Away, away, my
brave bullies! welcome, sweete Signior, I cannot bow to thy knee, I'me
as stout & as stiff as a new made knight, but if I say the word, mine
Host bids the Cobler--
_Gra_. May I crave a word of you, mine Host?
_Host_. Thou shalt whisper in mine eare, I will see and say little; what
I say duns[295] the mouse and welcom, my bullies.
_Enter Scillicet and Getica_.
_Scil_. By the torrid zone (sweet heart) I have thought well of you ever
since I loved ye, as a man wold say, like a young dancer, out of all
measure; if it please you yfaith anything I have promised you ile
performe it to a haire, ere to morrow night.
_Get_. I wounder [_sic_] I can heare no newes of my man and my puppie.
_Scil_. Doe you thinke, sweet heart, to be maried by day light or by
torch-light?
_Get_. By night is more Lady-like. Ile have a cryer to cry my puppie
sure.
_Scil_. What thinke ye if we had an offering?
_Get_. That were most base yfaith.
_Scil_. Base, slid, I cannot tel if it were as base as a sagbut, ile be
sworne tis as common as a whore, tis even as common to see a Bason at a
Church doore, as a Box at a Playhouse.
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