Drawer. Sir!
Capt. Face. On whom wait you, sir rogue?
Drawer. Faith, captain,
I attend a conventicle of players.
Capt. Face. How, players? what is there e'er a cuckold among them?
Drawer. Jove defend else; it stands with policy,
That one should be a notorious cuckold,
If it be but for the better keeping
The rest of his company together.
Capt. Face. When did you see Sir Theophrastus Slop,
The city dog-master?
Drawer. Not to-day, sir.
Capt. Face. What have you for my supper?
Drawer. Nothing ready,
Unless you please to stay the dressing, captain.
Capt. Face. Zounds! stay the dressing! you damned rogue,
What, shall I wait upon your greasy cook,
And wait his leisure? go down stairs, rogue;
Now all her other customers be serv'd,
Ask, if your mistress have a snip of mutton
Yet left for me.