The things we do!

[_Ex. Fish_.
_Clowne_. No wonder these fellowes pretend to be witty; for
understandinge, so manye have lost there witts as ... they have fisht
for it and in som drawenett or other have caught it. But where might
these lost shrewes bee? I suspect this pestiferous _Je vous prie_ hathe
putt some slovenly tricke or other to cheate my mayster boathe of his
ware and mony.
_Enter Scribonia with an empty pale to y'e Clow_.
_Scribon_. Thus beinge chered with warmth, and change of clothes,
With all such comforts as the cloyster yeelds,
I am dyrected to a neighbours by
For water to refreshe and wash our selves.
And this shoold bee the howse.
_Clowne_. What! not _Scribonia_,
One of the flock that's missing?
_Scrib_. Oh sweete _Jayms_,
Where is your noble maister?
_Clowne_. Nay, sweete rogue,
Where is his bewteous mystresse?
_Scrib_. Heare within.
_Clowne_. In this place joyninge to the monastery?
And _Mildewe_ too?
_Scrib_. Rott on that villeyne! no.
_Clowne_. Hee promist to bringe you too alonge and meete with my master
and som others of his frends att supper.


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