Duke. Read them out.
Pet.
As welcome as the gentry's to the town,
After a long and hard vacation:
As welcome as a toss'd ship's to a harbour,
Health to the sick, or a cast suit to a barber:
Or as a good new play is to the times,
When they have long surfeited with base rhymes:
As welcome as the spring is to the year,
So are my friends to me, when I have good cheer.
[While he reads the Antiquary falls asleep.
Duke. Ay, marry, sir, we are doubly beholden to you. What, is Signior Veterano fallen asleep, and at the recitation of such verses? A most inhuman disgrace, and not to be digested!
Pet. Has he wronged me so discourteously? I'll be revenged, by Phœbus.
Leo. But which way can you parallel so foul an injury?
Pet. I'll go in, and make some verses against him.
Duke. That you shall not; 'tis not requital sufficient: I have a better trick than so. Come, bear him in, and you shall see what I will invent for you. This was a wrong and a half. [Exeunt.