en the knight comes, and give us word.

CIN. I will, sir.
[EXIT.

FAST. How lik'st thou my boy, Carlo?

CAR. O, well, well. He looks like a colonel of the Pigmies horse, or one
of these motions in a great antique clock; he would shew well upon a
haberdasher's stall, at a corner shop, rarely.

FAST. 'Sheart, what a damn'd witty rogue's this! How he confounds with
his similes!

CAR. Better with similes than smiles: and whither were you riding now,
signior?

FAST. Who, I? What a silly jest's that! Whither should I ride but to the
court?

CAR. O, pardon me, sir, twenty places more; your hot-house, or your
whore-house --

FAST. By the virtue of my soul, this knight dwells in Elysium here.

CAR. He's gone now, I thought he would fly out presently. These be our
nimble-spirited catsos, that have their evasions at pleasure, will run over
a bog like your wild Irish; no sooner started, but they'll leap from one
thing to another, like a squirrel, heigh! dance and do tricks in their
discourse, from fire to water, from water to air, from air to earth, as if
their tongues did but e'en lick the four elements over, and away.

FAST. Sirrah, Carlo, thou never saw'st my gray hobby yet, didst thou?

CAR. No; have you such a one?

FAST. The best in Europe, my good villain, thou'lt say when thou seest him.

CAR. But when shall I see him?

FAST. There was a nobleman in the court offered me a hundred pound for
him, by this light: a fine little fiery slave, he runs like a -- oh,
excellent, excellent! -- with the very sound of the spur.

CAR. How! the sound of the spur?

FAST. O, it's your only humour now extant, sir; a good gingle, a good gingle.

CAR. S'blood! you shall see him turn morrice-dancer, he has got him
bells, a good suit, and a hobby-horse.

SIG. Signior, now you talk of a hobby-horse, I know where one is will not
be given for a brace of angels.

FAST. How is that, sir?

SOG. Marry, sir, I am telling this gentleman of a hobby-horse; it was my
father's indeed, and though I say it --

CAR. That should not say it -- on, on.

SOG. He did dance in it, with as good humour and as good regard as any man
of his degree whatsoever, being no gentleman: I have danc'd in it myself
too.

CAR. Not since the humour of gentility was upon you, did you?

SOG. Yes