Inc. And so well cloath'd,
And so well mounted?
Die. That's all my wonder, Sir,
Who he should be; he is attir'd and hors'd
For the Constables Son of Spain.
Inc. My wonders more
He should want appetite: well a good night
To both my Gossips: I will for this time
Put off the thought of supping: In the morning
Remember him of breakfast pray you.
Host. I shall Sir.
Die. A hungry time Sir.
Inc. We that live like mice
On others meat, must watch when we can get it. [Exit Incubo.
Host. Yes, but I would not tell him: Our fair guest
Says, though he eats no supper he will pay for one.
Die. Good news: we'll eat it spouse, t' his health,
'Twas politickly done t'admit no sharers.
Enter Philippo.
Phi. Look to the Mules there, where's mine Host?