_Scil_. I love ye then for it sir, yet I cannot remember that ever a
Tapster broke my head, yet I call to minde I have broke many Tapsters
heads.
_Accut_. Not as a Tapster, for I but borrow this habyt.
_Scil_. The fruit is knowne by the tree, by gad, I knewe by your
aporn[303] ye were a gentlemen, but speciallye by your flat[304] cap.
_Serv_. I call to memorie, let us unite with kinde imbrace.
_Cittie wife_. Now well fare your harts; by my truth, tis joy to a woman
to see men kinde; faith you courtiers are mad fellowes, you care not in
your humors to stab man or woman that standes in your way, but in the
end your kindenes appeares.
_Hostis_. You can resolve us, sir; we heare of great revels to be at
Court shortly.
_Grac_. The marriage of _Lentulus_ and the Orator: verie true.
_Hostis_. Might not a company of Wives be beholding to thee for places,
that would be there without their husbands knowledge, if neede were?
_Grac_. A moitie of friendship that, ile place ye where ye shall sit and
see all.
_Cittie wife_. Sit? nay, if there were but good standinges, we care not.
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