SIR SAMP. By the horns of the moon, you would say, brother
Capricorn.

FORE. Capricorn in your teeth, thou modern Mandeville; Ferdinand
Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first
magnitude. Take back your paper of inheritance; send your son to
sea again. I'll wed my daughter to an Egyptian mummy, e'er she
shall incorporate with a contemner of sciences, and a defamer of
virtue.

SIR SAMP. Body o' me, I have gone too far; I must not provoke
honest Albumazar: --an Egyptian mummy is an illustrious creature, my
trusty hieroglyphic; and may have significations of futurity about
him; odsbud, I would my son were an Egyptian mummy for thy sake.
What, thou art not angry for a jest, my good Haly? I reverence the
sun, moon and stars with all my heart. What, I'll make thee a
present of a mummy: now I think on't, body o' me, I have a shoulder
of an Egyptian king that I purloined from one of the pyramids,
powdered with hieroglyphics, thou shalt have it brought home to thy
house, and make an entertainment for all the philomaths, and
students in physic and astrology in and about London.

FORE. But what do you know of my wife, Sir Sampson?

SIR SAMP. Thy wife is a constellation of virtues; she's the moon,
and thou art the man in the moon. Nay, she is more illustrious than
the moon; for she has her chastity without her inconstancy: 'sbud I
was but in jest.