SCENE II.
Enter the sewer, pass by with service again, the serving-men take knowledge of Valentine as they go. Juniper salutes him.
Junip. What, Valentine! fellow Onion,
take my dish, I prithee. You rogue, sirrah,
tell me how thou dost, sweet Ingle.
Val. Faith, Juniper, the better to see thee
thus folick.
[Exit Onion.]
Junip. Nay, slid I am no changling, I am
Juniper still. I keep the pristinate1 ; ha,
you mad hieroglyphick, when shall we
swagger?
Val. Hieroglyphick? what meanest thou
by that?
Junip. Mean! Godso, is't not a good
word, man? what, stand upon the meaning
with your friends. Puh, abscond.
Val. Why but stay, stay; how long has
this sprightly humour haunted thee?
Junip. Foh, humour, a foolish natural
gift we have in the Æquinoxial.
Val. Natural, 'slid it may be supernatural
all this.
Junip. Valentine, I prithee ruminate thyself welcome. What fortuna de la guerra.
Val. O how pitifully are these words forc'd,
As though they were pumpt out on's belly.
Junip. Sirrah, Ingle, I think thou hast
seen all the strange countries in Christendom
since thou went'st.
Val. I have seen some, Juniper.
Junip. You have seen Constantinople?
Val. I, that I have.
Junip. And Jerusalem, and the Indies,
and Goodwin-sands, and the tower of Babylon, and Venice, and all?
Val. I, all: no, marle, and he have a
nimble tongue, if he practise to vault thus
from one side of the world to another.
Junip. O it's a most heavenly thing to
travel, and see countries, especially at sea,
and a man had a patent not to be sick.
Val. O sea-sick jest, and full of the
scurvey.