Within. Drawer.
2 Boy. Anon, anon Sir.
1 Boy. And swears I shall be free to morrow, and so weeps
And calls upon my Mistris.
2 Boy. Then he's right.
1 Boy. And swears the Captain must lye this night with her
And bad me break it to her with discretion,
That he may leave an issue after him,
Able to entertain a Dutch Ambassador,
And tells him feelingly how sweet she is,
And how he stole her from her friends i'th' Country;
And brought her up disguiz'd with the Carriers,
And was nine nights bereaving her her maidenhead,
And the tenth got a drawer, here they come.
Enter Jacomo, Host, Lod. Piso.
Within cry drawer. Anon, anon, speak to the Tyger, Peter.
Host. There's my Bells boys, my silver Bell.
Piso. Would he were hang'd
As high as I could ring him.
Host. Captain.