Get. Now I beseech Bacchus my puppie has not overseene[299] himself.
Scil. This is verie strange.
Hostis. And as true a report, I assure you.
Enter City-Wife[300]
Cittie wife. Out alas, where's my Gosip? Oh woman! have you not heard the newes?
Hostis. Yes, I have heard on't.
Cittie wife. Oh, woman, did your child's child ever see the like? nine men to bee buried too day, that drunk healthes last night.
Acut. Better and better, goodnes never mends so fast in the carrying: nine!
Cittie wife. They say one is your guest, Philautus.
Acut. And all, I dare sweare, whome ile revive againe.