SCENA. 4.
Memoria. Anamnestes.
Mem.
Ah you leaden heeld Rascall.
Ana.
Here 'tis Sir, I haue it, I haue it,
Mem.
Is this all the hast you make.
An.
An't like your worship your Clog-head Obliuio went
before me, and foil'd the traile of your foote-steps, that I could
hardly vndertake the quest of your purse forsooth.
Mem.
You might haue beene here long ere this: Come
hither sirra, come hither, what must you go round about, goodly,
goodly, you are so full of circumstances.
An.
In truth Sir, I was here before, and missing you, went
back into the Citty, sought you in euery Ale-house, Inne, Tauerne,
Dicing-house, Tennis-court, Stewes, and such like places,
likely to find your worship in.
Mem.
Ha villaine, am I a man likely to be found in such places,
ha?
Ana.
No, no sir, sir but I was told by my Lady Lingua's page
that your Worship was seeking me, therefore I inquired for
you in those places where I knew you would aske forme, and
it please your worship.
Mem.
I remember an other quarrell sirra, but well, well, I
haue no leisure.
