On an old acquaintance who seemed to pass the Bard without notice

DOST hang thy head, Billy, asham'd that thou knowest me?
'Tis paying in kind a just debt that thou owest me.

DOST blush, my dear Billy, asham'd of thyself,
A Fool and a Cuckold together?
The fault is not thine, insignificant elf,
Thou wast not consulted in either.