SCENE IV.

_Grizzle (solus)._ Where art thou, Grizzle?[104] where are now thy glories? Where are the drums that waken thee to honour? Greatness is a laced coat from Monmouth Street, Which fortune lends us for a day to wear, To-morrow puts it on another's back. The spiteful sun but yesterday survey'd His rival high as Saint Paul's cupola; Now may he see me as Fleet Ditch laid low.