Host. Only one room.
Inc. A pretty modest quadrangle
She will describe to you.
Host. Wherein stands two Beds Sir.
Enter Diego.
We have, and where, if any guest do come,
He must of force be lodg'd, that is the truth, Sir.
Theo. But if I pay you for both your beds, methinks
That should alike content you.
Host. That it shall, Sir.
If I be paid, I am paid.
Theo. Why, there's a Ducket
Will that make your content?
Host. Oh the sweet face on you:
A Ducket? yes, and there were three beds Sir,
And twice so many rooms, which is one more,
You should be private in 'em all, in all Sir,
No one should have a piece of a bed with you
Not master Dean of Sivil himself, I swear.
Though he came naked hither, as once he did
When h' had like t'have been tane a bed with the Moor
And guelt by her Master: you shall be as private,
As if you lay in's own great house that's haunted,
Where no body comes, they say.
Theo. I thank you Hostess.
Pray you, will you shew me in.