FRAN. This health is pledg'd; And, honest serjeant, how does Master Gripe, The keeper of the Counter? I do protest, I found him always favourable to me, He is an honest man; has often stood to me, And been my friend; and let me go o' trust For victual, when he has denied it knights. But come, Let's pay, and then be gone: th' arrest, you know, Was but a trick to get from nimble Dash, My husband's man. SER. True: but I have an action At suit of Mistress Smell-smock, your quondam bawd: The sum is eight good pound for six weeks' board, And five weeks' loan for a red taffata gown, Bound with a silver lace. FRAN. I do protest, By all the honesty 'twixt thee and me, I got her in that gown in six weeks' space Four pound, and fourteen pence given by a clerk Of an inn-of-chancery that night I came Out of her house; and does the filthy jade Send to me for money?[412] But, honest serjeant, Let me go, and say thou didst not see me, I'll do thee as great a pleasure shortly. SER. Shall we embrace to-night? FRAN. With all my heart. SER. Sit on my knee, and kiss. _Enter_ BEARD. BEARD. What news, boy? why stand you sentinel? DRAWER. Do but conceal yourself, and we shall catch My serjeant napping. BEARD. Shall maids be here deflowered? SER. Now kiss again. DRAWER. Now, now. _Enter_ CAPTAIN, _and seeing the hurly-burly, runs away_. BEARD. Deflower virgins! rogue I avaunt, ye slave, Are maids fit subjects for a serjeant's mace? So now are we once more free: there's for the wine. [_Exit_ SERJEANT. Now to our rendezvous: three pounds in gold These slops[413] contain; we'll quaff in Venice glasses[414], And swear some lawyers are but silly asses. [_Exeunt_ BEARD _and_ FRANCES. _Enter_ CAPTAIN FACE. CAPT. FACE. Is the coast clear? Are these combustions ceas'd? And may we drink canary sack in peace? Shall we have no attendance here, you rogues? Where be these rascals that skip up and down Faster than virginal jacks?[415] Drawers! DRAWER. Sir! CAPT. FACE. On whom wait you, sir rogue? DRAWER. Faith, captain, I attend a conventicle of players. CAPT. FACE. How, players? what is there e'er a cuckold among them? DRAWER. Jove defend else; it stands with policy, That one should be a notorious cuckold, If it be but for the better keeping The rest of his company together. CAPT. FACE. When did you see Sir Theophrastus Slop, The city dog-master? DRAWER. Not to-day, sir. CAPT. FACE. What have you for my supper? DRAWER. Nothing ready, Unless you please to stay the dressing, captain.