Jack. Mary, maister, to the conjurers presently. 725
Eu. Content, Jack: Hostis, farewell.
Exe. om.
Enter Corebus and Zelanto[1122] the foule wench, to the Well for water.
Coreb. Come, my ducke, come. I have now got a wife; thou art faire, art thou not?[1123]
Zelan. My Corebus, the fairest alive, make no doubt of that.
Cor. Come, wench, are we almost at the wel? 730
Zela. I, Corebus, we are almost at the Well now; Ile go fetch some water: sit downe while I dip my pitcher in.
Voyce. Gently dip: but not too deepe;
For feare you make the goulden beard to weepe.