Satiro-Mastix; or, the Vntrussing of the Humorous Poet

by Thomas Dekker

Flash. I had much a doe sir, to draw Sir Adam Prickeshaft home, because I tolde him twas early, but heele come.

Sir quint. Justice Crop, what will he come?

Flash. He took phisicke yesterday sir.

Sir quint. Oh then Crop cannot come.

Flash. O Lord yes, sir yes, twas but to make more roome in his Crop for your good cheare, Crop will come.

Sir quint. Widdow Mineuer.

Flash. Shee’s prickt you see sir, and will come.

Sir quint. Sir Vaughan ap Rees, oh hee’s crost twise, so, so, so, then all these Ladyes, that fall downewardes heere, will come I see, and all these Gentlemen that stand right before them.

Flash. All wil come.