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Hod. Drunke, a plague on it, when a man cannot carry his
drinke well: sbloud Ile stand to it.

Boy. Hold man, see and thou canst stand first.

Hodge. Drunke? hees a beast and he be drunke, theres no man
that is a sober man will be drunk, hees a boy and he be drunke.

Boy. No, hees a man as thou art.

Hodge. Thus tis when a man will not be ruled by his friendes,
I bad him keepe vnder the lee, but he kept downe the weather
two bowes, I tolde him hee would be taken with a plannet, but
Boy trip him.the wisest of vs all may fall.

B. True Hodge.

Hod. Whope lend me thy hand Dicke, I am falne into a Wel,
lend me thy hand, I shall be drowned else.

Boy. Hold fast by the bucket Hodge.

Hodg, A rope on it.

Boy. I there is a rope on it, but where art thou Hodge?

Hodge. In a Well, I prethie draw vp.

Boy. Come giue vp thy bodie, wind vp, hoyst.

Hodg. I am ouer head and eares,

Boy. In all Hodge, in all.

Fran. How loathsome is this beast mans shape to me?
This mould of reason so vnreasonable,
Sirra, why doost thou trip him downe seeing hees drunke?

Boy. Because sir I would haue drunkards cheape.

Fran. How meane ye?

Boy, Why they say, that when any thing hath a fall, it is
cheape, and so of drunkards.

Fran. Go to helpe him vp, but harke who knockes?

Bo. Sir, heeres one of Maister Barnsies men with a letter to my
olde maister.

Fran. Which of them is it?

Boy. They call him Nicholas sir.

Fran. Go call him in.

Enter Coomes.

Coom. By your leaue ho, how now young maister how ist?

Fran. Looke ye sirra, where your fellow lies,
Hees in a fine taking, is he not?

Coom. Whope Hodge, were art thou man, where art thou?

Hodge. O in a well.

Co. In a well man, nay then thou art deepe in vnderstanding,

Fran. I once to day you were almost so sir,

Coom. Who I, go to young maister, I do not like this humor

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