Flew. Yes in my conscience, he did vs great good.
King. Let there be sung, Nououes and te Deum.90
The dead with charitie enterred in clay:
Weele then to Calice, and to England then,
Where nere from France, arriude more happier men.
Exit omnes.
[Sc. XX.]
Enter Gower, and Flewellen.
Gower. But why do you weare your Leeke to day?
Saint Dauies day is past?[5599]
Flew. There is occasion Captaine Gower,
Looke you why, and wherefore,
The other day looke you, Pistolles5
Which you know is a man of no merites
In the worell, is come where I was the other day,
And brings bread and sault, and bids me
Eate my Leeke: twas in a place, looke you,
Where I could moue no discentions:[5600]10
But if I can see him, I shall tell him
A litle of my desires.
Gow. Here a comes, swelling like a Turkecocke.[5601]
Enter Pistoll.
Flew. Tis no matter for his swelling, and his turkecockes.
God plesse you Antient Pistoll, you scall,15
Beggerly, lowsie knaue, God plesse you.