40 Bar. O lord sir cousonage, plaine cousonage.
Host. Why man, where be my horses? where be the Germanes?
Bar. Rid away with your horses:
After I came beyond Maidenhead,
They flung me in a slow of myre, & away they ran.
Enter Doctor.
45 Doc. Where be my Host de gartyre?
Host. O here sir in perplexitie.
Doc. I cannot tell vad be dad,
But begar I will tell you van ting,