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Scena. 7.

Rosko, Phallax.
Ros.
I fayth, I haue noble newes for Lamia,

Phal.
Nay soft, friend Rosko, take myne in your way.

Ros.
Mayster Phallax, O syr I cry you mercy,

Phal.
Rosko with speede tell thy Mistris from mee,
The King straight wayes wyll come to the Cytie:
In whose great trayne there is a company,
Within her house with mee shall mery be.
Therefore, for my sake, wyll her to foresee,
To welcome them, that nothing wanting be,
This is all I wyll, for want of leysure.

Exit.
Ros.
I wyll not fayle syr, to show your pleasure:
Mary, in fayth, these newes falles iumpe with the rest,
They shalbe welcome and fare of the best:
But although they well fyll their bodyes thus,
Their purses will be dryuen to a non plus:
No force a whyt, each pleasure hath his payne,
Better the purce then body starue of twayne.
Well, I wyll trudge, my welcome newes to tell,
And then abroade, good company to smell.

Exit.