_Phy_. I accept it ifaith, sir, I am not prone to anger, I assure ye the
following night knew not my anger. Your acquaintance, Signior.
_Gra_. Fye, without ceremony lets yoake this triplicity as we did in the
daies of olde, with mirth and melody.
_Phy_. I, say you? so then _Coll_[264] _her and clip her and kisse her,
too, &c_.
_Bos_. The triplicitie! heere's those has supt at an ordinarie.
_Accu_. This gallant humors.
_Gra_. But the other walkes aloofe.
_Bos_. The triplicite! heere's those has crackt glasses and drawn blood
of a Tapster.
_Gra_. The visitation of your hand, sir.
_Bos_. The Triplicitie! will colours change?
_Acut_. Sir, take no offence, I beseech ye, we gave onlye satisfaction
for an olde injurie, but in the degree of amitie your selfe sits in the
superlative.
_Bos_. No sir, but in respect.
_Gra_. What kinde is your Dogge of, sir?
_Bos_. Verie kinde to anything but his meat, that hee devours with great
alacritie.
_Grac_. Where was he bred?
_Bos_. In a Bitch.
_Gra_. What Countrie?
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