<SPEECH 1><ACT ?><SCENE 2><5%>
<SERVANT 3>	<6%>
	What raiment will your honour wear to-day?
</SERVANT 3>

<SPEECH 2><ACT ?><SCENE 2><7%>
<SERVANT 3>	<8%>
	Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
	Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds;
	And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
	So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
</SERVANT 3>

<SPEECH 3><ACT ?><SCENE 2><8%>
<SERVANT 3>	<9%>
	Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such maid,
	Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up,
	As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
	And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell,
	And twenty more such names and men as these,
	Which never were nor no man ever saw.
</SERVANT 3>

