Frisco. Cannot a man be merry in his owne walke But a must be thus encombred?
Io. I am disposed to be melancholly, And I cannot be priuate for one villaine or other.
Mop. How the deuel stumbled this case of rope-ripes[112] into my way?
Fris. Sirrha what art thou? and thou?
Io. I am a page to a Courtier.
Mop. And I a Boy to a Shepheard.
Fris. Thou art the Apple-Squier[113] to an Eawe, And thou sworne brother to a bale[114] of false dice.
Io. What art thou?
Fris. I am Boy to a Raunger.
Io. An Out-lawe by authoritie, one that neuer sets marke of his own goods nor neuer knowes how he comes by other mens.