Air.

_Fount._ I know you have beds enough, and meat you never want.

_Wid._ You want a little.

_Bel._ We dare to pretend no. Since you are churlish, we'l give you
Physick, you must purge this anger, it burns you and decays you.

_Wid._ If I had you out once, I would be at the charge of a
portcullis for you.

_Enter_ Valentine.

_Val._ Good morrow noble Lady.

_Wid._ Good morrow Sir. How sweetly now he looks, and how full
manly! what slaves were these to use him so!

_Val._ I come to look a young man I call Brother.

_Wid._ Such a one was here Sir, as I remember your own Brother, but
gone almost an hour agoe.

_Val._ Good ee'n then.

_Wid._ You must not so soon Sir, here be some Gentlemen, it may be
you are acquainted with 'em.

_Hare._ Will nothing make him miserable?