Enter Humphrey, a Servant.
Hum. Madam.
Wid. Make ready my Coach quickly, and wait you only, and hark you Sir, be secret and speedy, inquire out where he lies.
Hum. I shall do it, Madam.
Wid. Married, and got with child in a dream! 'tis fine i'faith, sure he that did this, would do better waking. [Exit.
Enter Valentine, Fran. Lance, and a Boy with a Torch.
Val. Hold thy Torch handsomely: how dost thou Frank? Peter Bassel, bear up.
Fran. You have fried me soundly, Sack do you call this drink?
Val. A shrewd dog, Frank, will bite abundantly.
Lan. Now could I fight, and fight with thee.