Most willingly, my Soveraigne, ile cause their returne.
_Hostis_. Oh excellent! now we shal see them unmaskt. [_Exit_.
_Get_. In troth, I had good hope the formost had bene _Acteon_, when I
saw his hornes.
_Cit. wif_. Sure the middlemost was my husband, see if he have not a
wen in his forehead.
_Enter Maskers_.
_Host_. God blesse thee, noble _Caesar_, & all these brave bridegroomes,
with their fine little dydoppers, that looke before they sleep to throw
away their maiden heads: I am host of the Hobbie, _Cornut_. is my
neighbour, but wele pull of his bopeeper; thou't know me by my nose, I
am a mad merie grig, come to make thy grace laugh; sir _Scillicet_ my
guest; all true canaries, that love juce of grapes, god blesse thy
Maiestie.
_Acut_. How now, mine Host?
_Host_. Ha, ha, I spie a jest. Ha, ha, _Cornutus, Cornutus_.
_Acut_. Nay, mine host, heeres a moate in your eye to [_sic_].
_Scil_. S'lid, I hope they have not serv'd me so; by the torrid y'are an
asse, a flat Asse, but the best is I know who did it; twas either you or
some body else; by gad, I remember it as wel as if it were done now.
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