Will. Passing perfectly I warrant ye.
Ia. By measuring her necke twice, and trying if it will come about hir forehead, and slip over her nose?
Will. No Sir no, by a rule that will not slip so I warrant you, which for her honours sake I will let slip unto you. Gods so Iack, I thinke they have supt.
Ia. Bir Lady we have waited well the while.
Will. Well though they have lost their attendance, let not us lose our supper, Iack.
Ia. I doe not meane it; come Sir you shall goe in, and drinke with us yfaith.
Bul. Pardonne moy, mounsieur.
both. No pardoning in truth Sir.
Bul. Ie vous remercie de bon Ceur.
[Exeunt.