[Calling.]
Enter Tremelio.
TREMELIO.
How now, sirrah, dost thou call me?
MOUSE.
You must come to my master, Captain Treble-knave.
TREMELIO.
My lord Segasto, did you send for me?
SEGASTO.
I did, Tremelio. Sirrah, about your business!
MOUSE.
Ay, marry, what’s that, can you tell?
SEGASTO.
No, not well.
MOUSE.
Marry, then, I can; straight to the kitchen-dresser, to John the cook, and get me a good piece of beef and brewis; and then to the buttery-hatch, to Thomas the butler for a jack of beer, and there for an hour I’ll so belabour myself; and therefore, I pray you call me not till you think I have done, I pray you, good master.
SEGASTO.
Well, sir, away. Tremelio, this it is!