Foul. O Fraunce, Sir Cutt. your Frenchman wood not have taken me so, for a world, but because Fooles come into your companies many times to make you merry.
Rud. As thou doest.
Goos. Nay good sir Cut. you know fooles doe come into your companies.
Rud. I and thou knowst it too, no man better.
Foul. Beare off with Choller Sir Gyles.
Wil. But wood you helpe your Lord to a good foole so faine, Sir?
Foul. I, my good page exceeding faine.
Ia. You meane a wench, do you not, Sir? a foolish wench?
Foul. Nay I wood have a man foole, for his Lord; Page.
Wil. Does his Lord: love a foole, so well I pray?