_Fran_. I did but lay the law open to him, as they say, whereby to get our money in: But if you knew how he had used me, husband! _Bib_. Has he used you, Frances? put so much more into his bill for lodging. _Lov_. Honest Will, and so he died[A]; I thank thee, little Bibber, being sober, and, when I am drunk, I will kiss thee for't. [Footnote A: This expression seems proverbial.] _Bib_. Thank me, and pay me my money, sir; though I could not forbear my jest, I do not intend to lose by you; if you pay me not the sooner, I must provide you another lodging; say I give you warning. _Lov_. Against next quarter, landlord? _Bib_. Of an hour, sir. _Lov_. That's short warning, Will. _Bib_. By this hand you shall up into the garret, where the little bed is; I'll let my best room to a better pay-master: you know the garret, sir? _Franc_. Aye, he knows it, by a good token, husband. _Lov_. I sweat to think of that garret, Will; thou art not so unconscionable to put me there? Why, 'tis a kind of little ease[B], to cramp thy rebellious prentices in; I have seen an usurer's iron chest would hold two on't: A penny looking-glass cannot stand upright in the window, that and the brush tills it: the hat-case must be disposed under the bed, and the comb-case will hang down, from the ceiling to the floor. If I chance to dine in my chamber, I must stay till I am empty before I can get out: and if I chance to spill the chamber-pot, it will overflow it from top to bottom. [Footnote B: A kind of dungeon, so called from its construction.] _Bib_. Well, for the description of the garret, I'll bate you something of the bill. _Lov_. All, all, good Will; or, to stay thy fury till my rents come up, I will describe thy little face. _Bib_. No, rather describe your own little money; I am sure that's so little it is not visible. _Lov_. You are in the right, I have not a cross at present, as I am a sinner; an you will not believe me, I'll turn my pockets inside outward--Ha! What's the meaning of this? my pockets heavy! has my small officer put in counters to abuse me?--How now! yellow boys, by this good light? sirrah, varlet, how came I by this gold? Ha! _Boy_. What gold do you mean, sir? the devil a piece you had this morning. In these last three weeks, I have almost forgot what my teeth were made for; last night good Mrs Bibber here took pity on me, and crumm'd me a mess of gruel with the children, and I popt and popt my spoon three or four times to my mouth, before I could find the way to't. _Lov_. 'Tis strange, how I should come by so much money! [_Aside_.] Has there been nobody about my chamber this morning, landlady? _Boy_. O yes, sir; I forgot to tell you that: This morning a strange fellow, as ever eyes beheld, would needs come up to you, when you were asleep; but when he came down again, he said, he had not waked you.