_Gent_. Whats your will, sir?
_Scil_. Truth will to light, and the truth is I have an appetite to
kisse you.
_Phil_. This point would become a Gentleman, sure; I pray, who trim'd it
so?
_Gent_. My man, forsooth.
_Phy_. Sir, I desire your acquaintance; tis excellent, rare.
_Gent_. You would have said so, had you seene it an houre since.
_Ser_. Heeres game for me! I hunt for fooles and have sprung a covey.
_Hostis_. Gentles, please you, draw neere? lead the way into the
chambers.
_Bos_. _Bos_ is the name of a thing may be seene, felt, heard, or
understood, and the nominative case goes before my Mistris the Verbe; my
mistris requires an accusative case to follow, as _usus feminae proptus
facit_.
[_Exeunt al but Hostis_.
_Hostis_. Oh fye upont, who would be an hostis, & could do otherwise?
[A] Ladie [h]as the most lascivious life, conges and kisses, the tyre,
the hood, the rebato, the loose bodyed Gowne, the pin in the haire, and
everie day change, when an Hostis must come and go at everye mans
pleasure. And what's a Lady more then another body? Wee have legs, and
hands, rowling eyes and hanging lips, sleek browes, and cherie cheeks &
other things as Ladies have, but the fashion carries it away.
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