Psyllus. Why, you were at mortall jarres! 195
Manes. In faith, no; we brake a bitter jest one upon another.
Gran. Why, thou art as dogged as he.
Psyllus. My father knew them both little whelps.
Manes. Well, I will hie me after my master.
Gran. Why, is it supper time with Diogenes? 200
Manes. I, with him at all time when he hath meate.
Psyllus. Why then, every man to his home; and let us steale out againe anone.
Gran. Where shall we meete?
Psyllus. Why at Alae[840] vendibili suspensa hædera non est opus. 205