Ay, ay; but——
Chettle:
There, there; it’s settled: honest men have but one word. I know you good, Master Fry; but hard like this new religion; hard. There, there! we are old friends. Send the drawer; he knows my ways and quickly; this tongue-fence hath made me dry. Here come my friends, a goodly company and all thirsty; despatch, man, despatch! [Exit Host: Jonson and Burbage enter together; Fletcher, Dekker, Marston follow; the drawer brings back Chettle his sack.]
Scene II.
Jonson:
I thought we’d find you here, Chettle; but what are you doing?
Chettle:
[Writing.] Writing, lad, for a meal, as a poet must in these niggard-tradesman times.
Burbage:
Have you seen Shakespeare?