_Ia_. By measuring her necke twice, and trying if it will come about hir
forehead, and slip over her nose?

_Will_. No Sir no, by a rule that will not slip so I warrant you, which
for her honours sake I will let slip unto you. Gods so _Iack_, I thinke
they have supt.

_Ia_. Bir Lady we have waited well the while.

_Will_. Well though they have lost their attendance, let not us lose our
supper, _Iack_.

_Ia_. I doe not meane it; come Sir you shall goe in, and drinke with us
yfaith.

_Bul_. _Pardonne moy, mounsieur_.

_both_. No pardoning in truth Sir.

_Bul. Ie vous remercie de bon Ceur_.

[_Exeunt_.



SCAENA 2.


_Enter Goosecappe, Rudesby, Fouleweather, Eugenia,
Hippol., Penelope, Wynne_.