SCAENA PRIMA.
Enter Bullaker with a Torche.
Bullaker. This is the Countesse Eugenias house, I thinke. I can never hit of theis same English City howses, tho I were borne here: if I were in any City in Fraunce, I could find any house there at midnight.
Enter Iack, and Will.
Iack. Theis two strange hungry Knights (Will) make the leanest trenchers that ever I waited on.
Will. A plague on them Iack; they leave us no fees at all, for our attendance. I thinke they use to set their bones in silver they pick them so cleane.—See, see, see, Iack, whats that.
Iack. A my word (Will) tis the great Baboone, that was to be seen in Southwarke.
Will. Is this he? Gods my life what beastes were we, that we wood not see him all this while, never trust me if he looke not somewhat like a man: see how pretely he holds the torche in one of his forefeete: wheres his keeper trowe, is he broke loose?
Iack. Hast ever an Apple about thee (Will)? Weele take him up; sure, we shall get a monstrous deale of mony with him.
Will. That we shall yfath, boy! and looke thou here, heres a red cheeckt apple to take him up with.