_Eust._ Let's go, let's go, I must go visit, Gentlemen, and mark what
sweet lips I must kiss to morrow. [_Exeunt._
ACTUS II. SCENA III.
_Enter_ Cook, Andrew, Butler,
_Cook._ And how do's my Master?
_And._ He's at's Book; peace, Coxcomb, that such an unlearned tongue as
thine should ask for him!
_Co._ Do's he not study conjuring too?
_And._ Have you lost any Plate, _Butler_?
_But._ No, but I know I shall to morrow at dinner.
_And._ Then to morrow you shall be turn'd out of your place for't; we
meddle with no spirit o'th' Buttery, they taste too small for us; keep me
a Pie in _Folio_, I beseech thee, and thou shalt see how learnedly I'le
translate him. Shall's have good cheer to morrow?
_Co._ Excellent good cheer, _Andrew_.
_And._ The spight on't is, that much about that time, I shall be arguing,
or deciding rather, which are the Males or Females of Red Herrings, and
whether they be taken in the Red-Sea only; a question found out by
_Copernicus_, the learned Motion-maker.
_Co._ I marry, _Butler_, here are rare things; a man that look'd upon him,
would swear he understood no more than we do.
_But._ Certain, a learned _Andrew_.
_And._ I've so much on't, and am so loaden with strong understanding, I
fear, they'll run me mad. Here's a new Instrument, a Mathematical Glister
to purge the Moon with when she is laden with cold phlegmatick humours;
and here's another to remove the Stars, when they grow too thick in the
Firmament.
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