Boy. I would you heard it grone
La.Ro. Is the soule sicke? Boy. Sicke at the heart
La.Ro. Alacke, let it bloud
Boy. Would that doe it good? La.Ro. My Phisicke saies I
Boy. Will you prick't with your eye
La.Ro. No poynt, with my knife
Boy. Now God saue thy life
La.Ro. And yours from long liuing
Ber. I cannot stay thanks-giuing. Enter.
Enter Dumane.
Dum. Sir, I pray you a word: What Lady is that same? Boy. The heire of Alanson, Rosalin her name
Dum. A gallant Lady, Mounsier fare you well
Long. I beseech you a word: what is she in the white? Boy. A woman somtimes, if you saw her in the light
Long. Perchance light in the light: I desire her name
Boy. Shee hath but one for her selfe, To desire that were a shame
Long. Pray you sir, whose daughter? Boy. Her Mothers, I haue heard
Long. Gods blessing a your beard
Boy. Good sir be not offended, Shee is an heyre of Faulconbridge
Long. Nay, my choller is ended: Shee is a most sweet Lady.
Exit. Long.
Boy. Not vnlike sir, that may be. Enter Beroune.
Ber. What's her name in the cap
Boy. Katherine by good hap
Ber. Is she wedded, or no
Boy. To her will sir, or so, Ber. You are welcome sir, adiew
Boy. Fare well to me sir, and welcome to you. Enter.
La.Ma. That last is Beroune, the mery mad-cap Lord. Not a word with him, but a iest
Boy. And euery iest but a word
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