APEMANTUS.
That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to ’em, fool.
FOOL.
How do you, gentlemen?
ALL SERVANTS.
Gramercies, good fool. How does your mistress?
FOOL.
She’s e’en setting on water to scald such chickens as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth!
APEMANTUS.
Good, gramercy.
Enter Page.
FOOL.
Look you, here comes my mistress’ page.
PAGE.
[To the Fool.] Why, how now, captain? What do you in this wise company? How dost thou, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
Would I had a rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.
PAGE.
Prithee, Apemantus, read me the superscription of these letters. I know not which is which.