Enter the sewer, pass by with service again,
the serving-men take knowledge of Valen-
tine as they go. Juniper salutes him.

Junip.
What, Valentine! fellow Onion,
take my dish, I prithee. You rogue, sirrah,
tell me how thou dost, sweet Ingle.

Val.
Faith, Juniper, the better to see thee
thus folick.

[ Exit Onion.

Junip.
Nay, slid I am no changling, I am
Juniper still. I keep the pristinate[1] ; ha,
you mad hieroglyphick, when shall we
swagger?

Val.
Hieroglyphick? what meanest thou
by that?

Junip.
Mean! Godso, is't not a good
word, man? what, stand upon the meaning
with your friends. Puh, abscond.

Val.
Why but stay, stay; how long has
this sprightly humour haunted thee?

Junip.
Foh, humour, a foolish natural
gift we have in the Æquinoxial.

Val.
Natural, 'slid it may be supernatural
all this.

Junip.
Valentine, I prithee ruminate thy-
self welcome. What fortuna de la guerra.

Val.
O how pitifully are these words
forc'd,
As though they were pumpt out on's belly.

Junip.
Sirrah, Ingle, I think thou hast
seen all the strange countries in Christendom
since thou went'st.

Val.
I have seen some, Juniper.

Junip.
You have seen Constantinople?

Val.
I, that I have.

Junip.
And Jerusalem, and the Indies,
and Goodwin-sands, and the tower of Baby-
lon, and Venice, and all?

Val.
I, all: no, marle, and he have a
nimble tongue, if he practise to vault thus
from one side of the world to another.

Junip.
O it's a most heavenly thing to
travel, and see countries, especially at sea,
and a man had a patent not to be sick.

Val.
O sea-sick jest, and full of the
scurvey.