Clown. Ay, syr.
Ashb. Tell him that his Palestra is my Mirable.
Clown. Ay, syr.
Ashb. And that shee is my doughter, my lost child.
Clowne. Ay, syr.
Ashb. And that of all this I am most assur'd.
Clown. Ay, syr.
Ashb. Thou wilt not doo all this?
Clown. I will, you lye, syr.
Ashb. Howe, syr.