Clowne. Nor I.
Fisher. By the contents of this budgett.
Clowne. I sweare.
Ashb. I vowe.
Fisher. Then there tak't to you, mayster, and once more Good lucke on my syde!
Enter Godfrey, usheringe in Palestra and Scribonia.
Palest, You sent to speake with us?
Ashb. I did indeed, Saye, knowe you this? y'have leave, surveigh it well.
Pal. This? knowe I this? oh, my Scribonia, see!
Yes, and by this alone may knowe myself.
Looke well upon't, deare syster; extasy
May dimme myne eyes, it cannot purblind thyne.
Scrib. Itt is the same, Palestra.