Inc. Not with that
Negligent rudeness: But I kiss your hands
Signior Don Incubo de Hambre, and then
My Titles: Master Baily of Castle-blanco:
Thou ne'r wilt have the elegancy of an Host;
I sorrow for thee, as my friend and Gossip:
No smoak, nor steam out-breathing from the kitchen?
There's little life i'th Hearth then.
Die. I, there, there,
That is his friendship, harkening for the spit,
And sorrow that he cannot smell the pot boil.
Inc. Strange
An Inn should be so curst, and not the sign
Blasted, nor withered; very strange, three days now,
And not an Egg eat in it, nor an Onion.
Die. I think they ha' strew'd the high-ways with caltraps, I,
No horse dares pass 'em; I did never know
A week of so sad doings, since I first
Stood to my Sign-post.
Inc. Gossip, I have found
The root of all: kneel, [pray,] it is thy self
Art cause thereof: each person is the Founder
Of his own fortune, good or bad; but mend it,
Call for thy Cloak, and Rapier.
Die. How?
Inc. Do, call,
And put 'em on in haste: Alter thy fortune,
By appearing worthy of her: Dost thou think
Her good face e'r will know a man in cuerpo?
In single body, thus? in Hose, and Doublet
The horse-boys garb? base blank, and halfe blank cuerpo?
Did I, or Mr Dean of Sivil our neighbor
E'r reach our dignities in cuerpo, think'st thou,
In squirting Hose and Doublet? Signior, no,
There went more to't: there were Cloaks, Gowns, Cassocks,
And other paramentos; Call, I say,
His Cloak, and Rapier here.
Enter Hostess.
Host. What means your Worship?
Inc. Bring forth thy Husbands Sword: so hang it on,
And now his cloak, here cast it up; I mean
Gossip, to change your luck, and bring you guests.