempestuous season had like to have broke us all, yet we’ll get enough to fill the belly.  Your scholar, my boy Cicero, is mightily improved, and if he lives, you’ll have a servant of him; he is pretty forward already, and whatever spare time he has, never off a book:  He’s a witty lad, well-featur’d, takes a thing without much study, tho’ yet he be sickly:  I killed three of his linnets the other day, and told him the weasels had eaten them; yet he found other things to play with, and has a pretty knack at painting:  He has a perfect aversion to Greek, but seems better inclined to Latin; tho’ the master he has now humours him in the other; nor can he be kept to one thing, but is still craving more, and will not take pains with any.  There is also another of this sort, not much troubled with learning, but very diligent, and teaches more than he knows himself:  He comes to our house on holidays, and whatever you give him he’s contented; I therefore bought the boy some ruled books, because I will have him get a smattering in accounts and the law; it will be his own another day:  He has learning enough already, but if he takes back to it again, I design him for a trade, a barber, a parson, or a lawyer, which nothing but the devil can take from him:  How oft have I told him, Thou art (Sirrah) my first begotten, and believe thy father, whatever thou learnest ’tis all thy own:  See there Philero the lawyer, if he had not been a scholar he might have starved; but now see what trinkums he has about his neck, and dares nose Narbanus.  Letters are a treasure, and a trade never dies.”