2 Cit.

  I, poor souls, I was amongst ’em once.

1 Cit.

  And what kind of creatures are they, for love of God?

2 Cit.

  Very good people, God help ’em.

1 Cit.

  Wilt thou go down with me this Summer when I am brought to bed?

2 Cit.

  Alas, it is no place for us.

1 Cit.

  Why, pray thee?

2 Cit.

  Why you can have nothing there, there’s no body cryes brooms.

1 Cit.

  No?

2 Cit.

  No truly, nor milk.

1 Cit.

  Nor milk, how do they?

2 Cit.

  They are fain to milk themselves i’th’ Country.

1 Cit.

  Good Lord! but the people there, I think, will be very dutiful to
  one of us.

2 Cit.

  I God knows will they, and yet they do not greatly care for our
  husbands.

1 Cit.

  Do they not?  Alas!  I’good faith I cannot blame them:  for we do
  not greatly care for them our selves. Philip, I pray choose us
  a place.

_ Phil_.

  There’s the best forsooth.

1 Cit.

  By your leave good people a little.

3.

  What’s the matter?

_ Phil_.

  I pray you my friend, do not thrust my Mistress so, she’s with
  Child.

2.

  Let her look to her self then, has she not had showing enough
  yet? if she stay shouldring here, she may haps go home with a
  cake in her belly.

3.

  How now, goodman squitter-breech, why do you lean on me?

_ Phi_.

  Because I will.

3.

  Will you Sir sawce-box?

1 Cit.

  Look if one ha’not struck Philip, come hither Philip, why did
  he strike thee?

_ Phil_.

  For leaning on him.

1 Cit.

  Why didst thou lean on him?

_ Phil_.

  I did not think he would have struck me.

1 Cit.

  As God save me la thou’rt as wild as a Buck, there’s no quarel
  but thou’rt at one end or other on’t.

3.

  It’s at the first end then, for he’l ne’r stay the last.

1 Cit.

  Well slip-string, I shall meet with you.

3.

  When you will.

1 Cit.

  I’le give a crown to meet with you.

3.

  At a Bawdy-house.

1 Cit.

  I you’re full of your Roguery; but if I do meet you it shall cost
  me a fall.

_ Flourish.  Enter one running_.

4

  The King, the King, the King.  Now, now, now, now.