ABSTRACT
Oh see shee is in good time comming forth. PEN. Ah, he now lookes against the Sun, how her beames dazell
his eyes. Enter Erotium
EROT. What mine owne Menechmus, welcome sweete heart. PEN. And what am I, welcome too? EROT. You Sir? ye are out of the number of my welcome guests. * PEN. I am like a voluntary souldier, out of paie. MEN. Erotium, I have determined that here shal be pitcht a
field this day; we meane to drinke for the heavens: And which of us performes the bravest service at his weopon the wine boll, yourselfe as Captaine shall paie him his wages according to his deserts.
