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Sc. 6.
Ent. 3. Court.3 Cour.
Hay, there boyes, there.
Good boyes are good boyes still. There Will, there Iack
Not a blow, now he's downe.
2 Cour.
'Twere base, I scorn't.
1 Cour.
There's as proud fall, as stand in Court or City.
3 Cour.
That's well said Will, troth I commend you both.
How fell you out? I hope in no great anger.
2 Cour.
For mine owne part I vow I was in jest.
1 Cour.
But I have told you twice and once, Will, jest not
With me behind I never could endure
(Not of a Boy) to put up things behinde:
And that my Tutor knew; I had bin a Schollar else.
Besides you know my sword was nock'd i'th' fashion,
Iust here behinde, for my backe-guard and all;
And yet you would do't.
I had as liefe you would take a knife—
3 Cour.
Come, come,
Y'are friends. Shake hands ile give you halfe a dozen
At the next Ale-house, to set all right and streight.
And a new song; a dainty one; here tis.
a Ballad.
1 Cour.
O thou art happy that canst reade—
I would buy Ballads too, had I thy learning.
3 Cour.
Come, we burn day-light, and the Ale may sowre.
Ex.
Per.
Call you these Courtiers? They are rude silken Clowns;
As course within, as water-men or Car-men.
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