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,[2.25] 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_.