[Turning away.]
In good time!
Come after me and Nick, now. Follow all;
Come boys, come, pack!
[Exit Wat, still descanting. Exeunt most of the Taverners, with the Prentice. Simeon Dyer draws near The Player, regarding him gravely. Chiffin sells ballads to those who go out. Dickon is about to follow them, when Tobias stops him.]
Tobias.
What? Not so fast, you there;
Who gave you holiday? Bide by the inn;
Tend on our gentry.
[Exit after the crowd.]
Chiffin. Ballads, gentlemen?
Ballads, new ballads?
Simeon [to The Player.]
With your pardon, sir,
I am gratified to note your abstinence
From this deplorable fond merriment
Of baiting of a bear.
The Player. Your friendship then
Takes pleasure in the heaviness of my legs.
But I am weary I would see the bear.
Nay, rest you happy; malt shall comfort us.
Simeon.
You do mistake me. I am—
Chiffin. Ballad, sir?
"How a Young Spark would Woo a Tanner's Wife,
And She Sings Sweet in Turn."