Wife. Well, so I will.
Bert. The Man softens methinks, and he is taking his Shirt, I hope all will be well by and by.
Con. And the Servants are laying the Cloth. It is happy for us that no Guests come, for we should have been sent packing if they had.
Bert. It fell out very happily that we brought a Flaggon of Wine from the last Town we were at, and a roasted Leg of Lamb, or else, for what I see here, he would not have given us so much as a Mouthful of Hay.
Con. Now the Servants are set down, let's take Part of the Table with them, but so that we don't incommode any Body.
Innk. I believe I may put it to your Score, that I have not a Guest to Day, nor any besides my own Family, and you good-for-nothing ones.
Con. Well, put it up to our Score, if it has not happened to you often.
Innk. Oftner than I would have it so.
Con. Well, don't be uneasy; Christ lives, and he'll never forsake his Servants.
Innk. I have heard you are call'd evangelical Men; but the Gospel forbids carrying about Satchels and Bread, but I see you have great Sleeves for Wallets, and you don't only carry Bread, but Wine too, and Flesh also, and that of the best Sort.