Enter[293] Host. Prentices pass over the stage.
Host. There, there my little lackey boyes, give the word as ye passe, look about to my guests there; score up at the Bar there; again, agen, my fine Mercuries; if youle live in the facultie, be rulde by instructions, you must be eyed like a Serjeant, an eare like a Belfounder, your conscience a Schoolemaister, a knee like a Courtier, a foote[294] like a Lackey, and a tongue like a Lawyere. Away, away, my brave bullies! welcome, sweete Signior, I cannot bow to thy knee, I'me as stout & as stiff as a new made knight, but if I say the word, mine Host bids the Cobler—
Gra. May I crave a word of you, mine Host?
Host. Thou shalt whisper in mine eare, I will see and say little; what I say duns[295] the mouse and welcom, my bullies.
Enter Scillicet and Getica.
Scil. By the torrid zone (sweet heart) I have thought well of you ever since I loved ye, as a man wold say, like a young dancer, out of all measure; if it please you yfaith anything I have promised you ile performe it to a haire, ere to morrow night.
Get. I wounder [sic] I can heare no newes of my man and my puppie.
Scil. Doe you thinke, sweet heart, to be maried by day light or by torch-light?
Get. By night is more Lady-like. Ile have a cryer to cry my puppie sure.
Scil. What thinke ye if we had an offering?