_Mil_.
To that end we came Sir, An hour of freedome's worth an age of juglings.
_Die_.
I am come too Sir, to specifie my Stomach A poor reteiner to your worships bountie.
_Bar_.
And thou shalt have it fill'd my merry _Diego_, My liberal, and my bonny bounteous _Diego_, Even fill'd till it groan again.
_Die_.
Let it have fair play, And if it founder then.--
_Bar_.
I'le tell ye neighbours, Though I were angry yesterday with ye all, And very angry, for methought ye bob'd me.
_Lop_.
No, no, by no means.
_Bar_.
No, when I considered It was a jest, and carried off so quaintly, It made me merry: very merry, Gentlemen, I do confess I could not sleep to think on't, The mirth so tickled me, I could not slumber.
_Lop_.
Good mirth do's work so: honest mirth, Now, should we have meant in earnest--
_Bar_.
You say true neighbour.
_Lop_.
It might have bred such a distast and sowrness, Such fond imaginations in your Brains, Sir, For things thrust home in earnest.--
_Bar_.
Very certain, But I know ye all for merry waggs, and ere long You shall know me too in another fashion, Though y'are pamper'd, ye shall bear part o'th' burthen.
_Enter_ Amaranta, _and_ Leandro.
Come wife; Come bid 'em welcom; Come my Jewel: And Pupil, you shall come too; ne're hang backward, Come, come the woman's pleas'd, her anger's over, Come, be not bashfull.
_Am_.
What do's he prepare here?
Sure there's no meat i'th' house, at least not drest, Do's he mean to mock 'em? or some new bred crotchet Come o're his brains; I do not like his kindness: But silence best becomes me: if he mean foul play, Sure they are enough to right themselves, and let 'em, I'le sit by, so they beat him not to powder.
_Bar_.
Bring in the meat there, ha? Sit down dear neighbour, A little meat needs little Complement, Sit down I say.
_Am_.
What do you mean by this Sir?
_Bar_.
Convey away their weapons handsomely.
_Am_.
You know there's none i'th' house to answer ye, But the poor Girle; you know there's no meat neither.
_Bar_.
Peace and be quiet; I shall make you smoak else, There's men and meat enough, set it down formally.
_Enter_ Algazeirs, _with dishes_.
_Am_.
I fear some lewd trick, yet I dare not speak on't.
_Bar_.
I have no dainties for ye Gentlemen, Nor loads of meat, to make the room smell of 'em.
Only a dish to every man I have dedicated, And if I have pleas'd his appetite.
_Lop_.
O, a Capon, A Bird of grace, and be thy will, I honour it.
_Die_.
For me some fortie pound of lovely Beef, Plac'd in a mediterranean sea of Brewis.
_Bar_.
Fall to, fall to, that we may drink and laugh after, Wait diligently knaves.
_Mil_.
What rare bit's this?
An execution! bless me!