Raphael. And so betwixt us Increase a frendshipp that was never flawed.
[Exit[67] Treadway.
Ashburne. This gentleman, itt seemes, hathe in this tempest Sustein'd som losse, he appears so much disturb'd.
Clowne. See, syr, heare are some it may bee beelonge to this villadge; you had best aske of them.
Raphael. And well advysed. Hayle, father!
Godfrey. No more hayle if you love mee; we had too much of that last night.
Ashburne. Of what sexe are you that you call me so?
I have bene father of a doughter once,
Though not these many yeares blest with her sight,
But of a soone yet never.
Raphael. What you have lost May you in som most fayer and fortunate hower Againe find to your comfort.
Ashburne. You wishe well.
Raphael. Sawe you not bowte this villadge late last night, Or early now i'th morninge, a short fellowe Thin heyred, flat nosed, sand-bearded and squint eyde?