Raphael. Her caskett, and such other necessaryes Included in our bargen, bring alonge Or lett her mayde do'ot for thee.
Mildewe. I'l not bate her A ruff or ragge; no pinne that's usefull too her Will I keepe backe.
Raphael. To this you are witnes, frend.
Treadway. I am, Syr.
Mildewe. So's my guest.
Clowne. And lookes as if with me Hee only could write witlesse.
Raphael. Supper tyme You will remember, Mildewe.
Mildewe. Possible I should forgett to eate of others' cost? It never was my custom.
Clowne. Choake you for't.
Raphael. Come, frend, mee thinks I have doone a deede this day Crownes all my better actions, for I have raised An Innocent from the hands of an Infidell agent.