Dor. Is he i'th' house?
Cham. No, but he is hard by Sir;
He is fast in's grave, he has been dead these three weeks.
Dor. Then o' my conscience he will come but lamely,
And discourse worse.
Clean. Farewel mine honest Host then,
Mine honest merry Host; will you to bed yet?
Dor. No, not this hour, I prethee sit and chat by me.
Clean. Give us a quart of wine then, we'l be merry.
Dor. A match my Son; pray let your wine be living,
Or lay it by your Master.
Cham. It shall be quick Sir. [Exit.
Dor. Has not mine Host a wife?
[Clean.] A good old woman.