Iack_. A my word (_Will_) tis the great _Baboone_, that was to be seen
in _Southwarke_.
_Will_. Is this he? Gods my life what beastes were we, that we wood not
see him all this while, never trust me if he looke not somewhat like a
man: see how pretely he holds the torche in one of his forefeete: wheres
his keeper trowe, is he broke loose?
_Iack_. Hast ever an Apple about thee (_Will_)? Weele take him up; sure,
we shall get a monstrous deale of mony with him.
_Will_. That we shall yfath, boy! and looke thou here, heres a red
cheeckt apple to take him up with.
_Ia_. Excellent fit a my credit; lets lay downe our provant, and to him.
_Bul_. Ile let them alone a while.
_Ia_. Give me the apple to take up _Iack_, because my name is _Iack_.
_Will_. Hold thee, _Iack_, take it.
_Ia_. Come, _Iack_, come, _Iack_, come, _Iack_.
_Bul_. I will come to you sir, Ile _Iack_ ye a my word, Ile _Iack_ ye.
_Will_. Gods me he speakes, _Iack_. O pray pardon us, Sir.
_Bul_. Out, ye _mopede monckies_, can yee not knowe a man from a
_Marmasett_, in theis Frenchified dayes of ours? nay, ile _Iackefie_
you a little better yet.
_Both_. Nay good Sir, good Sir, pardon us.
_Bul_. Pardon us! out ye home-bred peasants, plain English, pardon us?
if you had parled, & not spoken, but said _Pardonne moy_, I wood have
pardon'd you, but since you speake and not parley, I will cudgell ye
better yet.
_Ambo_. _O pardonne moy, mounsieur_.
_Bul_. _Bien je vous remercy_; thers _pardonne four vous_, sir, now.
_Will_. Why I thanke ye for it, Sir; you seeme to bee a Squire of our
order Sir.
_Ia_. Whose page might you be Sir.
_Bul_. I am now the great French Travalers page.
_Will_. Or rather the _French_ Travalers great page, Sir; on, on.
_Bul_. Hight Captaine _Fowleweather_, alias Commendations; whose
valours within here at super with the Countes _Eugenia_, whose propper
eaters I take you two to be.
_Will_. You mistake us not Sir.
_Ia_. This Captaine _Fowleweather_, alias Commendations--
_Will_. Is the Gallant that will needs be a sutor to our Countes.
_Bul_.[1] Faith, and if Fouleweather be a welcome suter to a faire Lady,
has good lucke.
_Ia_. O Sir, beware of one that can showre into the lapps of Ladies.
Captaine Fowleweather? why hees a Captinado, or Captaine of Captaines,
and will lie in their joyntes that give him cause to worke uppon them so
heauylie, that he will make their hartes ake I warrant him. Captai
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