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
Rom. The same sir
Volce. You had more Beard when I last saw you, but your Fauour is well appear'd by your Tongue. What's the Newes in Rome: I haue a Note from the Volcean state to finde you out there. You haue well saued mee a dayes iourney