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lieve be courted with a brush faggot as with a Frenchman, that spent it selfe all in sparkes, and would sooner fire ones chimney then warme the house, and that such sparkes were good enough yet to set thatcht dispositions a fire, but hers was tild with sleight, and respected them as sleightly. _Goos_. Why so Captaine, and yet you talke of your great Frenchmen; [would] to God little England had never knowne them _I_ may say. _Foul_. What's the matter sir _Gyles_? are you out of love with Frenchmen now of a sodaine? _Goos_. Slydd Captaine, wood not make one, Ile be sworne? Ile be sworne, they tooke away a mastie Dogge of mine by commission: now I thinke on't, makes my teares stand in my eyes with griefe, I had rather lost the dearest friend that ever _I_ lay withall in my life be this light; never stir if he fought not with great _Sekerson_[28] foure hours to one, foremost take up hindmost, and tooke so many loaves from him, that he sterud him presently: So at last the dog cood doe no more then a Beare cood doe, and the beare being heavie with hunger you know, fell upon the Dogge, broke his backe, and the Dogge never stird more. _Rud_. Why thou saist the Frenchmen tooke him away. _Goos_. Frenchmen, _I_, so they did too, but yet, and he had not bin kild, twood nere a greevd me. _Foul_. O excellent unity of speech. _Enter Will, and Iacke at seuerall Doores_. _Will_. Save ye, Knights. _Ia_. Save you, Captaine. _Foul_. Pages, welcome my fine Pages. _Rud_. Welcome, boyes. _Goos_. Welcome, sweet _Will_, good _Iacke_. _Foul_. But how chaunce you are so farre from London now pages? is it almost Dinner time? _Wil_. Yes indeed Sir, but we left our fellowes to wait for once, and cood not chuse in pure love to your worships, but we must needs come, and meet you, before you mett our Ladies, to tell you a secret. _Omnes_. A secret, what secret I pray thee? _Ia_. If ever your worships say any thing, we are undone for ever. _Omnes_. Not for a World beleeve it. _Will_. Why then this it is; we over-heard our Ladies as they were talking in private say, they refus'de to meet you at _Barnet_ this morning of purpose, because they wood try which of you were most patient. _Ia_. And some said you, Sir _Gyles_, another you Sir [_Cutt_] and the third you Captaine. _Om_. This was excellent. _Wil_. Then did they sweare one another not to excuse themselves to you by any meanes, that they might try y
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