[AT THE BREAKS HE TAKES HIS TOBACCO.] By this light, I wonder that
any man is so mad, to come to see these rascally tits play here --
They do act like so many wrens or pismires -- not the fifth part of
a good face amongst them all. -- And then their music is abominable
-- able to stretch a man's ears worse then ten -- pillories and their
ditties -- most lamentable things, like the pitiful fellows that
make them -- poets. By this vapour, an 'twere not for tobacco --
I think -- the very stench of 'em would poison me, I should not
dare to come in at their gates -- A man were better visit fifteen
jails -- or a dozen or two of hospitals -- than once adventure to
come near them. How is't? well?
1 CHILD. Excellent; give me my cloak.
3 CHILD. Stay; you shall see me do another now: but a more sober,
or better-gather'd gallant; that is, as it may be thought, some
friend, or well-wisher to the house: and here I enter.
1 CHILD. What? upon the stage too?
2 CHILD. Yes; and I step forth like one of the children, and ask
you. Would you have a stool sir?
3 CHILD. A stool, boy!
2 CHILD. Ay, sir, if you'll give me sixpence, I'll fetch you one.
3 CHILD. For what, I pray thee? what shall I do with it?
2 CHILD.
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