Clow.
VVell, I'am content: but we must up to Carter's, the rich Yeoman. I must be seen on Hobby-horse there.
1.
O, I smell him now: I'll lay my ears Banks is in love, and that's the reason he would walk melancholy by himself.
Clow.
Hah! who was that said I was in love?
Clow.
Go to: no more of that. When I understand what you speak, I know what you say: believe that.
1.
VVell, 'twas I, I'll not deny it: I meant no hurt in't. I have seen you walk up to Carter's of Chessum. Banks, were not you there last Shrovetide?
Clow.
Yes, I was ten days together there the last Shrovetide.
2.
How could that be, when there are but seven dayes in the week?
Clow.
Prithee peace, I reckon stila nova, as a Traveller: thou understandest as a fresh-water Farmer, that never sawest a week beyond Sea. Ask any Souldier that ever received his pay but in the Low Countries, and he'll tell thee there are eight days in the week there, hard by. How dost thou think they rise in high Ger∣many, Italy, and those remoter places?
3.
I, but simply there are but seven days in the week yet.
Clow.
No, simply as thou understandest. Prithee, look but in the Lover's Almanack, when he has been but three days absent; Oh, says he, I have not seen my Love these seven yeets: there's a long cut. When he comes to her again, and embraces her, O, says he, now methinks I am in Heaven; and that's a pretty step: he that can get up to Heaven in ten days, need not repent his journey. You may ride a hundred days in a Caroch, and be further off then when you set forth. But I pray you, good Morrice-mates, now leave me. I will be with you by midnight.
1.
Well, since he will be alone, we'll back again, and trouble him no more.
Omn.
But remember, Banks.
Clow.
The Hobby-horse shall be remembred. But hark you: get Poldavis, the Barber's Boy for the Witch; because he can shew his Art better then another.
Exeunt.
Well, now to my walk. I am neer the place where I should meet