ILF. Ha, ha, ha!
Enter SCARBOROW.
BAR. Why dost laugh, Frank?
ILF. To see that we and usurers live by the fall of young heirs, as swine by the dropping of acorns. But he's come. Where be these rogues: shall we have no 'tendance here?
SCAR. Good day, gentlemen.
ILF. A thousand good days, my noble bully, and as many good fortunes as there were grasshoppers in Egypt, and that's covered over with good luck. But nouns, pronouns and participles! where be these rogues here? what, shall we have no wine here?
Enter DRAWER.
DRAW. Anon, anon, sir.
ILF. Anon, goodman rascal, must we stay your leisure? give't us by and by, with a pox to you.
SCAR. O, do not hurt the fellow.