_Enter Scil. and Servulis_.[258]
_Scil_. No, by my troth, by this bright horrison--
_Accut_. An excellent Cuckoo, hee keepes his note in Winter.
_Scil_. I haue no appetite at all to live in the countrie any more; now,
as they say, I have got a smacke on the Cittie. Slid, I thinke (as the
proverbe goes) I was wrapt in my mother's smocke the day I was begotten,
I thank the Goddesse _Cupid_ for it. I am so favourd of the Women, my
hostes loves me execrably.
_Accut_. Good reason, fooles make good sport.
_Grac_. Sever, sever, ere wee bee discovered.
_Ser_. Sir, the respective regard of your well governed partes do
challenge a mellifluous species of enduement or contumelious estimation.
_Grac_. Gentles, God save ye, well over-taken Gallants.
_Scil_. Welcome, by the welkin.
_Grac_. This is verie pleasant weather.
_Ser_. Sir the ayre is frugall.
_Grac_. Is that Gentleman of your Company?
_Scil_. Our company sir, no, we are no companions for lame Souldiers.
_Grac_. Propper man, pittie he is so regardles. A good legge, it seemes
he has some greefe in it.
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