Mop. And I.
Fris. I meane you two.
Io. I you two.
Mop. And I you two.
Fris. Come, a trebble conjunction: all three, all three.
(They all imbrace each other)
Mop. But Frisco, hast not found the faire shepheardesse, thy maister's mistresse?
Fris. Not I, by God,—Priapus, I meane.
Io. Priapus, quoth a? Whatt'in[118] a God might that bee?
Fris. A plaine God, with a good peg to hang a shepheardesse bottle vpon.