Because I am a _Roman_.

_Ach._ No _Septimius_,
To be a _Roman_ were an honour to you,
Did not your manners, and your life take from it,
And cry aloud, that from _Rome_ you bring nothing
But _Roman_ Vices, which you would plant here,
But no seed of her vertues.

_Sep._ With your reverence
I am too old to learn.

_Ach._ Any thing honest,
That I believe, without an oath.

_Sep._ I fear
Your Lordship has slept ill to night, and that
Invites this sad discourse: 'twill make you old
Before your time:--O these vertuous Morals,
And old religious principles, that fool us!
I have brought you a new Song, will make you laugh,
Though you were at your prayers.

_A[c]h._ What is the subject?
Be free _Septimius_.

_Sep._ 'Tis a Catalogue
Of all the Gamesters of the Court and City,
Which Lord lyes with that Lady, and what Gallant
Sports with that Merchants wife; and does relate