BOMELIO. Why, when? I say! LENTULO. Anon, forsooth. BOMELIO. You naughty lout; come out, sir knave, come away. LENTULO. Will you not give one leave to pull down his points? what, an a should his breeches beray? [_Enter_ LENTULO.] BOMELIO. Get you to the market, and buy such things as needful are for us. LENTULO. Such things as needful are for us! and what are those, I pray? First, there is needful for us a pot of porridge, for I had none this many a day; And then, there are needful for us a feather-bed, for I lie on a bottle of hay; And then there is most needful for us a pretty proper wench for to laugh and play. BOMELIO. Go, buy us some victuals, and hie thee home. [_Exit_. LENTULO. Now, farewell, master mine, good gentle master mome. Have you seen such a logger-headed fool, to say: Go, go, good Lentulo, to buy my victuals so, and give me money?--no! But for the name's sake, swounds, I were as good serve a master of clouts. He'll do nothing all day long but sit on his arse, as my mother did when she made pouts: And then a' looks a' this fashion, and thus and thus again; and then, what do ye? By my troth, I stand even thus at him, and laugh at his simplismity. Hath the best manners in the world to bid a man fall to his meat, And then I say: I thank you forsooth, master, and I could tell what to eat. We two, look you--that's I and he--can lie a-bed a whole night and a day, And we eat, and we had it: it vattens a man; look on my cheeks, else, are they not fall'n away? Well, I must jog to the town, and I'll tell you what shift I make there. Marry, ye shall promise me not to steal it away. When I come to a rich man's gate, I make a low leg, and then I knock there; And then I begin to cry in at the keyhole, that I may be sure they shall hear: God save my good master and my good mistress, a poor boy, a piece of bread and meat for God's sake! _Enter_ PENULO. Heigh! merrily trick'd! am I not a knave for the nonce, That can despatch two errands at once? I have both told her even as I should do, And told my young master to meet with him too. Now he, like a gentleman, for the valour of his mind Hath sworn by his honour not to stay long behind. The desire of revenge pricketh him forward so, That I am sure he'll not let but to go, And that with all haste possible he may. Then, tantara-tara, we shall have good play. I like such a knave so can tickle them all, To set noblemen at brabble and brawl. LENTULO. Save you, sir, young master, and you be a gentleman? PENULO. Whoreson peasant, seest thou not what I am? LENTULO. Troth, sir, I see you have a good doublet and a pair of hose; But now-a-days there is so many goes So like gentlemen, that such a poor fellow as I Know not how a gentleman from a knave to spy. PENULO. Thou may'st perceive I am no such companion:[93] I am a gentleman, a courtier, and a merry frank franion.[94]