Sure though I lye o'th' ground, I'll stay here now And have a sight of him: you'll give me house-room, Fire, and fresh meat, for money, gentle Hostess; And make me a pallat? _Inc._ Sir, she shall do reason.... I understood you had another Guest, Gossips, Pray you let his Mule be lookt to, have good straw, And store of bran: And Gossip, do you hear, Let him not stay for supper: What good Fowl ha' you? This Gentleman would eat a Pheasant. _Host._ 'Lass Sir; We ha' no such. _Inc._ I kiss your hands fair Sir. What ha you then? speak what you have? I'm one Sir Here for the Catholique King, an Officer T' enquire what guests come to these places; you Sir Appear a person of quality, and 'tis fit You be accommodated: why speak you not, What ha' you Woman? are you afraid to vent That which you have? _Phil._ This is a most strange man; T' appoint my meat. _Host._ The half of a cold hen, Sir, And a boil'd quarter of Kid, is all i'th' house. _Inc._ Why all's but cold; let him see it forth, Cover, and give the eye some satisfaction, A Travellers stomach must see bread and salt, His belly is nearer to him, than his kindred; Cold hen's a pretty meat Sir. _Phi._ What you please; I am resolv'd t' obey. _Inc._ So is your Kid, With Pepper, Garlick, and the juyce of an Orange: She shall with Sallads help it, and clean linnen; Dispatch; what news at Court Sir? _Phi._ Faith, new tires Most of the Ladies have, the men old Suits: Only the Kings Fool has a new Coat To serve you. _Inc._ I did guess you came from thence, Sir. _Phi._ But I do know I did not. _Inc._ I mistook Sir. What hear you of the Archdukes? _Phi._ Troth your question. _Enter Hostess and Servants with Table._ _Inc._ Of the _French_ business, What? _Phi._ As much. _Inc._ No more? They say the _French_: Oh that's well: come, I'll help you: Have you no Jiblets now? or a broil'd rasher. Or some such present dish t' assist? _Host._ Not any Sir. _Inc._ The more your fault: you nev'r should be without Such aids: what cottage would ha' lack'd a Pheasant At such a time as this? well, bring your Hen, And Kid forth quickly. _Phi._ That should be my prayer To scape his Inquisition. _Inc._ Sir, the _French_, They say are divided 'bout their match with us, What think you of it. _Phi._ As of naught to me, Sir. _Inc._ Nay, it's as little to me too: but I love To ask after these things, to know the affections Of States and Princes, now and then for bettring. _Phi._ Of your own ignorance. _Inc._ Yes Sir: _Phi._ Many do so. _Inc._ I cannot live without it: what do you hear Of our _Indian_ Fleet; they say they are well return'd. _Phi._ I had no venture with 'em Sir; had you?