Host. I do not like his visits, commonly
He comes by Owl-light, both the time and manner
Is suspitious; I do not like it.
Bian. Sir, the Gentleman
Is every way so noble, that you need not
Question his intent of coming, though you did;
Pray Sir preserve that good opinion of me,
That though the custome of the place I was born in,
Makes me familiar to every guest,
I shall in all things keep my self a stranger
To the vices they bring with them.
Hostis. Right my daughter:
She has the right strain of her Mother.
Host. Of her Mother?
And I would speak, I know from whence she took it;
When I was as young, I was as honest.
Hostess. Leave your prating.
And study to be drunk; and abuse your guests over and over.
Enter Forobosco, and Clown.
Host. Peace Wife. My honorable guest.
Foro. My indear'd Landlord?
And the rest o'th' complements o'th' house.
Host. Breakfast is ready Sir;
It waites only the tide of your stomach.
Clow. And mine gapes for't like a stale Oyster.
Ere you go to bed, fail not of that I pray. [—Exeunt all but Forobosco, and Clown.