_Enter_[293] _Host. Prentices pass over the stage_. _Host_. There, there my little lackey boyes, give the word as ye passe, look about to my guests there; score up at the Bar there; again, agen, my fine Mercuries; if youle live in the facultie, be rulde by instructions, you must be eyed like a Serjeant, an eare like a Belfounder, your conscience a Schoolemaister, a knee like a Courtier, a foote[294] like a Lackey, and a tongue like a Lawyere. Away, away, my brave bullies! welcome, sweete Signior, I cannot bow to thy knee, I'me as stout & as stiff as a new made knight, but if I say the word, mine Host bids the Cobler-- _Gra_. May I crave a word of you, mine Host? _Host_. Thou shalt whisper in mine eare, I will see and say little; what I say duns[295] the mouse and welcom, my bullies. _Enter Scillicet and Getica_. _Scil_. By the torrid zone (sweet heart) I have thought well of you ever since I loved ye, as a man wold say, like a young dancer, out of all measure; if it please you yfaith anything I have promised you ile performe it to a haire, ere to morrow night. _Get_. I wounder [_sic_] I can heare no newes of my man and my puppie. _Scil_. Doe you thinke, sweet heart, to be maried by day light or by torch-light? _Get_. By night is more Lady-like. Ile have a cryer to cry my puppie sure. _Scil_. What thinke ye if we had an offering? _Get_. That were most base yfaith. _Scil_. Base, slid, I cannot tel if it were as base as a sagbut, ile be sworne tis as common as a whore, tis even as common to see a Bason at a Church doore, as a Box at a Playhouse. _Get_. It greeves me not so much for my man as for my puppie; my man can shift for himself, but my poore puppie! truely I thinke I must take Phisicke even for feare, sweetheart. _Host_. Tut, tut, ile warrant thee ile be as close as a bawd, ile keepe mine owne counsell, be merrie and close;[296] merrie hart lives long, let my guests take no wrong, & welcome, my bullie. [_Exit_. _Grac_. There's none ment, beleeve it, sir. _Scil_. Signor, by the welkin, well met, what all three so luckely? _Enter Servulus_. _Ser_. Gallants, saving the Ceremonie, Stroke your haire up and admire, forsweare sacke. _Scil_. Foresweare Sacke! slid, not for the spending of two farmes more, if they were come into my hands once. _Ser_. I say be astonisht and forsweare sacke, for by the combustion influence of sacke five men lye breathlesse ready to be folded in the terrestiall element. _Grac_. Five slaine with Sacke! ist possible? _Ser_. These eyes are testators. _Scil_. Nay, then tis so. _Getica_. Sir, you have not heard of a puppie in your travels? _Grac_. No indeede, Gentlewoman. _Ser_. Five, beleeve me, Sir. _Acu_. Five of one, oh devil! What limme of him but a complete Villaine! A tongue prophaner then Idolatrie, His eye a beacon fixed in his place Discovering illes, but hood-winked unto grace; His heart a nest of vice kept by the Devill, His good is none at all, his all is evill.