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Scene 1.

Iug.
Barnabe. Iordan.
O Barnabe!

Ior.
Welcome Barnabe! Where hast thou beene?

Bar.
I'the foule weather.

Iug.
Which has wet thee, Ban.

Bar.
As drie as a chip! Good Iug, a cast o' thy name,
As well as thy office; two iugges!

Iug.
By, and by.

Ior.
What Lady's this thou hast brought here?

Bar.
A great Lady!
I know no more: one, that will trie you, Iordan.
Shee'll finde your gage, your circle, your capacity,
How do's old Staggers the Smith? and Tree, the Sadler?
Keep they their peny-club, stil?

Ior.
And th'old catch too,
Of whoop Barnaby—

Bar.
Doe they sing at me?

Ior.
They'are reeling at it, in the parlous, now:

Bar.
Ile to 'hem: Gi' mee a drinke first.

Ior.
Wheres thy hat?

Bar.
I lost it by the way—Gi'me another.

Iug.
A hat?

Bar.
A drinke.

Iug.
Take heed of taking cold, Ban—

Bar.
The wind blew't off at High-gate, and my Lady
Would not endure mee, light, to take it vp,
But made me driue bare-headed i'the raine.

Ior.
That she might be mistaken for a Countesse?

Bar.
Troth, like inough! She might be an o're-grown Dutchesse,
For ought I know.

Iug.
What! with one man!

Bar.
At a time,
They cary no more, the best of 'hem.

Io.
Nor the brauest.

Bar.
And she is very braue!

Ior.
A stately gowne!
And peticote, she has on!

Bar.
Ha'you spi'd that, Iordan?
You'are a notable peerer, an old Rabbi,
At a smocks-hem, boy.

Iug.
As he is Chamberlane,
He may doe that, by his place.

Ior.
Whats her Squire?

Bar.
A toy, that she allowes eight-pence a day.
A slight Man-net, to port her, vp, and downe.
Come shew me to my play-fellowes, old Staggers,
And father Tree.

Ior.
Here, this way, Barnabe.