A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. III w/ Direct link technology (A Classical Drama Paly)

This is the Countesse Eugenias house, I thinke. I can never hit of theis same English City howses, tho I were borne here: if I were in any City in _Fraunce_, I could find any house there at midnight.
_Enter Iack, and Will_.
Iack. Theis two strange hungry Knights (_Will_) make the leanest trenchers that ever I waited on.
Will. A plague on them _Iack_; they leave us no fees at all, for our attendance. I thinke they use to set their bones in silver they pick them so cleane.--See, see, see, _Iack_, whats that.
Iack. A my word (_Will_) tis the great _Baboone_, that was to be seen in Southwarke.
Will. Is this he? Gods my life what beastes were we, that we wood not see him all this while, never trust me if he looke not somewhat like a man: see how pretely he holds the torche in one of his forefeete: wheres his keeper trowe, is he broke loose?
she was betroathed to a gallant young gentleman that loude hir with such passion, and admiration that he never thought he could be so blessed as to enjoy her in full marriage, till the minister was marrying them; and even then when he was saying I Charles take thee Hippolita with extreame joy, he began to looke pale, then going forwards saying, to my wedded wife, he lookt paler, and, then pronouncing, for richer for poorer as long as we both shall live, he lookt extreame pale. Now, sir, when she comes to speake her parte, and said, I Hippolyta take thee _Charles_, he began to faint for joy, then saying to my wedded husband, he began to sink