Phy. What, is it thou? now, by my troth, wel met.
Io. By your leave it's well overtaken yet.
Phy. I litle thought I should a found thee here.
Io. Perhaps so, sir.
Phy. I prethee speake: what cheere?
Io. What cheere can here be hopte for in these woods, Except trees, stones, bryars, bushes or buddes?
Phy. My meaning is, I fane would heare thee say How thou doest, man: why, thou tak'st this another way.
Io. Why, then, sir, I doo as well as I may: And, to perswade ye that welcome ye bee, Wilt please ye sir to eate a crab with mee?
Phy. Beleeve me, Ioculo, reasonable hard cheere.
Io. Phylander, tis the best we can get here. But when returne ye to the court againe?