BOY. Why, they say that, when anything hath a fall, it is cheap; and so of drunkards.
FRAN. Go to, help him up: [Knocking without] but, hark, who knocks?
[BOY goes to the door, and returns.]
BOY. Sir, here's one of Master Barnes's men with a letter to my old master.
FRAN. Which of them is it?
BOY. They call him Nicholas, sir.
FRAN. Go, call him in.
[Exit BOY.]
Enter COOMES.
COOMES. By your leave, ho! How now, young master, how is't?