Quic.
M. Slender is your masters name say you?

Sim.
I indeed that is his name.

Quic.
How say you? I take it hee is somewhat a weakly man:
And he has as it were a whay coloured beard.

Sim.
Indeed my maisters beard is kane colored.

Quic.
Kane colour, you say well.
And is this Letter from sir Yon, about misteris An,
Is it not?

Sim.

I indeed is it.

Quic.

So: and your Maister would haue me as it twere to speak to misteris Anne concerning him: I promise you my M. hath a great affectioned mind to mistresse Anne himselfe. And if he should know that I should as they say, giue my verdit for any one but himselfe, I should heare of it throughly: For I tell you friend, he puts all his priuities in me.

Sim.
I by my faith you are a good staie to him.

Quic.
Am I? I and you knew all yowd say so:
Washing, brewing, baking, al goes through my hands,
Or else it would be but a woe house.

Sim.
I beshrow me, one woman to do all this,
Is very painfull.

Quic.
Are you auised of that? I, I warrant you,
Take all, and paie all, all goe through my hands,
And he is such a honest man, and ^note he should chance
To come home and finde a man here, we should
Haue no who ^note with him. He is a parlowes man.

Sim.
Is he indeed?

Quic.
Is he, quoth you? God keepe him abroad:
Lord blesse me, who knocks there?
For Gods sake step into the Counting-house,
While I go see whose at doore ^note. He steps into the Counting-house.
What Iohn Rugby, Iohn,
Are you come home sir alreadie? And she opens the doore.

Doct.
I begar I be forget mine oyntment,
Where be Iohn Rugby? Enter Iohn.

Rug.
Here sir, do you call?

Doct.
I you be Iohn Rugbie, and you be Iack Rugby
Goe run vp met your heeles, and bring away
De oyntment in the vindoe present:
Make haste Iohn Rugbie. O I am almost forget
My simples in a boxe in de Counting-house:
O Ieshu vat be here, a deuella, a deuella?
My Rapier Iohn Rugby, Vat be you, vat make
You in my Counting-house?
I tinck you be a teefe.

Quic.
Ieshu blesse me, we are all vndone.

Sim.
O Lord sir no: I am no theefe,
I am a Seruingman:
My name is Iohn Simple, I brought a Letter sir
From my M. Slender, about misteris Anne Page
Sir: Indeed that is my comming.

Doct.
I begar is dat all? Iohn Rugby giue a ma pen
An Inck: tarche vn pettit tarche a little. The Doctor writes.

Sim.
O God what a furious man is this?

Quic.
Nay it is well he is no worse:
I am glad he is so quiet.

Doc.
Here giue that same to sir Hu, it ber ve chalenge
Begar tell him I will cut his nase, will you?

Sim.
I sir, Ile tell him so.

Doc.
Dat be vell, my rapier Iohn Rugby, follow may. Exit Doctor.

Quic.
Well my friend, I cannot tarry, tell your
Maister Ile doo what I can for him,
And so farewell.

Sim.
Marry will, I, I am glad I am got hence. Exit omnes.

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