Elb. And a half, sir.
Escal. Alas, it hath been great pains to you. They do you wrong to put you so oft upon’t: are there not men II. 1.
250 in your ward sufficient to serve it?
Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters: as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for them; I do it for some piece of money, and go through with all.
Escal. Look you bring me in the names of some six 255 or seven, the most sufficient of your parish.
Elb. To your worship’s house, sir?
Escal. To my house. Fare you well.
Exit Elbow.
What’s o’clock, think you?
Just. Eleven, sir.
260 Escal. I pray you [home] to dinner with me.