Enter CLOWN.
ILF. But stay, here is a scrape-trencher arrived:
How now, blue-bottle,[332] are you of the house?
CLOWN. I have heard of many black-jacks, sir, but never of a blue-bottle.
ILF. Well, sir, are you of the house?
CLOWN. No, sir, I am twenty yards without, and the house stands without me.
BAR. Prythee, tell's who owes[333] this building?
CLOWN. He that dwells in it, sir.
ILF. Who dwells in it, then?
CLOWN. He that owes it.
ILF. What's his name?