_Grac_. Sir, your discretion shall governe me at this time. Your name, I
pray ye sir?
_Scil_. My name is signior _Scillicet_.
_Grac_. Even so sir? nay, sir, I doe not forget your Argument.
_Enter Accutus_.
_Acut_. Save ye, sir, saw ye not a Gentleman come this way even now,
somewhat hurt in one of his Legges?
_Scil_. He went by even now, sir; is he a friend of yours?
_Acu_. A deare friend, and a propper Gentleman, sir.
_Scil_. By the horison hee's a propper man indeede, he gave me the time
of day as he went by, I have a gallon of wine for him at any time. If ye
see anything in me worth Commendations, I pray ye commend me to him.
_Acut_. I will sir;--twere best you gave me good words, but ile trie ye
farther yet;--fare ye well, sir.
_Scil_. I pray you remember me to him.--You see my anger is over
already. [_Exit[260] Acutus_.
_Grac_. Would ye not strike him? lets followe.
_Scil_. Indeede ye shall not, I hate it.
_Ser_. I will not be barren of my armorie, in my future perambulation
for the lower element.
_Grac_.
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