Enter Ateuken, with Slipper the Clowne.
Coun. Peace Ida, I perceiue the fox at hand.
Eust. The fox? why fetch your hounds & chace him hence.
Count. Oh sir these great men barke at small offence.
Ateu. Come will it please you to enter gentle sir? 810
Offer to exeunt.
Count. Good sir, my daughter learnes this rule of mee,
To shun resort, and straungers companie:
For some are shifting mates that carrie letters,
Some such as you too good, because our betters.
Slip. Now I pray you sir what a kin are you to a pickrell?
Ateu. Why knaue?
Slip. By my troth sir, because I neuer knew a proper scituation820
fellow of your pitch, fitter to swallow a gudgin.