Phy. Shortly, now I have found thee.
Io. To requite your paine Shall I intreat you beare a present from me?
Phy. To whom?
Io. To the Duke.
Phy. What shall it be?
Io. Because Venson so convenient doth not fall, A pecke of Acornes to make merry withal.
Phy. What meanst thou by that?
Io. By my troth, sir, as ye see,
Acornes are good enough for such as hee.
I wish his honour well, and to doo him good,
Would he had eaten all the acorns in the wood.
Phy. Good word, Ioculo, of your Lord and mine.
Io. As may agree with such a churlish swine. How dooes his honor?