The Bell rings.
[Bar-keeper without.] Where a Pox are you all; must Company wait an Hour for a Room?
[A noise of Drawers.] Coming, coming, coming, Sir.
Enter a Drawer with Lights, Shrimp, Knapsack, and Master Totty.
Draw. Please to be here, Gentlemen?
Shr. What's become of your Beau-Drawer, that wore a long Spanish Wig, lac'd Linnen, silk Stockings, and a Patch?
Draw. He happen'd, Sir, to make bold with a silver Monteth, and is gone for a Soldier—What Wine are you for Gentlemen?
Shr. [Aside to the Drawer.] D'you know Sir Harry Sprightly, Friend?
Draw. Yes, Sir.
Shr. What Wine does he drink?