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Phi. Will foole your man, will gose your man,
My backe sir scornes to weare your liuerie.

Raph. Nay sir I mooude but such a question to you,
Had it hath not disparegd you I hope,
Twas but mistaking, such a night as this
May well deceiue a man, God boye sir.

Phil. Gods will tis sir Raph Smith, a vertuous knight,
How gently entertaines he my hard answer?
Rude anger made my tongue vnmannerly,
I crie him mercie, well, but all this while,
I cannot finde a Francis, Francis ho?

Wil. Francis ho, o you call Francis now,
How haue ye vsde my Nan? come tell me how?

Phil. Thy Nan, what Nan?

Wil. I, what Nan now, say, do you not seeke a wench?

Phi. Yes I do.

Wil. Then sir that is she.

Phi. Art not thou I met withall before?

Wil. Yes sir, and you did counterfeit before,
And said to me you were not sir Raph Smith,

Phil. No more I am not, I met sir Raph Smith,
Euen now he askt me if I saw his man.

Wil. O fine.

Phi. Why sirra thou art much deceiued in me,
Good faith I am not he thou thinkst I am.

Wil. What are ye then?

Phi. Why one that seekes one Francis and a wench.

Wil. And Francis seekes one Phillip and a wench:

Phil. How canst thou tell?

Wil. I met him seeking Philip and a wench,
As I was seeking sir Raph and a wench.

Phil. Why then I know the matter, we met crosse,
And so we mist, now here we finde our losse,
Well, if thou wilt, we two will keepe togither,
And so we shall meet right with one or other,

Wil. I am content, but do you heare me sir?
Did not sir Raph Smith aske yee for a wench?

Phi. No I promise thee, nor did he looke for any
But thy selfe, as I could gesse.

Wil. Why this is strange, but come sir lets away,

I feare