A kind of Mungrill, he will carrie but not fetch, marrie hee is
to be put to a dauncing schoole for instruction.
_Acut_. The tricke of the rope were excellent in him, & that ile teach
him, if I misse not my mark. Come, Gallants, we waste time, the first
Taverne we arrive at weel see the race of an houre-glasse.
_Phy_. Can ye a part in a Song?
_Gra_. Verie tollerably.
_Phy_. Weele have a catch then, if with sol, sol, la: Gentlemen have you
any good herbe? you have match, boy.
_Boy_. Your pipe shall want no fire sir.
_Acut_. Oh, without ceremony: now, _Graccus_, if we can but pawne their
senses in Sack and Sugar, let mee alone to pursue the sequell.
_Gra_. Follow it away.
[_Exeunt_.
[_Scene_ 3.]
_Enter Hostis, Cittizens wife, Servulus, and Scillicet_.
_Hostis_. Come, come, bring them out of the ayre: alas good hearts, what
rogorous villaine would commit with him? ile tell ye Gosip, hee's eene
as kinde an animall, he would not wrong them y'faith.
_Citty wife_. Tush, feare nothing woman, I hope to make him so again.
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