wisely, puppies! Well, let us to the king: there is that in this fardel will make him scratch his beard. I know not what impediment this complaint may be to the flight of my master. Pray heartily he be at palace. Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance: let me pocket up my pedlar's excrement. How now, rustics! whither are you bound? To the palace, an it like your worship. Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and any thing that is fitting to be known, discover. We are but plain fellows, sir. A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they often give us soldiers the lie: but we pay them for it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore they do not give us the lie. Your worship had like to have given us one, if you had not taken yourself with the manner. Are you a courtier, an't like you, sir? Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? hath not my gait in it the measure of the court? receives not thy nose court-odor from me? reflect I not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou, for that I insinuate, or toaze from thee thy business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier cap-a-pe; and one that will either push on or pluck back thy business there: whereupon I command thee to open thy affair. My business, sir, is to the king. What advocate hast thou to him? I know not, an't like you. Advocate's the court-word for a pheasant: say you have none. None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen. How blessed are we that are not simple men! Yet nature might have made me as these are, Therefore I will not disdain. This cannot be but a great courtier. His garments are rich, but he wears them not handsomely. He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical: a great man, I'll warrant; I know by the picking on's teeth. The fardel there? what's i' the fardel? Wherefore that box? Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box, which none must know but the king; and which he shall know within this hour, if I may come to the speech of him. Age, thou hast lost thy labour. Why, sir? The king