Serv. I have a concupiscent forme of trust in your skil, it will malladise.
Citty wi. I, feare not, put both your concupisences in me for that matter.
Serv. The generous will disburse coynage for satisfaction of your metaphisicall endevour.
Scil. Yes, yes, I will discharge all.
Cittie wife. Wee make no doubt of that; come into a chamber, ye shall lye downe awhile; perhaps youle bee stiffe anon, then you shall use your legges, the more you strive with it the better. Alas, good hearts!
[Exeunt.
Phy. Sol, sol, la! Tapster, give attendance! Gentlemen, I hope all we are friends, the welkin is skie colour still, and men must grow by degrees; you must pardon me, I must sp—speak my minde.
Grac. The uttermost of your minde at this time cannot be offensive.
Phy. The fryer was in the—sol, sol, draw the tother quart. I hope you are not angrie gallants; and ye come to my lodging, ye shall be welcome; my Hostes shall bid you welcome, shee's a good wench; if I say the word, she wil fa—fullfill it.
Acut. Sirra drawer, for the other thats a sleepe; let him so remaine; for the Dog, let him be bound to a post for his appearance, till I take order for his undooing.