Vint. Bid my Wife make her self ready handsomly,
And put on her best Apron: it may be
The noble Gentleman will look upon her.
Enter Euphanes and two Gentlemen.
Euph. Where is he Boy?
Vint. Your worship's heartily welcome,
It joyes my very heart to see ye here Sir.
The Gentleman that sent for your honor—
Euph. O good mine Host.
Vint. To my poor homely house, and't like your honor.
Euph. I thank thine honor good mine Host, where is he?
Con. What think ye now? my best Euphanes.
Euph. Conon, welcome my friend, my noble friend how is it?
Are you in safety come, in health?
Con. All health, all safety,
Riches, and all that makes content and happiness
Now I am here I have: how have you far'd Sir?