Enter Pontalier, and Malotin.
Pont. I haue waited, sir, [85]
Three hours to speake w’ee, and not take it well,
Such magpies are admitted, whilst I daunce
Attendance.
Lila. Magpies? what d’ee take me for?
Pont. A long thing with a most vnpromising face.
Aym. I’ll ne’re aske him what he takes me for?
Mal. Doe not, sir, [90]
For hee’l goe neere to tell you.
Pont. Art not thou
A Barber Surgeon?
Barb. Yes sira why.
Pont. My Lord is sorely troubled with two scabs.
Lila. Aym.
Humph—