Host. Die. O divine boy, march, march my child, rare Wine boy.
Boy. As any is in Spain Sir.
Host. Die. Old; and strong too,
Oh my fine boy, clear too?
Boy. As Christal Sir, and strong as truth.
Host. Die. Away boy,
I am enamor'd, and I long for Dalliance,
Stay no where child, not for thy fathers blessing,
I charge thee not to save thy Sisters honor,
Nor to close thy Dames eies, were she a dying
Till we arrive, and for thy recompence
I will remember thee in my Will.
Boy. Ye have said Sir. [Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.
Enter Philippo, and 2 Host.
Phi. Mine Host, is that Apparel got ye spoke of?
Ye shall have ready money.