Tho. Come lead me to my Friend to take his farewel,
And then what fortune shall befal me, welcome,
How does it show?
Hyl. O rarely well.
Ma. Say you so, Sir.
Fra. O ye grand Ass.
Ma. And are ye there my Juggler?
Away we are abus'd, Alice.
Alice. Fool be with thee. [Ex. Mary and Alice.
Tho. Where is she?
Fra. Gone; she found you out, and finely,
In your own noose she halter'd ye: you must be whispering
To know how things shew'd: not content to fare well
But you must roar out roast-meat; till that suspicion
You carried it most neatly, she believed too
And wept most tenderly; had you continu'd,
Without doubt you had brought her off.
Tho. This was thy Roguing,
For thou wert ever whispering: fye upon thee
Now could I break thy head.
Hyl. You spoke to me first.