Ped. How now, any good news yet?
Silvio. Faith not any yet.
Ped. This comes [o' tipling;] would 'twere treason and't [pleas['d] God, to drink more than three draughts at a meal.
Sil. When did you see Richardo?
Ped. I crost him twice to day.
Sil. You have heard of a young wench that was seen last [night].]
Ped. Yes.
Sil. Has Richard heard of this?
Ped. Yes, and I think he's ridden after, farewel, I'll have another round.
Sil. If you hear any thing, pray spare no horse-flesh,
I'll do the like.