PRINCE.
Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink, for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet will sully. In Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.
FRANCIS.
What, sir?
POINS.
[within.] Francis!
PRINCE.
Away, you rogue! Dost thou not hear them call?
[Here they both call him; the Drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to go.]
Enter Vintner.
VINTNER.
What, stand’st thou still, and hear’st such a calling? Look to the guests within.
[Exit Francis.]
My lord, old Sir John with half-a-dozen more are at the door. Shall I let them in?
PRINCE.
Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.