_The._ What do you here then? _Ar._ Why I am sent for To Supper with the Duke. _The._ Have you no meat at home? Or do you long to feed as hunted Deer do, In doubt and fear? _Ar._ I have an excellent stomach, And can I use it better Than among my friends, Boy? How do the Wenches? _The._ They do well enough, Sir, They know the worst by this time: pray be rul'd, Sir, Go home again, and if ye have a Supper, Eat it in quiet there: this is no place for ye, Especially at this time, Take my word for't. _Ar._ May be they'll drink hard; I could have drunk my share, Boy. Though I am old, I will not out. _The._ I hope you will. Hark in your ear: the Court's Too quick of hearing. _Ar._ Not mean me well? Thou art abus'd and cozen'd. Away, away. _The._ To that end Sir, I tell ye. Away, if you love your self. _Ar._ Who dare do these things, That ever heard of honesty? _The._ Old Gentleman, Take a fools counsel. _Ar._ 'Tis a fools indeed; A very fools: thou hast more of These flams in thee, these musty doubts: Is't fit the Duke send for me, And honour me to eat within his presence, And I, like a tale fellow, play at bo-peep With his pleasure? _The._ Take heed Of bo-peep with your pate, your pate, Sir, I speak plain language now. _Ar._ If 'twere not here, Where reverence bids me hold, I would so swinge thee, thou rude, Unmanner'd Knave; take from his bounty, His honour that he gives me, to beget Sawcy, and sullen fears? _The._ You are not mad sure: By this fair light, I speak But what is whisper'd, And whisper'd for a truth. _Ar._ A Dog: drunken people, That in their Pot see visions, And turn states, mad-men and Children: Prethee do not follow me; I tell thee I am angry: Do not follow me. _The._ I am as angry As you for your heart, I and as wilful too: go, like a Wood-cock, And thrust your neck i'th' noose. _Ar._ I'le kill thee, And thou speakst but three words more. Do not follow me. [_Exit._ _The._ A strange old foolish fellow: I shall hear yet, And if I do not my part, hiss at me. [_Exit._ SCENE V. _Enter two Servants preparing a Banquet._ _1 Serv._ Believe me fellow here will be lusty drinking. Many a washt pate in Wine I warrant thee. _2 Ser._ I am glad the old General's come: upon my Conscience That joy will make half the Court drunk. Hark the Trumpets, They are coming on; away. _1 Ser._ We'll have a rowse too. [_Exeunt._ _Enter Duke_, Archas, Burris, Boroskie, _Attend. Gent._ _Duke._ Come seat your selves: Lord _Archas_ sit you there. _Ar._ 'Tis far above my worth. _Duke._ I'le have it so: Are all things ready? _Bor._ All the Guards are set, The Court Gates are shut. _Duke._ Then do as I prescrib'd ye. Be sure no further. _Bor._ I shall well observe ye.