185 Froth. Yes, an’t please you, sir.
Escal. So. What trade are [you] of, sir?
Pom. A tapster; a poor widow’s tapster.
Escal. Your mistress’ name?
Pom. Mistress Overdone.
190 Escal. Hath she had any more than one husband?
Pom. Nine, sir; Overdone by the last.
Escal. Nine! Come hither to me, Master Froth. Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted with tapsters: they will draw you, Master Froth, and you will [hang] 195 them. Get you gone, and let me hear no more of you.
Froth. I thank your worship. For mine own part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, but I am drawn in.
Escal. Well, no more of it, Master Froth: farewell. [[Exit Froth.]] Come you hither to me, Master tapster. II. 1.
200 What’s your name, Master tapster?