Theo. Would we had known this!
Before we reacht this place.
Phil. Come, there's no danger,
These are but sometimes chances.
Enter Bailiff.
Host. Now we must through.
Theo. Who's that?
Host. Stand to it Signiors.
Phil. No it needs not,
I know the face; 'tis honest.
Bayl. What mine Host:
Mine everlasting honest Host.
Host. Mass Baily:
Now in the name of an ill reckoning
What make you walking this round?
Bayl. A —— of this round,
And of all business too, through woods, and rascals,
They have rounded me away a dozen Duckets,
Besides a fair round Cloak: Some of 'em knew me,
Else they had cased me like a Cunnie too,
As they have done the rest, and I think roasted me,
For they began to baste me soundly: my young Signiors,
You may thank heaven, and heartily, and hourly,
You set not out so early; ye had been smoak'd else
By this true hand [y]e had Sirs, finely smoak'd,
Had ye been Women, smockt too.