Nic. Because it is the proverbe.
Phil. Away, yee asse!
Nic. An asse goes a foure legs; I go of two, Christ crosse. 265
Phi. Hold your tongue.
Nic. And make no more adoe.
M. Gou. Go to, no more adoe.—Gentle sir Raphe,
Your man is not in fault for missing you,
For he mistooke by us, and we by him. 270
Raph. And I by you; which now I well perceive.
But tell me, gentlemen, what made yee all