Fur. Heavy newes? not possible your little bodies cood bring am then, unload those your heavy newes, I beseech ye.
Wil. Why my Lord the foole we tooke for your Lord: is thought too wise for you, and we dare not present him.
Goos. Slydd Pages, youle not cheates of our foole, wil ye?
Ia. Why, sir Gyles, hees too dogged, and bitter for you in truth; we shall bring you a foole to make you laugh, and he shall make all the World laugh at us.
Wil. I indeed, sir Gyles, and he knowes you so wel too.
Gyles. Know me? slight he knowes me no more then the begger knowes his dish.[42]
Ia. Faith he begs you to be content, sir Gyles, for he wil not come.
Goos. Beg me? slight, I wood I had knowne that, tother Day, I thought I had met him in Paules, and he had bin any body else but a piller, I wood have runne him through by heaven: beg me?
Foul. He begges you to be content, sir Gyles; that is, he praies you.
Goos. O does he praise me then I commend him.