Theo. What would you have?
Inc. Your key Sir,
And your door open: I have here command
To lodge a Gentleman, from the Justice, sent
Upon the Kings affairs.
Theod. Kings and necessities
Must be obey'd: the key is under the door.
Inc. How now Sir, are you fitted? you secur'd?
Phi. Your two Reals are grown a piece of Eight.
In[c]. Excuse me Sir.
Phi. 'Twill buy a Hen; and Wine
Sir, for to morrow. [Exit Phil.
Inc. I do kiss your hands Sir.
Well this will bear my charge yet to the Gallies
Where I am owing a Ducket: whither this night
By the Moons leave I'll march: for in the morning
Early, they put from Port St. Maries. [Ex. all but Diego.
Die. Lazaro.
Enter Lazaro.