SCENE I. -- THE MIDDLE AISLE OF ST. PAUL'S.
SHIFT. [COMING FORWARD.] This is rare, I have set up my bills without
discovery.
[ENTER ORANGE.
ORANGE. What, signior Whiffe! what fortune has brought you into these west
parts?
SHIFT. Troth, signior, nothing but your rheum; I have been taking an ounce of
tobacco hard by here, with a gentleman, and I am come to spit private in Paul's.
'Save you, sir.
ORANGE. Adieu, good signior Whiffe.
[PASSES ONWARD.
[ENTER CLOVE.
CLOVE. Master Apple-John! you are well met; when shall we sup together, and
laugh, and be fat with those good wenches, ha?
SHIFT. Faith, sir, I must now leave you, upon a few humours and occasions; but
when you please, sir.
[EXIT.
CLOVE. Farewell, sweet Apple-John! I wonder there are no more store of
gallants here.
MIT. What be these two, signior?
COR. Marry, a couple, sir, that are mere strangers to the whole scope of our
play; only come to walk a turn or two in this scene of Paul's, by chance.
ORANGE. Save you, good master Clove!
CLOVE. Sweet master Orange.
MIT. How! Clove and Orange?
