_Old mer._ Hang bread and supper, let's preserve our mirth, and we shall never feel hunger, I'll warrant you, let's have a Catch, boy follow me, come sing this Catch. _Ho, ho, no body at home, meat, nor drink, nor money ha we none, fill the pot_ Eedy, _never more need I_. _Old mer._ So boyes enough, follow me, let's change our place and we shall laugh afresh. [_Exeunt._ _Wife._ Let him go _George_, a shall not have any countenance from us, not a good word from any i'th' Company, if I may strike stroke in't. _Cit._ No more, a shannot love; but _Nell_, I will have _Rafe_ do a very notable matter now, to the eternal honour and glory of all _Grocers_: sirrah, you there, boy, can none of you hear? _Boy._ Sir, your pleasure. _Cit._ Let _Rafe_ come out on May day in the morning, and speak upon a Conduit with all his Scarfs about him, and his Feathers, and his Rings, and his Knacks. _Boy._ Why sir, you do not think of our plot, what will become of that then? _Cit._ Why sir, I care not what become on't, I'll have him come out, or I'll fetch him out my self, I'll have something done in honor of the City: besides he hath been long enough upon Adventures, bring him out quickly, [or if] I come [in] amongst you-- _Boy._ Well sir, he shall come out, but if our Play miscarry, Sir you are like to pay for't. [_Exit._ _Cit._ Bring him away then. _Wife._ This will be brave i'faith: _George_ shall not he dance the Morrice too for the credit of the Strand. _Cit._ No sweet-heart it will be too much for the boy. O there he is _Nell_, he's reasonable well in reparel, but he has not Rings enough. _Enter_ Rafe.