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 Grene. Wel take your fittest standings, & once more Lime your twigs to catch this weary bird, Ile leaue you, and at your dags discharge Make towards lyke the longing water dog, That coucheth til the fowling peece be of: Then ceazeth on the pray with eager moode, Ah might I see him stretching foorth his limmes, As I haue seene them beat their wings ere now,

Shak. Why that thou shalt see if he come this way,

Gre. Yes that he doth shakbag I warrant thee: But braul not when I am gone in any case, But sirs be sure to speede him, when he comes, And in that hope Ile leaue you for an houre.

Mic. Twere best that I went back to Rochester, The horse halts down right, it were not good He trauailed in such paine to feuershame: Remouing of a shoe may happely help it.

Ard. Well get you back to Rochester, but siirra see ye ouertake vs ere we come to Raynum down, For it will be very late ere we get home:

Mic. I God he knowes, & so doth Will and shakebagge, That thou shalt neuer go further then that downe, And therefore haue I prickt the horse on purpose, Because I would not view the massacar.

Arden. Come M. Francklin onwards with your tale,

Fran. I assure you sir, you taske me much, A heauy bloode is gathered at my hart, And on the sudden is my winde so short: As hindereth the passage of my speach. So ferse a qualme yet neere assayled me:

Ard. Come M. Francklin let vs go on softly, The anoyance of the dust, or els some meat, you eat at dinner, cannot brooke you: I haue bene often so, and soone amended.

Fra. Do you remember where my tale did leaue? Ard.