Dica. Nay nothing, but wishes you were married to that small timber’d gallant.
Philo. Your wish and mine are twinnes, I wish so too, for Then I should be sure to lead a merrie life.
Asini. Yes faith Ladie, Ide make you laugh, my bolts now and then should be soone shot; by these comfits, weed let all slide.
Petu. He takes the sweetest oathes that euer I heard a gallant of his pitch sweare; by these Comfits, & these Carrawaies, I warrant it does him good to sweare.
Asin. Yes faith tis meate and drinke to me.
I am glad Ladie Petula (by this Apple) that they please you.
Sir Vau. Peter Salamanders wine, I beseech you Master Asinius Bubo, not to sweare so deeplie, for there comes no fruite of your oathes; heere Ladies, I put you all into one corners together, you shall all drinke of one cup.
Asi. Peter I prethee fill me out too.
Flash. Ide fling you out too and I might ha my will, a pox of all fooles.
Sir Vau. Mistris Miniuers, pray bee lustie, wod Sir Adams Prickshaft stucke by you.
Hor. Who, the balde Knight Sir Vaughan?