Mer. But he is too tall!
He excepts at his ſtature.
Ing. For that, He has the braueſt deuice! (you’ll loue him for’t) To ſay, he weares Cioppinos: and they doe ſo In Spaine. And Robinſon’s as tall, as hee.
Mer. Is he ſo?
Ing. Euery iot.
Mer. Nay, I had rather 15 To truſt a Gentleman with it, o’ the two.
Ing. Pray you goe to him, then, Sir, and ſalute him.
Mer. Sir, my friend Ingine has acquainted you With a ſtrange buſineſſe, here.
Wit. A merry one, Sir. The Duke of Drown’d-land, and his Dutcheſſe?
Mer. Yes, Sir. 20 Now, that the Coniurers ha’ laid him by, I ha’ made bold, to borrow him a while;