Phil. Follow me, Miller, and let me talk with ye farther,
And keep this private all upon your Loyalties:
To morrow morning, though I am now beyond him,
And the less lookt for, I'll break my Fast with the good Count.
No more, away, all to our sports, be silent. [Exeunt.
Ver. What Grace shall I have now?
Lis. Choose thine own Grace,
And go to dinner when thou wilt, Vertigo,
We must needs follow the King.
Ter. You heard the sentence.
Mon. If you stay here
I'll send thee a shoulder of Venison:
Go home, go home, or if thou wilt disguise,
I'll help thee to a place to feed the dogs.
Ped. Or thou shalt be special Tailor to the Kings Monkey,
'Tis a fine place, we cannot stay.
Ver. No Money,
Nor no Grace, Gentlemen?
Ter. 'Tis too early Tailor.
The King has not broke his Fast yet.
Ver. I shall look for ye
The next Term, Gentlemen.
Ped. Thou shalt not miss us:
Prethee provide some clothes, and dost thou hear Vertigo
Commend me to thy Wife: I want some shirts too.