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You have thought to get a new one, Hugh: is't worth it?
Let's hear it first.

 Hugh. Then hearken, and receive it.
[Whispers him.
This 'tis, sir. Do you relish it?

Enter Hilts, and walks by, making himself ready.

 Tub. If Hilts Be close enough to carry it; there's all.

 Hilts. It is no sand, nor butter-milk: if it be,
Ich'am no zive, or watering-pot, to draw
Knots i' your 'casions. If you trust me, zo!
If not, praform it your zelves. Cham no man's wife,
But resolute Hilts: you'll vind me in the buttry.
[Exit.

 Tub. A testy, but a tender clown as wool,
And melting as the weather in a thaw!
He'll weep you like all April; but he'll roar you
Like middle March afore: he will be as mellow,
And tipsy too, as October; and as grave
And bound up like a frost (with the new year)
In January; as rigid as he is rustic.

 Hugh. You know his nature, and describe it well;
I'll leave him to your fashioning.

 Tub. Stay, sir Hugh;
Take a good angel with you for your guide;
[Gives him a piece of money.
And let this guard you homeward, as the blessing
[Exit.To our device.

 Hugh. I thank you, 'squire's worship,
Most humbly—for the next; for this I am sure of.
O for a quire of these voices, now,
To chime in a man's pocket, and cry chink!
One doth not chirp, it makes no harmony.