Enter LITTLEWIT.
Lit. By your leave, friend.
Filch. You must pay, sir, an you go in.
Lit. Who, I! I perceive thou know’st not me; call the master of the motion.
Shark. What, do you not know the author, fellow Filcher? You must take no money of him; he must come in gratis: master Littlewit is a voluntary; he is the author.
Lit. Peace, speak not too loud, I would not have any notice taken that I am the author, till we see how it passes.
Cokes. Master Littlewit, how dost thou?
Lit. Master Cokes! you are exceeding well met: what, in your doublet and hose, without a cloke or a hat?
Cokes. I would I might never stir, as I am an honest man, and by that fire; I have lost all in the Fair, and all my acquaintance too; didst thou meet any body that I know, master Littlewit? my man Numps, or my sister Overdo, or mistress Grace? Pray thee, master Littlewit, lend me some money to see the interlude here; I’ll pay thee again, as I am a gentleman. If thou’lt but carry me home, I have money enough there.