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Scaena I.
Enter Philippo, Diego, and Incubo.Phil.
Where is mine Host, did not he see him neither?
Die.
Not I, y' faith Sir.
Phil.
Nor the muleter?
Inc.
Nay he is past seeing, unlesse it be in's sleep,
By this time; all his visions were the pots,
Three hours since Sir.
Phil.
Which way should she take?
Nay, look you now; do you all stand stil? good god
You might have lighted on him, now, this instant?
For loves sake seek him out, who ever find him
I will reward his fortune as his diligence;
Get all the Town to help, that will behir'd,
Their pains ile turn to an annall holiday,
It if shal chance, but one bring word of her,
Pray you about it.
Inc.
Her sir? who do you mean?
Phil.
(I had forgot my self) the Page I meant
That came along with us.
Die.
He you give the clothes too?
Phil.
I ga' the clothes to; Rascal.
Die.
Nay good Sir.
Phi.
Why do'st thou mention, or upbraid my courtesies
Slave?
Die.
For your honor Sir.
Phil.
Wretch; I was honor'd,
That she would wear 'em (he, I would say) 's death?
Go, get, and find him out, or never see me,
I shal betray my love ere I possess it,
Some star direct me, or ill planet strike me.
Exit Phil.
Inc.
Best to divide.
Die.
Ile this way.
Inc.
And I this.
Dieg.
I, as you, find him for a real.
Inc.
'Tis done.
Die.
My course is now directly to some piehouse
I know the Pages compasse.
Inc.
I think rather
The smock side o'the Town, the surer harbor
At his years to put in.
Die.
If I do find
The hungry haunt, I take him by the teeth now.
Inc.
I by the tail, yet I as you.
Die.
No more.
Exeunt.
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