ore him he meanes; forth good sir _Gyles_.

_Goos_. Like a potentate, my Lord?

_Rud_. Much like a Potentate indeed.

_Goos_. For all the world like a Potentate, sir _Cut_. ye know.

_Rud_. So Sir.

_Goos_. All his beard nothing but haire.

_Rud_. Or something else.

_Goos_. Or something else as you say.

_Foul_. Excellent good.

_Goos_. His Mellons, or his Apricocks, Orrenges alwaies in an uncleane
hand-kerchiffe, very cleanely, I warrant you, my Lord.

_Fur_. A good neate foole, sir _Gyles_, of mine honour.

_Goose_. Then his fine words that he sets them in, concaticall, a fine
Annisseede wench foole, upon ticket, and so forth.

_Fur_. Passing strange words beleeve me.

_Goos_. Knoth every man at the table, though he never saw him before, by
sight, and then will he foole you so finely my Lord, that he will make
your hart ake, till your eyes runne over.

_Fur_. The best that ever I heard, pray mercy, good Knight, for thy
merry description. Captaine, I give thee twenty companies of
commendations, never to be cashierd.

_Enter Iacke, and Will on the other side_.

_Am_. Save your Lordship.

_Fur_. My pretty cast-of _Merlins_,[40] what prophecies with your little
maestershippes?

_Ia_. Things that cannot come to passe my Lord, the worse our fortunes.

_Foul_. Why, whats the matter Pages?

_Rud_. How now, my Ladies foysting[41] hounds.

_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