FRANCIS.
O Lord, sir, who do you mean?
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?