ou the better; now if they shall see
you say nothing in the World to them what may come of it, when Ladies
begin to try their suters once, I hope your wisedomes can judge a
little.

_Foul_. O ho, my little knave, let us alone now yfaith; wood I might be
Casheird, if I say any thing.

_Rud_. Faith, and I can forbeare my Tongue as well as another, I hope.

_Goos_. Wood I might be degraded, if I speake a word, Ile tell them I
care not for loosing my labour.

_Foul_. Come Knights shall wee not reward the Pages?

_Rud_. Yes I prethee doe, sir _Gyles_ give the boyes something.

_Goos_. Never stirre, sir _Cutt_, if I have ever a groat about me but
one three pence.

_Foul_. Well Knights ile lay out fors all; here, my fine Pages.

_Wil_. No in deed, ant please your worship.

_Foul_. O Pages, refuse a Gentlemans bounty?

_Ia_. Cry you mercy, Sir; thanke you sweet Captaine.

_Foul_. And what other newes is stirring, my fine villiacos.

_Wil_. Marry Sir, they are invited to a great supper to night to your
Lords house, Captaine, the Lord _Furnifall_, and there will be your
great cosen Sir _Gyles Goosecappe_, the Lorde _Tales_, and your Vnckle,
Sir _Cutt. Rudesby_, Sir _Cutbert Kingcob_.

_Foul_. The Lord _Tales_, what countriman is he?

_Ia_. A kentish Lord, sir; his ancestors came forth off Canterbury.

_Foul_. Out of Canterbury.

_Wil_. Indeed, Sir, the best _Tales_ in England are your Canterbury
_Tales_, I assure ye.

_Rud_. The boy tels thee true Captaine.

_Ia_. He writes his name Sir, _Tales_, and he being the tenth sonne his
Father had; his Father Christned him _Decem Tales_, and so his whole
name is the Lord _Decem Tales_.

_Goos_. A my mortality the boy knowes more then I doe of our house.

_Rud_. But is the Ladie _Furnifall_ (Captaine) still of the same
drinking humor she was wont to be?

_Foul_. Still of the same, Knight, and is never in any sociable veine
till she be typsie, for in her sobriety she is madd, and feares my good
little old Lord out of all proportion.

_Rud_.[29] And therefore, as I heare, he will earnestly invite guests to
his house, of purpose to make his wife dronke, and then dotes on her
humour most prophanely.

_Foul_. Tis very true Knight; we will suppe with them to night; and you
shall see her; and now I thinke ont, ile tell you a thing Knights,
wherein perhaps you may exceedingly pleasure me.

_Goos_. What's that, good Captaine?

_Foul_. I am desirous to helpe my Lord