Andel. Peace, Shadow, buy any peepins, buy.
Both. Peeps feene, feene Tamasco apples.
Montr. Came not Lord Longaville to buy some fruit?
Andel. No fat, master, here came no lords nor ladies, but di none sweet self.
Montr. ’Tis well, say nothing, here’s six crowns for two:
You say the virtues are to make one strong.
Both. Yes fat, and make sweet countenance and strong too.
Montr. ’Tis excellent: here! farewell! if these prove,
I’ll conquer men by strength, women by love. [Exit.
Re-enter Longaville.
Andel. Ha, ha, ha! why this is rare.
Shad. Peace, master, here comes another fool.