Trupenie. Yea, so thinke we.
D. Dough. And I dwell with hir husbande that trusteth to be.
Trupenie. In faith then must thou needes be welcome to me,
Let us for acquaintance shake handes togither, 25
And what ere thou be, heartily welcome hither.
Tib. Talk. Well Trupenie never but flinging.[458] [entering with An.]
An. Alyface. And frisking?
Trupenie. Well Tibet and Annot, still swingyng and whiskyng?
Tib. Talk. But ye roile abroade.
An. Alyface. In the streete evere where.