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 Ard. Content, sirra saddle your mistres nagge.

Ales. No, begde fauor merits little thankes, If I should go, our house would runne away, Or els be stolne, therefore Ile stay behind.

Ard. Nay see how mistaking you are, I pray thee goe.

Ales. No no, not now.

Ard. Then let me leaue thee satisfied in this, That time nor place, nor persons alter me, But that I hould thee dearer then my life.

Ales. That will be seene by your quick returne.

Ard. And that shall be ere night and if I liue. Farewell sweete Ales, we mind to sup with thee

Fra. Come Michaell are our horses ready?

Mic. I your horse are ready, but I am not ready, For I haue lost my purse, With six and thirtie shillinges in it, With taking vp of my M. Nagge.

Fra. Why I pray you let vs go before, Whilest he stayes behind to seeke his purse.

Ard. Go too sirra, see you follow vs to the ile of sheppye, To my Lord Cheynyes where we meane to dine.

Mic. So faire whether after you, For before you lyes, black Will and shakebag, In the broome close, to close for you, Theyle be your ferrymen to long home, But who is this the Painter, my corriual, That would nedes winne M. Susan.

Clark. How now Michael how doth my Mistresse, And all at home?

Mic. Who susan Mosbye? she is your Mistres too

Cla. I How doth she, and all the rest?

Mic. Al's well but susan she is sicke, Clark.