Pin. Think ye have a handsom fortune,
Would I had such another.
Ros. Ye are well met Gentlemen,
We hear ye are for travel?
Pin. Ye hear true, Ladie,
And come to take our leaves.
Lil. We'll along with ye,
We see you are grown so witty by your Journey,
We cannot choose but step out too: This Lady
We mean to wait upon as far as Italy.
Bel. I'll travel into Wales, amongst the mountains;
I hope they cannot find me.
Ros. If you go further;
So good, and free society we hold ye,
We'll jog along too.
Pin. Are ye so valiant Lady?
Lil. And we'll be merry, Sir, and laugh.
Pin. It may be
We'll go by Sea.
Lil. Why 'tis the only voyage;
I love a Sea-voyage, and a blustring tempest;
And let all split.