Bos. It was oyle, for I drew the Tap.
Grac. What, Bos, what mak'st thou heere?
Acc. Oh, chara[317] deum soboles, magnum bovis incrementum. Bos, art there, there?
Bos. As sure as you are there, Signior.
Grac. Bos, will ye not forsake your Cabbin?
Bos. Oh sir, he that has not a tilde house must bee glad of a thatch house. May I crave a suite of you, signior?
Grac. What suit, Bos?
Bos. What you please, beggars must not chuse.
Accut. Bos is growne misticall, hee's too dark.
Bos. I speake Hebrew indeede, like Adam and Eve, before they fel to spinning; not a rag.