Burbage:
We must be ready: we may be summoned any day to play at Court: I have the order.
Jonson:
What’s Chettle chuckling over there?
Chettle:
[Looking up from his writing.] Angling for supper, lads; just a snack.
Dekker:
Let’s see Chettle’s snack.
Fletcher:
[Pounces on the paper and reads.] It’s a letter to Mistress Tagge of the “Tabard.”