Bos. Nere the sooner for that, my diminitive youth, for women now adaies weare breeches as well as men; mary, the difference lies in the bawble.
Hostis. Well, sir, to open the truth, I am the Hostesse.
Bos. The fruit is known, by the Tree at the first view, as the Author writes, learnedly; come basilus manus.[238]
Scil. This kissing becomes a Gentleman, ile use it sure.[239]
Bos. Secondly, Mistris Hostesse, I would know what lodging ye have for my Lady and her traine.
Hostis. What will serve your turne, sir?
Bos. Ile call my selfe to account and specifie thus: my Lady and her Dogge, that's two visible; then there's the Dogge and my Lady, thats four invisible; then there's my Ladies dogge and I, quoth the dogge, that's six; then theres sequence of three, viz., the Dogge, and I, and my Lady; then there's a pair of Knaves, viz., the Dogge & my selfe & my Lady turnd up; viz., my Lady sequence of three, a paire of Knaves and my Lady, turn'd up to play upon:—we can have no less than five beds.
Hostis. Truely you must lye close together (the Servants I meane), for I am so thrust with Guest I [c]an hardly spare so many.
Bos. Faith, weele lie together as close as we can; there's my Lady and her dogge lye al together and I at the bed's feete, and theres all our family of Love.[240]
Hostis. How farre is your mistris behinde?