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ACT. I. SCEN. I.
Hearesay, Slicer,
Shape, Meanewell.
Hear.
WE're made my Boys, we're made; me
thinks I am
Growing into a thing that will be
worship'd.
Slic.
I shall sleep one day in my
Chaine, and Skarlet
At Spittle-Sermon.
Shap.
Were not my wit such
I'd put out monies of being Maior.
But O this braine of mine! that's it that will
Barre me the City Honour.
Hear.
We're cry'd up
O'th' sudden for the sole Tutors of the Age.
Shap.
Esteem'd discreet, sage, trainers up of youth.
Hear.
Our house becomes a place of Visit now.
Slic.
In my poore judgement 'tis as good my Lady
Should venture to commit her eldest sonne
To us, as to the Inns of Court: hee'l be
Undone here only with lesse Ceremony.