THE DUTCH COURTEZAN.[1]
ACT I.
SCENE I.
A Street.
Enter three Pages, with lights. Mulligrub, Freevill, Malheureux, Tysefew, and Caqueteur.
Free. Nay, comfort, my good host Shark; my good Mulligrub.
Mal. Advance thy snout; do not suffer thy sorrowful nose to drop on thy Spanish[2] leather jerkin, most hardly-honest Mulligrub.
Free. What, cogging Cocledemoy is run away with a neast[3] of goblets? True, what then? they will be hammered out well enough, I warrant you.