_Gooddy Dick._ You our Familiers, come.
In speech let all be dumbe,
And to close up our Feast,
To welcome every gest
A merry round let's daunce.

_Meg._ Some Musicke then ith aire
Whilest thus by paire and paire,
We nimbly foot it; strike.

_Musick._

_Mal._ We are obeyd.

_Sprite._ And we hels ministers shall lend our aid.

_Dance and Song together. In the time of which the Boy speakes._

_Boy._ Now whilest they are in their jollitie, and do not mind me, ile
steale away, and shift for my selfe, though I lose my life for't.

_Exit._"

* * * * *

"_Dought._ He came to thee like a Boy thou sayest, about thine own
bignesse?

_Boy._ Yes Sir, and he asked me where I dwelt, and what my name was.