Condell. Faith, sir, the book was lost; and because ’twas pity so good a play should be lost, we found it, and play it. 81
Sly. I wonder you would play it, another company having interest in it.
Condell. Why not Malevole in folio with us, as Jeronimo in decimo-sexto[337] with them? They taught us a name for our play; we call it One for another.
Sly. What are your additions?
Burbadge. Sooth, not greatly needful; only as your salad to your great feast, to entertain a little more time, and to abridge the not-received custom of music in our theatre. I must leave you, sir.
[Exit.
Sinklo. Doth he play the Malcontent. 92
Condell. Yes, sir.
Sinklo. I durst lay four of mine ears the play is not so well acted as it hath been.
Condell. O, no, sir, nothing ad Parmenonis suem.[338]