Min. Troth I shall neuer bee enameld of a bare-headed man for this, what shift so euer I make.
Sir Vaug. Then Mistris Miniuer S. Adams Prickshaft must not hit you; Peter take vp all the cloathes at the table and the Plums.
Enter Tucca and his boy.
Tuc. Saue thee my little worshipfull Harper; how doe yee my little cracknels? how doe ye?
Sir Vau. Welcome M. Tucca, sit and shoote into your belly some Suger pellets.
Tuc. No, Godamercy Cadwallader, how doe you Horace?
Ho. Thankes good Captaine.
Tu. Wher’s the Sering thou carriest about thee? O haue I found thee my scowring-sticke; what’s my name Bubo?
Asini. Wod I were hang’d if I can call you any names but Captaine and Tucca.
Tuc. No Fye’st; my name’s Hamlet reuenge: thou hast been at Parris garden hast not?