Jay. Sir, I hope they fitt you as well as if they had bene made for you. Oh, I am so much your servant that I doe wish 'em stronger for your sake.
Pike. 'Tis overwell as it is, sir.
Jay. You are most curteous. [Exit.
Pike. A precious rogue! If the Jaylors be so pregnant what is the hangman, troe? By the time my misery hath brought me to climbe to his acquaintance I shall find a frend to the last gaspe. What's here? a Lady? are the weomen so cruell here to insult ore Captive wretches.
Enter Catelyna & Jaylor.
Cat. Is this the English prisoner?
Jay. Yes, madam.
Cat. Trust me, a goodly person.
Pike. She eyes me wistly; sure she comes not to instruct her selfe in the art of painting by the patternes of my face!
Cat. Sir, shall I speake with you?