Mer. As long as you will, Sir, before I buy a bargain of such Runts, I'le buy a Colledge for Bears, and live among 'em.
Enter Francisco, Lance, Boy with a Torch.
Fran. How dost thou now?
Lan. Better than I was, and straighter, but my head's a Hogshead still, it rowls and tumbles.
Fran. Thou wert cruelly paid.
Lan. I may live to requite it, put a Snaffle of Sack in my mouth and then ride me very well.
Fran. 'Twas all but sport, I'le tell thee what I mean now, I mean to see this Wench.
Lan. Where a Devil is she? and there were two, 'twere better.
Fran. Dost thou hear the Bell ring?
Lan. Yes, yes.