Goos.  M. Iacke, M. Ia. how do ye M. William? frolicke?

Wil.  Not so frolicke, as you left us, sir Gyles.

Fur.  Why wags, what news bring you a Gods name?

Ia.  Heavy newes indeed, my Lord, pray pardon us.

Fur.  Heavy newes? not possible your little bodies cood bring am then, unload those your heavy newes, I beseech ye.

Wil.  Why my Lord the foole we tooke for your Lord:  is thought too wise for you, and we dare not present him.

Goos.  Slydd Pages, youle not cheates of our foole, wil ye?

Ia.  Why, sir Gyles, hees too dogged, and bitter for you in truth; we shall bring you a foole to make you laugh, and he shall make all the World laugh at us.

Wil.  I indeed, sir Gyles, and he knowes you so wel too.

Gyles.  Know me? slight he knowes me no more then the begger knowes his dish.[42]

Ia.  Faith he begs you to be content, sir Gyles, for he wil not come.

Goos.  Beg me? slight, I wood I had knowne that, tother Day, I thought I had met him in Paules, and he had bin any body else but a piller, I wood have runne him through by heaven:  beg me?

Foul.  He begges you to be content, sir Gyles; that is, he praies you.

Goos.  O does he praise me then I commend him.

Fur.  Let this unsutable foole goe, sir Gyles; we will make shift without him.

Goos.  That we wil, a my word, my Lord, and have him too for all this.

Wil.  Doe not you say so, sir Gyles, for to tell you true that foole is dead.

Goos.  Dead? slight that can not be, man; I know he wood ha writ to me ant had byn so.

Fur.  Quick or dead, let him goe, sir Giles.

Ia.  I, my Lord, for we have better newes for you to harken after.

Fur.  What are they, my good Novations?

Ia.  My Lord Momford intreates your Lordship, and these knights and captaine to accompany the Countesse Eugenia, and the other two Ladies, at his house at supper to night.

Wil.  All desiring your Lo:  to pardon them, for not eating your meat to night.

Fur.  Withall my hart wagges, and thers amends; my harts, now set your courtshippe a’ the last, a the tainters, and pricke up your selves for the Ladies.

Goos.  O brave sir Cut:  come lets pricke up the Ladies.

Fur.  And will not the Knights two noble kinsemen be there?

Ia.  Both will be there, my Lord.

Fur.  Why theres the whole knot of us then, and there shall we knocke up the whole triplicitie of your nuptials.

Goos.  Ile make my Lord my Cosin speake for me.

Foul.  And your Lordship will be for me I hope.