RAVEN. I think so: how could you find it? for you know, it stands behind the houses.
DOGSON.
Mass, that’s true; then we must look ath’ back-side fort.
Sfoot, here’s nothing, all’s bare.
RAVEN. I warrant thee, that stands for the Counter, for you know there’s a company of bare fellows there.
PUT. Faith, like enough, Sergeant; I never marked so much before. Sirrah Sergeant, and Yeoman, I should love these Maps out a cry now, if we could see men peep out of door in em: oh, we might have em in a morning to our Break-fast so finely, and ne’er knock our heels to the ground a whole day for em.
RAVEN. Aye, marry, sir, I’d buy one then my self. But this talk is by the way: where shall’s sup to night? Five pound receiv’d! let’s talk of that. I have a trick worth all: you two shall bear him to ’th Tavern, whilst I go close with his Hostess, and work out of her. I know she would be glad of the sum to finger money, because she knows tis but a desperate debt, and full of hazard. What will you say, if I bring it to pass that the Hostess shall be contented with one half for all; and we to share tother fifty-shillings, bullies?
PUT. Why, I would call thee King of Sergeants, and thou shouldst be Chronicled in the Counter book for ever.
RAVEN.
Well, put it to me, we’ll make a Night on’t, yfaith.
DOGSON.
Sfoot, I think he receives a more money, he stays so long.
PUT. He tarries long, indeed: may be, I can tell you, upon the good liking ont the Gentleman may prove more bountiful.
RAVEN.
That would be rare; we’ll search him.