_Cap_. Enough I wonot faile, I say. Farewell, honest _Tom_a_ Lincolne, farewell: comend me to the traind band.

_Tho_. Pray doe not fall a drinking and forgett it: bu'oy[236], noble Captaine. [_Exit_.

_Enter_Mr._Courtwell_. _Cap_.

My expectation of the Lawz well mett! _Cou_. I am glad to see you, Captaine. _Cap_.

Is thy sight perfect? Thy poring upon statutes and booke cases Makes me suspecte. But dost thou thinke to bee A Dominus factotum on the Bench, And be a Civill Lawyer? _Cou_. You are merry.

_Cap_. Tis more then thou hast been this twelvemonth: th'ast Lost thy Complexion with too much study. Why, thou shalt be an heire and rule the rost Of halfe a shire, and thy father would but Dye once; Come to the Sizes with a band of Janisaries To equall the Grand Signor, all thy tenants, That shall at their owne charge make themselves fine And march like Cavaliers with tilting feathers, Gaudy as _Agamemnons_[237] in the play: After whome thou, like _St.