Alg. There is no railing with these rogues: I will close with 'em, till I can cry quittance: why Signiors, and my honest neighbors, will you impute that as a neglect of my friends, which is an imperfection in me? I have been Sandblind from my infancy: to make you amends you shall sup with me.
Laz. Shall we sup with ye, Sir? O' my conscience, they have wrong'd the Gentleman extreamly.
Alg. And after supper, I have a project to employ you in, shall make you drink and eat merrily this month: I am a little knavish: why, and doe not I know all you to be knaves?
Pac. I grant you, we are all knaves, and will be your knaves: But oh, while you live, take heed of being a proud knave.
Alg. On then pass: I will bear out my staffe, and my staffe shall bear out me.
Laz. Oh Lazarillo, thou art going to supper. [Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Lucio, and Bobadilla.
Luc. Pray be not angry.
Bob. I am angry, and I will be angry Diabolo: what should you do in the Kitchin, cannot the Cooks lick their fingers without your overseeing? nor the maids make pottage, except your dogs-head be in the pot? Don Lucio, Don Quot-Quean, Don Spinster, wear a Petticoat still, and put on your Smock a' Monday: I will have a baby o' clouts made for it, like a great girl: nay, if you will needs be starching of Ruffs, and sowing of Black-work, I will of a mild, and loving Tutor, become a Tyrant, your Father has committed you to my charge, and I will make a man or a mouse on you.