Gra. Verie tollerably.
Phy. Weele have a catch then, if with sol, sol, la: Gentlemen have you any good herbe? you have match, boy.
Boy. Your pipe shall want no fire sir.
Acut. Oh, without ceremony: now, Graccus, if we can but pawne their senses in Sack and Sugar, let mee alone to pursue the sequell.
Gra. Follow it away.
[Exeunt.
[Scene 3.]
Enter Hostis, Cittizens wife, Servulus, and Scillicet.
Hostis. Come, come, bring them out of the ayre: alas good hearts, what rogorous villaine would commit with him? ile tell ye Gosip, hee's eene as kinde an animall, he would not wrong them y'faith.
Citty wife. Tush, feare nothing woman, I hope to make him so again. Alacke, alacke, how fell you out all a head?[265] Oh Butcher! are ye hurt in another place?