Cre. That am a guest as well as you.
Slicer. Most noble sons of fortune and of valour,
You grace us with your presence: you must pardon
Our small provision.
Hear. No variety here,
But you, most noble guests, whose gracious looks
Must make a dish or two become a feast.
Have. I'll be as free as 'twere mine own.
Cas. Who thinks
On anything that borders upon sadness,
May he ne'er know what's mirth, but when others
Laugh at his sullen wrinkles.
Have. We will raise
A noise enough to wake an alderman,
Or a cast captain when the reck'ning is
About to pay.
Cre. Hang thinking; 'snigs, I'll be
As merry as a pismire. Come, let's in.
Slicer. Let's march in order military, sirs.
Have. That's well remember'd, most complete lieutenant.
[Exeunt as to the Ordinary.