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it is not so much worth, you see I am bolde with ye, Indeed
you are not so bolde as welcome, I pray yee come oftner,
Truly I shall trouble ye, all these ceremonies are dispatcht
between them, and they are gone.

Fra. Are they so?

Coo. I before God are they.

Fra. And wherefore came not you to call me then?

Coo. Because I was loth to change my game,

Fra. What game?

Coo. You were at one sort of bowles, as I was at another,

Phi. Sirra, he meanes the buttery bowles of beere.

Coo. By God sirra we tickled it.

Fra, Why what a swearing keepes this drunken asse,
Canst thou not say but sweare at euery word?

Phi. Peace do not marre his humour prethie Franke.

Coo. Let him alone, hee's a springall, he knowes not what
belongs to an oath.

Fra. Sirra, be quiet, or I doe protest.

Coo. Come, come, what doe you protest?

Fra. By heauen to crack your Crowne,

Coo. To crack my crowne, I lay yea crowne of that,
Lay it downe and ye dare:
Nay sbloud, ile venter a quarters wages of that,
Crack my crowne quoth a?

Fra. Will ye not be quiet, will ye vrge me?

Coo. Vrge yee with a pox, who vrges ye?
You might haue said so much to a clowne,
Or one that had not been ore the sea to see fashions,
I haue I tell ye true, and I know what belongs to a man,
Crack my crowne and ye can.

Fra. And I can ye rascall.

Phi. Hold haire braine holde,
Dost thou not see hees drunke?

Coo. Nay let him come,
Though he be my masters sonne, I am my masters man,
And a man is a man in any ground in England:
Come, and he dare, a comes vpon his death,
I will not budge an inche: no sbloud will not,

Fran. Will ye not?