_Hostis_. Alas, heere they come, lets away, Gossip.
[_Exeunt_.
_Phy_. _Fortune_,[313] _my foe, why doost, &c_.
_Acut_. Oh fye, thats bitter prethe goe comfort him.
_Grac_. Faith he should be innocent by his garment; Signior, I grieve
for this, but if I can help, looke for it.
_Phy_. I thanke ye, sir.
_Const_. We must contaminate our office, pray regard us as little as ye
can. [_Exit_.
_Accut_. Me thinkes this shold put him quite out of tune now, so let him
goe now to mine Host; theres he and hee, and hee,
Theres shee, and she, ile have a bout with all:
And critiques honneys sweetest mixt with gal.
[_Exeunt_.
[_Scene_ 2.]
_Enter Host, Cornutus_.
_Host_. Goe to, there's knaves in my house! I know of no Varlets, I
have an eye has his sence, a brain that can reach, I have bene cald
Polititian, my wife is my wife. I am her top, i'me her head: if mine
Host say the word, the Mouse[314] shall be dun.
_Corn_.
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