Hodge. Go, Hans, make haste again. Come, who lacks work?
Firk. I, master, for I lack my breakfast; ’tis munching-time, and past.
Hodge. Is’t so? why, then leave work, Ralph. To breakfast! Boy, look to the tools. Come, Ralph; come, Firk. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.—The Same.
Enter a Serving-man.
Serv. Let me see now, the sign of the Last in Tower Street. Mass, yonder’s the house. What, haw! Who’s within?
Enter Ralph.
Ralph. Who calls there? What want you, sir?
Serv. Marry, I would have a pair of shoes made for a gentlewoman against to-morrow morning. What, can you do them?