_Enter Hostess and Servants with meat._ _Inc._ Why do you ask Sir? _Phi._ 'Cause it might concern you, It does not me. _Inc._ Oh here's your meat come. _Phi._ Thanks, I welcome it at any price. _Inc._ Some stools here, And bid mine Host bring Wine, I'll try your Kid, If he be sweet: he looks well, yes, he is good; I'll carve you Sir. _Phi._ You use me too too Princely: Tast, and carve too. _Inc._ I love to do these Offices. _Phi._ I think you do: for whose sake? _Inc._ For themselves Sir, The very doing of them is reward. _Phi._ 'Had little faith would not believe you, Sir. _Inc._ Gossip, some Wine. _Enter_ Diego _with Wine._ _Die._ Here 'tis: and right _St. Martyn_. _Inc._ Measure me out a glass. _Phi._ I love the humanity Us'd in this place: _Inc._ Sir, I salute you here. _Phil._ I kiss your hands Sir. _Inc._ Good wine, it will beget an appetite: Fill him, and sit down, Gossip, entertain Your noble guest here, as becomes your title. _Die._ Please you to like this Wine Sir? _Phi._ I dislike Nothing mine Host, but that I may not see Your conceal'd guest: here's to you. _Die._ In good faith Sir; I wish you as well as him: would you might see him _Inc._ And wherefore may he not: _Die._ 'Has lock'd himself Sir Up, and has hir'd both the beds o' my wife At extraordinary rate. _Phil._ I'll give as much If that will do't, for one, as he for both; What say you mine Host, the door once open I'll fling my self upon the next bed to him And there's an end of me till morning; noise I will make none _Die._ I wish your worship well--but _Inc._ His honor is engag'd: And my she-Gossip Hath past her promise, hath she not? _Die._ Yes truly: _Inc._ That toucheth to the credit of the house: Well, I will eat a little, and think: how say you Sir Unto this brawn o'th' Hen? _Phi._ I ha' more mind To get this bed Sir. _Inc._ Say you so: Why then Giv't me agen, and drink to me: mine Host Fill him his Wine: thou'rt dull, and dost not praise it, I eat but to teach you the way Sir. _Phil._ Sir: Find but the way to lodge me in this chamber I'll give mine Host two Duckets for his bed, And you Sir two _Reals_: here's to you-- _Inc._ Excuse me, I am not mercenary: Gossip pledge him for me, I'll think a little more; but ev'n one bit And then talk on: you cannot interrupt me. _Die._ This piece of wine Sir, cost me-- _Inc._ Stay: I have found: This little morsel, and then: here's excellent garlick: Have you not a bunch of grapes now: or some Bacon To give the mouth a relish? _Die._ Wife, do you hear? _Inc._ It is no matter: Sir give mine Host your Duckets. _Die._ How Sir?