_Get_. It greeves me not so much for my man as for my puppie; my man can
shift for himself, but my poore puppie! truely I thinke I must take
Phisicke even for feare, sweetheart.
_Host_. Tut, tut, ile warrant thee ile be as close as a bawd, ile keepe
mine owne counsell, be merrie and close;[296] merrie hart lives long,
let my guests take no wrong, & welcome, my bullie. [_Exit_.
_Grac_. There's none ment, beleeve it, sir.
_Scil_. Signor, by the welkin, well met, what all three so luckely?
_Enter Servulus_.
_Ser_. Gallants, saving the Ceremonie,
Stroke your haire up and admire, forsweare sacke.
_Scil_. Foresweare Sacke! slid, not for the spending of two farmes more,
if they were come into my hands once.
_Ser_. I say be astonisht and forsweare sacke, for by the combustion
influence of sacke five men lye breathlesse ready to be folded in the
terrestiall element.
_Grac_. Five slaine with Sacke! ist possible?
_Ser_. These eyes are testators.
_Scil_. Nay, then tis so.
_Getica_. Sir, you have not heard of a puppie in your travels?
_Grac_.
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