Enter the sewer, pa** by with service again, the serving-men take knowledge of Valen- tine 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 pristinate[1] ; 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 thy- self 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 Baby- lon, 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.