He hath sent you a cup of sacke.

Fal. M. Brooke, hees welcome: bid him come vp,

Such Brookes are alwaies welcome to me:

70 A Iack, will thy old bodie yet hold out?

Wilt thou after the expence of so much mony

Be now a gainer? Good [bodie] I thanke thee,

And Ile make more of thee then I ha done:

Ha, ha, misteris Ford, and misteris Page, haue

VI. 75 I caught you hip? go too.

Enter Foord disguised like Brooke.