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I impart my selfe to maister Goursey.

M. Gou. And with exchange of loue I do receiue it,
Then here weel part partners of two curst wiues.

M. Ba. Oh where shall we find a man so blest that is not,
But come, your businesse and my home affaires,
Makes me deliuer that vnfriendly worde mongst friends, farewell.

M. Gou. Twentie farewels sir.

M. Bar. But harke ye maister Goursey,
Looke ye perswade at home as I will do,
What man, we must not alwayes haue them soes.

M. Go. If I can helpe it.

M Bar. God helpe, God helpe,
Exeunt.Women are euen vntoward creatures still.

Enter Philip, Francis and his boy from bowling.

Phil. Come on Franke Goursey, you haue good lucke to winne the game.

Fran. Why tell me, ist not good, that neuer playd before vpon your greene.

Phil. Tis good, but that it cost me ten good crownes that makes it worse.

Fran. Let it not greeue thee man, come ore to vs,
We will deuise some game to make you win
Your money backe againe sweet Philip.

Phil. And that shall be ere long and if I liue,
But tell me Francis, what good Horses haue yee to hunt this Sommer?

Fra. Two or three Iades, or so.

Phil. Be they but Iades?

Fran. No faith my wag string here
Did founder one the last time that he rid,
The best gray Nag that euer I laid my leg ouer.

Boy. You meane the flea bitten.

Fran. Good sir the same.

Boy. And was the same the best that ere you rid on?

Fran. I was it sir.

Boy. I faith it was not sir.

Fran. No, where had I one so good?

Boy. One of my colour, and a better too.

Fran.