1 Serv. Faith I know not what, Sir, a Fool, I think,
That some Brokers shop has made half a Gentleman;
Has the name of a Worthy too.
Cun. Pompey? Is't not?
1 Ser. That's he, Sir.
Cun. Alas, poor fellow, prethee enter him, he will need too.
Enter second Servant with a Gown.
He shall serve for a Witness. Oh Gramercy:
If my friend Sir Gregory comes, you know him,
Enter Clown.
Entertain him kindly. Oh Master Pompey, How is't man?
Clow. 'Snails, I'm almost starv'd with Love, and cold, and one thing or other;
Has not my Lady sent for me yet?
Cun. Not that I hear, sure some unfriendly Messenger
Is imploy'd betwixt you.