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What's his will else?

What more commands hee?

In euery thing I waite vpon his will.

I shall report it so.

I pray you come sirrah.

But I hope your Lordshippe thinkes not him a

souldier.

Yes my Lord and of verie valiant approofe.

You haue it from his owne deliuerance.

And by other warranted testimonie.

Then my Diall goes not true, I tooke this Larke

for a bunting.

I do assure you my Lord he is very great in know­

ledge, and accordinglie valiant.

I haue then sinn'd against his experience, and

transgrest against his valour, and my state that way is

dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent:

Heere he comes, I pray you make vs freinds, I will pur­

sue the amitie.

These things shall be done sir.

Pray you sir whose his Tailor?

Sir?

O I know him well, I sir, hee sirs a good worke­

man, a verie good Tailor.

Is shee gone to the king?

Shee is.

Will shee away to night?

As you'le haue her.

A good Trauailer is something at the latter end

of a dinner, but on that lies three thirds, and vses a

known truth to passe a thousand nothings with, should

bee once hard, and thrice beaten. God saue you Cap­

taine.

Is there any vnkindnes betweene my Lord and

u Monsieur?

I know not how I haue deserued to run into my

ords displeasure.

You haue made shift to run into't, bootes and

spurres and all: like him that leapt into the Custard, and

out of it you'le runne againe, rather then suffer question

for your residence.

It may bee you haue mistaken him my Lord.

And shall doe so euer, though I tooke him at's

prayers. Fare you well my Lord, and beleeue this of

me, there can be no kernell in this light Nut: the soule

of this man is his cloathes: Trust him not in matter of

heauie consequence: I haue kept of them tame, & know

their natures. Farewell Monsieur, I haue spoken better

of you, then you haue or will to deserue at my hand, but

we must do good against euill.

An idle Lord, I sweare.

I thinke so.

Why do you not know him?

Sir, I can nothing say, But that I am your most obedient seruant.

Come, come, no more of that.

Pray sir your pardon.

Well, what would you say?

What would you haue?

I pray you stay not, but in hast to horse.

Brauely, Coragio.