Ay, and we will speak with him.

Ay, marry can I. We are under heaven.

Ha, ha, ha! Dost hear him Dick? He has forgot his

leg.

Good Lord, that flesh and blood should be so frail

with your worship. Do not you remember a horse-courser

you sold a horse to?

And do you remember you bid he should not ride

into the water?

And do you remember nothing of your leg?

Then I pray remember your courtesy.

'Tis not so much worth. I pray you, tell me one thing.

Be both your legs bedfellows every night together?

No, truly, sir, I would make nothing of you, but

I would fain know that.

Enter Hostess with drink.

I thank you; I am fully satisfied.

For nothing, sir, but methinks you should have a

wooden bedfellow of one of 'em.

O horrible! Had the Doctor three legs?

Do you remember, sir, how you cozened me and eat

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