Host. No sir, a packet carrier, which is alwaies a man of many letters, you know: then he was Mule-driver, now he's a gentleman, and feeds monsters.
Foro. A most ungratefull calling.
Mule. There's money for your direction; the price of the Oxe Sir?
Foro. A hundred French crowns, for it must be a Lincolne-shire Oxe, and a prime one: For a rare and monstrous spectacle, to be seen at Madrill.
Enter Clown, Hostess, and Bianca.
Hostes. Pray forbear sir, we shall have a new quarrell.
Clow. You durst not meet me 'ith field, I am therefore come to spoyl your market.
Foro. What's the newes with you sir.
Clow. Gentlemen, you that come hither to be most abominably cheated, listen, and be as wise as your planet will suffer you, keep your mony, be not gul'd, be not laught at.