SIR ARTH. Is not this the George? Before Jove, there's some villany in this. CHAM. Foot, our sign's removed; this is strange! _Enter_ BLAGUE, _trussing his points_. HOST. Chamberlain, speed[309] up to the new lodgings; Bid Nell look well to the bak'd meat-- How now, my old jennet's back?[310] my house [Is] my castle: lie in Waltham all night, and Not under the canopy of your host Blague's house? SIR ARTH. Mine host, mine host, we lay all night at the George in Waltham; but whether the George be your fee-simple or no, 'tis a question. Look upon your sign. HOST. Body of St George, this is mine over-thwart neighbour hath done this to seduce my blind customers. I'll tickle his catastrophe for this; if I do not indict him at the next assizes for burglary, let me die of the yellows;[311] for I see it is no boot in these days to serve the good Duke of Norfolk. The villanous world is turned mangy;[312] one jade deceives another, and your ostler plays his part commonly for the fourth share. Have we comedies in hand, you whoreson, villanous male London lecher? SIR ARTH. Mine host, we have had the moilingest night of it that ever we had in our lives. HOST. Is it certain? SIR ARTH. We have been in the forest all night almost. HOST. Foot, how did I miss you? Heart! I was stealing of a buck there. SIR ARTH. A plague on you; we were stayed for you. HOST. Were you, my noble Romans? Why, you shall share; the venison is a-footing. _Sine Cerere et Baccho friget Venus_, that is, there is a good breakfast provided for a marriage that is in my house this morning. SIR ARTH. A marriage, mine host! HOST. A conjunction copulative; a gallant match between your daughter and Raymond Mounchensey, young juventus. SIR ARTH. How? HOST. Tis firm; 'tis done. We'll show you a precedent in the civil law fort. SIR RALPH. How! married? HOST. Leave tricks and admiration; there's a cleanly pair of sheets on the bed in the Orchard-chamber, and they shall lie there. What? I'll do it. I serve the good Duke of Norfolk. SIR ARTH. Thou shalt repent this, Blague. SIR RALPH. If any law in England will make thee smart for this, expect it with all severity. HOST. I renounce your defiance; if you parley so roughly, I'll barricado my gates against you. Stand fair, bully; priest, come off from the rearward. What can you say now? 'Twas done in my house. I have shelter in the court for't. Do you see yon bay-window? I serve the good Duke of Norfolk, and 'tis his lodging. Storm, I care not, serving the good Duke of Norfolk. Thou art an actor in this, and thou shalt carry fire in thy face eternally. _Enter_ SMUG, MOUNCHENSEY, HARRY CLARE, _and_ MILLICENT.