Host. Yes indeed am I Gentlemen,
I have been dead these three weeks.
Dor. Then here's to ye, to comfort your cold body.
Clean. What do ye mean? stand further off.
Dor. I will stand nearer to him,
Shall he come out on's coffin to bear us company,
And we not bid him welcom? come mine Host,
Mine honest Host, here's to ye.
Host. Spirits Sir, drink not.
Clea. Why do ye appear?
Host. To wait upon ye Gentlemen,
'Thas been my duty living, now my farewel;
I fear ye are not us'd accordingly.
Dor. I could wish you warmer company mine Host,
How ever we are us'd.
Host. Next to entreat a courtesie,
And then I go to peace.
Clea. Is't in our power?