_Lor._ A Fool’s head of your own, has it not? The Boys will hoot at us as we pass--hah, Who be these, who be these-- [Goes towards _Cur._ and _Piet._
_Cur._ Here--this to _Don Alonso_--this to the _English_ Count; and this you may shew to the Young _German_ Prince--and this-- I will reserve for higher Prices. [Gives _Piet._ Pictures.
_Piet._ Will you shew none to the Courtiers, Sir?
_Cur._ Away, you Fool, I deal in no such Trash.
_Lor._ How, Sir, how was that? pray how came we to Gain your dis-favour?
_Cur._ I cry you mercy, Sir, pray what are you;
_Lor._ A Courtier, Sir, I can assure you, And one of the best Rank too; I have the Prince’s ear, Sir. --What have you there, hah?--Pictures? let me see-- What, are they to be bought?
_Cur._ Sir, they are Copies of most fair Originals, Not to be bought but hired.
_Lor._ Say you so, Friend? the Price, the Price.
_Cur._ Five thousand Crowns a Month, Sir.
_Cur._ Sir, they be curious Pieces, were never blown upon, Have never been in Courts, nor hardly Cities.
_Lor._ Upon my word, that’s considerable; Friend, pray where do they live?
_Lor._ Well, put up your Ware, shew not a face of them Till I return! for I will bring you The best Chapman in all _Florence_, Except the Duke himself.
_Cur._ You must be speedy then, For I to morrow shall be going towards _Rome_.
_Lor._ A subtle Rascal this: thou think’st, I warrant, To make a better Market amongst the Cardinals. --But take my word, ne’er a Cardinal of them all Comes near this Man, I mean, to bring you in Matters of Beauty--so, this will infallibly make My Peace again: [Aside.] Look ye, Friend --Be ready, for ‘tis the Prince, the noble generous _Frederick_, That I design your Merchant. [Goes out.
_Cur._ Your Servant, Sir,--that is _Guilliam_; I cannot be mistaken in him, go call him back. [_Pietro_ fetches him back, who puts on a surly Face. --Friend, what art thou?
_Guil._ What am I? why, what am I? dost thou not see What I am? a Courtier, Friend.
_Guil._ My Name, I have not yet considered.
_Cur._ Dog, do’st eccho me? do’st thou repeat? I say again, what is thy Name? [Shakes him.
_Guil._ Oh horrible!--why, Sir, it was _Guilliam_ When I was a silly Swain.
_Cur._ _Guilliam_--the same; Didst thou not know a Maid whose name was _Cloris_?