Enter COKES, with his box, WASPE, Mistress OVERDO, and GRACE.
Cokes. Come, Numps, come, where are you? Welcome into the Fair, mistress Grace.
Edg. ’Slight, he will call company, you shall see, and put us into goings presently.
Over. Thirst not after that frothy liquor, ale; for who knows when he openeth the stopple, what may be in the bottle? Hath not a snail, a spider, yea, a newt been found there? thirst not after it, youth; thirst not after it.
Cokes. This is a brave fellow, Numps, let’s hear him.
Waspe. ’Sblood! how brave is he? in a garded coat! You were best truck with him; e’en strip, and truck presently, it will become you. Why will you hear him? because he is an ass, and may be a-kin to the Cokeses?
Cokes. O, good Numps.
Over. Neither do thou lust after that tawney weed tobacco.
Cokes. Brave words!