Tire-man. Sir, the gentlemen will be angry if you sit here.
Sly. Why, we may sit upon the stage at the private house.[328] Thou dost not take me for a country gentleman, dost? dost think I fear hissing?[329] I’ll hold my life thou tookest me for one of the players.
Tire-man. No, sir.
Sly. By God’s slid, if you had, I would have given you but sixpence[330] for your stool. Let them that have stale suits sit in the galleries. Hiss at me! He that will be laughed out of a tavern or an ordinary, shall seldom feed well, or be drunk in good company.—Where’s Harry Condell, Dick Burbadge, and William Sly? Let me speak with some of them. 14
Tire-man. An’t please you to go in, sir, you may.
Sly. I tell you, no: I am one that hath seen this play often, and can give them intelligence for their action: I have most of the jests here in my table-book.
Enter Sinklo.[331]
Sinklo. Save you, coz!
Sly. O, cousin, come, you shall sit between my legs here. 21
Sinklo. No, indeed, cousin: the audience then will take me for a viol-de-gambo, and think that you play upon me.