TEN. But where?
VAN. Why, here in this place: this is Lady Fortune's palace.
TEN. Is this? Ah, goodly Lord, how gay it is!
Now hope I sure of money not to miss.
So law, my zon, ich will go rest myself a while,
And come again. [Exit.
VAN. Do so. Now sure this coistrel makes me smile,
To see his greedy gaping thus for gain,
First hardly got, then kept with harder pain,
As you ere long by proof shall see full plain.
TEN. This is mine old inn; here chill knock. Holla, ho!
HOST. What roister have we there, that rappeth so?
POST. How now, sirrah, what lack you?
TEN. Lodging.
POST. Lodging? there is none: all is full.
TEN. How so?