And brought it into fashion of an honor!—
Prethe,[1654] Dicke Coomes, but tell me how thou doost?
Coo. Faith, sir, like a poore man at service.
Phi. Or servingman.
Coo. Indeede, so called by the vulgar. 135
Phi. Why, where the devill hadst thou that word?
Coo. Oh, sir, you have the most eloquenst ale in all the[1655] world; our blunt soyle affoordes none such.
Fra. Phillip, leave talking with this drunken foole.—Say, sirra, where's my father? 140
Coo. 'Marrie, I thanke ye for my verie good cheere.'—'O Lord, it is not so much worth.'—'You see I am bolde with ye.'—'Indeed, you are not so bolde as welcome; I pray yee, come oftner.'—'Truly, I shall trouble ye.'—All these ceremonies are dispatcht betweene them, and they are gone. 145
Fra. Are they so?