SCENE I. -- THE COUNTRY; BEFORE PUNTARVOLO'S HOUSE.
ENTER FASTIDIOUS BRISK, CINEDO, CARLO BUFFONE, AND SOGLIARDO.
FAST. Cinedo, watch when the knight comes, and give us word.
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?
