ACTVS. 2. SCENA. 3.
I cannot stay, I tell you 'tis more then time I were at Court, I know my soueraine Psyche hath expected me this houre
In good time, yonder comes Common-sense, I imagine it should be he by his voice.
Craue my counsell, tell me what maner of man he is? can he entertaine a man into his house, can he hold his Veluet Cap in one hand, and vale his bonnet with the other? knowes he how to become a Scarlet gowne, hath he a paire of fresh posts at his doore?
Hee's about some hasty State-matters, he talkes of posts me thinkes.
Can hee part a couple of Dogges brawling in the streete? why then choose him Mayor••vpon my credit, heele proue a wise officer.
Saue you my Lord, I haue attended your leisure this houre.
Fye vpon't what a toile haue I had to choose them a Mayor yonder? there's a fustie Currier will haue this man: the••e's a Chandlor wipes his nose on his sleeue, and sweares it shall not bee so. There's a Musterd-maker lookes as keene as Viniger will haue another: O this many headed multitude, it's a hard matter to please them.