Grac. Gentles, God save ye, well over-taken Gallants.
Scil. Welcome, by the welkin.
Grac. This is verie pleasant weather.
Ser. Sir the ayre is frugall.
Grac. Is that Gentleman of your Company?
Scil. Our company sir, no, we are no companions for lame Souldiers.
Grac. Propper man, pittie he is so regardles. A good legge, it seemes he has some greefe in it.
Scil. Nay, and he be lame, ile talke to him; there's so many lustie knaves walkes now a daies will not sticke to give a man hard words, if he be not disposed to charitie. Harke ye sir, I understand ye are a propper man, and that you have a good legge.
Accut. And what of that, Sir?
Scil. What of that! slid, he answers me like a sturdie beggar alreadie! by the five elements, or sences, I aske ye for no hurt, ile bestowe my charitie as franke as—