Volum. Take my Prayers with you.
I would the Gods had nothing else to do,
But to confirme my Cursses. Could I meete 'em
But once a day, it would vnclogge my heart
Of what lyes heauy too't
Mene. You haue told them home,
And by my troth you haue cause: you'l Sup with me
Volum. Angers my Meate: I suppe vpon my selfe,
And so shall sterue with Feeding: come, let's go,
Leaue this faint-puling, and lament as I do,
In Anger, Iuno-like: Come, come, come.
Exeunt.
Mene. Fie, fie, fie.
Enter.
Enter a Roman, and a Volce.
Rom. I know you well sir, and you know mee: your name I thinke is Adrian
Volce. It is so sir, truly I haue forgot you
Rom. I am a Roman, and my Seruices are as you are, against 'em. Know you me yet
Volce. Nicanor: no