_Host._ I do not like his visits, commonly He comes by Owl-light, both the time and manner Is suspitious; I do not like it. _Bian._ Sir, the Gentleman Is every way so noble, that you need not Question his intent of coming, though you did; Pray Sir preserve that good opinion of me, That though the custome of the place I was born in, Makes me familiar to every guest, I shall in all things keep my self a stranger To the vices they bring with them. _Hostis._ Right my daughter: She has the right strain of her Mother. _Host._ Of her Mother? And I would speak, I know from whence she took it; When I was as young, I was as honest. _Hostess._ Leave your prating. And study to be drunk; and abuse your guests over and over. _Enter_ Forobosco, _and_ Clown. _Host._ Peace Wife. My honorable guest. _Foro._ My indear'd Landlord? And the rest o'th' complements o'th' house. _Host._ Breakfast is ready Sir; It waites only the tide of your stomach. _Clow._ And mine gapes for't like a stale Oyster. Ere you go to bed, fail not of that I pray. [--_Exeunt all but_ Forobosco, _and_ Clown. _Foro._ We will instantly be with you; Now we are all fellows. Nine a Clock, and no Clyents come Yet, sure thou do'st not set up bills enough. _Clow._ I have set up bills in abundance. _Foro._ What Bills? _Clow._ Marry for curing of all diseases, Recovery of stoln goods, And a thousand such impossibilities. _Foro._ The place is unlucky. _Clow._ No certain, 'tis scarcity of mony; do not you hear the Lawyers complain of it? Men have as much Malice as ever they had to wrangle, but they have no Mony: Whither should this Mony be travell'd? _Foro._ To the Devil I think. _Clow._ 'Tis with his Cofferer I am certain, that's the Usurer. _Foro._ Our cheating does not prosper so well as it was wont to do. _Clow._ No sure, why in _England_ we coo'd cozen 'em as familiarly, as if we had travell'd with a Brief, or a Lottery. _Foro._ I'th' Low-countries we did pretty well. _Clow._ So so: as long as we kept the Mop-headed butter-boxes sober; marry when they were drunk, then they grew buzards: You should have them reel their heads together, and deliberate; your _Dutchman_ indeed, when he is foxt, is like a Fox; for when he's sunk in drink, quite earth to a Mans thinking, 'tis full Exchange time with him, then he's subtlest; but your _Switzer_, 'twas nothing to cheat him. _Foro._ Nothing? _Clow._ No, nor conscience to be made of it; for since nature afore-hand cozen'd him of his wit, 'twas the less sin for us to cozen him of his Mony.