Host. How say you, sir, doo you please to sit downe? 695
Eum. Hostes, I thanke you, I have no great stomack.
Host. Pray, sir, what is the reason your maister is so strange? Doth not this meate please him?
Jack. Yes, hostes, but it is my maisters fashion to pay before hee eates, therefore a reckoning, good hostesse. 700
Host. Marry shall you, sir, presently.
Exit.
Eum. Why, Jack, what doost thou meane, thou knowest I have not any money: therefore, sweete Jack, tell me what shall I doo.
Jack. Well, maister, looke in your pursse.[1121]
Eum. Why, faith, it is a follie, for I have no money. 705
Jack. Why, looke you, maister, doo so much for me.