SIR RADERIC'S PAGE. My master bids me tell you that he is but newly fallen asleep, and you, base slaves, must come and disquiet them! What, never a basket of capons? mass, and if he comes, he'll commit you all.
AMORETTO'S PAGE. Sirrah Jack, shall you and I play Sir Raderic and Amoretto, and reward these fiddlers? I'll my Master Amoretto, and give them as much as he useth.
SIR RADERIC'S PAGE.
And I my old Master Sir Raderic. Fiddlers, play. I'll reward you; faith,
I will.
AMORETTO'S PAGE. Good faith, this pleaseth my sweet mistress admirably. Cannot you play Twitty, twatty, fool? or, To be at her, to be at her?
SIR RADERIC'S PAGE.
Have you never a song of Master Dowland's making?
AMORETTO'S PAGE. Or, Hos ego versiculos feci, &c. A pox on it! my Master Amoretto useth it very often: I have forgotten the verse.
SIR RADERIC'S PAGE. Sir Theon,[131] here are a couple of fellows brought before me, and I know not how to decide the cause: look in my Christmas-book, who brought me a present.
AMORETTO'S PAGE. On New-Year's day, goodman Fool brought you a present; but goodman Clown brought you none.
SIR RADERIC'S PAGE.
Then the right is on goodman Fool's side.
AMORETTO'S PAGE. My mistress is so sweet, that all the physicians in the town cannot make her stink; she never goes to the stool. O, she is a most sweet little monkey. Please your worship, good father, yonder are some would speak with you.