Act the Third
Scene I Foy. A Street Outside the Windmill Tavern
Enter Roughman and Fawcett.
Roughman.
Oh! you’re well met. Just as I prophesied,
So it fell out.
Fawcett.
As how, I pray?
Roughman.
Had you but stayed the crossing of one field,
You had beheld a Hector, the boldest Trojan
That ever Roughman met with.
Fawcett.
Pray, what was he?
Roughman.
You talk of Little Davy, Cutting Dick,25
And divers such; but tush! this hath no fellow.
Fawcett.
Of what stature and years was he?
Roughman.
Indeed, I must confess he was no giant,
Nor above fifty; but he did bestir him—
Was here, and there, and everywhere, at once,
That I was ne’er so put to’t since the midwife
First wrapped my head in linen. Let’s to Bess:
I’ll tell her the whole project.
Fawcett.
Here’s the house:
We’ll enter, if you please.
[Exeunt.