Pvg. I doe ſo long to haue a little venery, While I am in this body! I would taſt Of euery ſinne, a little, if it might be After the māner of man! Sweet-heart!
Pit. What would you, Sr? 10
Pug leaps at Pitfall’s comming in.
Pvg. Nothing but fall in, to you, be your Black-bird, My pretty pit (as the Gentleman ſaid) your Throſtle: Lye tame, and taken with you; here’is gold! To buy you ſo much new ſtuffes, from the ſhop, As I may take the old vp—
Tra. You muſt send, Sir. 15 The Gentleman the ring.
Traine’s in his falſe cloak, brings a falſe meſſage, and gets the ring.
Pvg. There ’tis. Nay looke, Will you be fooliſh, Pit.
Pit. This is ſtrange rudeneſſe.
Pvg. Deare Pit.
Pit. I’ll call, I ſweare.