_Inc._ Not with that Negligent rudeness: But I kiss your hands Signior Don _Incubo de Hambre_, and then My Titles: Master Baily of _Castle-blanco_: Thou ne'r wilt have the elegancy of an Host; I sorrow for thee, as my friend and Gossip: No smoak, nor steam out-breathing from the kitchen? There's little life i'th Hearth then. _Die._ I, there, there, That is his friendship, harkening for the spit, And sorrow that he cannot smell the pot boil. _Inc._ Strange An Inn should be so curst, and not the sign Blasted, nor withered; very strange, three days now, And not an Egg eat in it, nor an Onion. _Die._ I think they ha' strew'd the high-ways with caltraps, I, No horse dares pass 'em; I did never know A week of so sad doings, since I first Stood to my Sign-post. _Inc._ Gossip, I have found The root of all: kneel, [pray,] it is thy self Art cause thereof: each person is the Founder Of his own fortune, good or bad; but mend it, Call for thy Cloak, and Rapier. _Die._ How? _Inc._ Do, call, And put 'em on in haste: Alter thy fortune, By appearing worthy of her: Dost thou think Her good face e'r will know a man in _cuerpo_? In single body, thus? in Hose, and Doublet The horse-boys garb? base blank, and halfe blank _cuerpo_? Did I, or Mr Dean of _Sivil_ our neighbor E'r reach our dignities in _cuerpo_, think'st thou, In squirting Hose and Doublet? Signior, no, There went more to't: there were Cloaks, Gowns, Cassocks, And other _paramentos_; Call, I say, His Cloak, and Rapier here. _Enter_ Hostess. _Host._ What means your Worship? _Inc._ Bring forth thy Husbands Sword: so hang it on, And now his cloak, here cast it up; I mean Gossip, to change your luck, and bring you guests. _Host._ Why? is there charm in this? _Inc._ Expect; now walk, But not the pace of one that runs on errands; For, want of gravity in an Host, is odious: You may remember Gossip, if you please, (Your Wife being then th' Infanta of the Gipsies, And your self governing a great mans Mules then) Me a poor Squire at _Madrid_ attending A Master of Ceremonies; But a man, believe it, That knew his place to the gold weight, and such Have I heard him [oft] say, ought every Host Within the Catholique Kings Dominions Be in his own house. _Die._ How?