Enter Ursula.
Good morrow, hostess.
Ursula. Good morrow, sir.
[Surprised.
Roger. Look not
Askance upon my way-worn clothes; there's gold
To pay my reckoning.
[Throwing money down.
Ursula. Your pardon, sir;
I marveled, sir, so fine a gentleman
Should be so travel-stained. What will you have?
Roger. Bring me a cup of sherris-sack.