Will. Why then this it is; we over-heard our Ladies as they were talking in private say, they refus'de to meet you at Barnet this morning of purpose, because they wood try which of you were most patient.
Ia. And some said you, Sir Gyles, another you Sir [Cutt] and the third you Captaine.
Om. This was excellent.
Wil. Then did they sweare one another not to excuse themselves to you by any meanes, that they might try you the better; now if they shall see you say nothing in the World to them what may come of it, when Ladies begin to try their suters once, I hope your wisedomes can judge a little.
Foul. O ho, my little knave, let us alone now yfaith; wood I might be Casheird, if I say any thing.
Rud. Faith, and I can forbeare my Tongue as well as another, I hope.
Goos. Wood I might be degraded, if I speake a word, Ile tell them I care not for loosing my labour.
Foul. Come Knights shall wee not reward the Pages?
Rud. Yes I prethee doe, sir Gyles give the boyes something.
Goos. Never stirre, sir Cutt, if I have ever a groat about me but one three pence.