Bard.

Out, alas, Sir, cozenage! meer cozenage!

Host.

Where be my horses, speak well of them, varletto.

Bard.

Run away with the cozeners; for so soon as I came beyond Eaton, they threw me off from behind one of them in a slough of mire, and set spurs, and away, like three German devils, three Doctor Faustus's.

Host.

They are gone but to meet the Duke; villain; do not say, they are fled; Germans are honest men.

Eva.

Where is mine Host?

Host.

What is the matter, Sir?

Eva.

Have a care of your entertainments; there is a friend o' mine come to town, tells me, there is three cozen-jermans that has cozen'd all the Hosts of Reading, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horses and mony. I tell you for good will, look you; you are wise, and full of gibes and vlouting-stocks, and 'tis not convenient you should be cozen'd; fare you well.

Caius.

Ver' is mine Host de Jartere?

Host.

Here, master Doctor, in perplexity and doubtful dilemma.

Caius.

I cannot tell vat is dat; but it is tell-a-me, dat you make a grand preparation for a Duke de Jamany; but my trot, der is no Duke, dat the Court is know, to come: I tell you for good will; adieu.

Host.

Hue and cry, villain, go! assist me, Knight, I am undone; fly, run, hue and cry! Villain, I am undone!

Fal.

I would, all the world might be cozen'd, for I have been cozened and beaten too. If it should come to the ear of the Court, how I have been transformed, and how my transformation hath been wash'd and cudgel'd, they would melt me out of my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fishermens boots with me. I warrant, they would whip me with their fine wits, 'till I were as crest-faln as a dry'd pear. I never prosper'd since I forswore myself at Primero. Well, if my wind were but long enough to say my prayers, I would repent.—