And yet I cannot meet with him.—So ho!
Frank. So ho!
Ra. Why, what, a poxe, wert thou so neere me, man,
And wouldst[1835] not speake?
Fra. Sbloud, ye are very hot. 65
Rap. No, sir, I am colde enough with staying here
For such a knave as you.
Fra. Knave! how now, Phillip?
Art mad, art mad?
Ra. Why, art not thou my man 70