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Scena. 2.

Rosko. Phallax.
Ros.
O that I could find Master Phallax, the meat burnes at ye fire:
And by your leaue, Andrugios death, doth make my mistris sweate.

Phal.
Now now Rosko?

Ros.
Ist you syr? my Mistris doth intreate,
That with all speede, your worship will come away to supper:
The meate and all is ready to set vpon the borde syr.

Phal.
Gramercy for thy paynes, I was euen comming to her.

Ros.
You are the welcomst man alyue to her I know,
And trust mee at your commaundement remayneth poore Rosko.

Phal.
It is honestly sayd, but now tell mee,
What quality hast, that I may vse thee?

Ros.
I am a Barbour, and when you please syr,
Call (and spare not) for a cast of rose water.

Phal.
But heare me, canst thou heale a greene wound well?

Ros.
Yea, greene and ould.

Phal.
Then thy best were to dwel,
In some vsuall place or streete, where, through frayes,
Thou mayst be set a worke with wounds alwayes.

Ros.
I thanke my Mistris I haue my hands full,
To trym gentelmen of her acquayntaunce:
And I trust Syr, if that your worship chaunce,
To haue neede of my helpe, I shall earne your mony.
Afore an other.

Phal.
That thou shalt truly:
But syrra, where dwels Lamia?

Ros.
Euen heare syr, enter I pray.

Phal.
That I wyl sure, if that my way be cleare.

Ros.
Yes sir, her doores be open all the yeare.

Exeunt.