Gun. Here's fine tumbling.
Cast. No man shall sit i'th' temple near another.
Boats. Nor lie with his own wife.
Cast. All upon pain
Of present death, forget to write.
Boats. That's excellent,
Carriers and Footposts, will be arrant rebels.
Cast. No character, or stamp, that may deliver
This mans intention, to that man i'th' Countrey.
Gun. Nay, an you cut off, after my hearty commendati[on]s.
Your friend and Oliver. No more.
Cast. No man smile,
And wear face of mirth; that fellows cunning,
And hides a double heart, he's your prize, smoke him.
Enter Virolet, Ronvero, Ascanio, and Martia passing over.
Ses. What base abuse is this? Ha? 'tis her face sure,
My prisoners with her too? by heaven wild whore
Now is my time.