Get.  That were most base yfaith.

Scil.  Base, slid, I cannot tel if it were as base as a sagbut, ile be sworne tis as common as a whore, tis even as common to see a Bason at a Church doore, as a Box at a Playhouse.

Get.  It greeves me not so much for my man as for my puppie; my man can shift for himself, but my poore puppie! truely I thinke I must take Phisicke even for feare, sweetheart.

Host.  Tut, tut, ile warrant thee ile be as close as a bawd, ile keepe mine owne counsell, be merrie and close;[296] merrie hart lives long, let my guests take no wrong, & welcome, my bullie. [Exit.

Grac.  There’s none ment, beleeve it, sir.

Scil.  Signor, by the welkin, well met, what all three so luckely?

    Enter Servulus.

Ser.  Gallants, saving the Ceremonie, Stroke your haire up and admire, forsweare sacke.

Scil.  Foresweare Sacke! slid, not for the spending of two farmes more, if they were come into my hands once.

Ser.  I say be astonisht and forsweare sacke, for by the combustion influence of sacke five men lye breathlesse ready to be folded in the terrestiall element.

Grac.  Five slaine with Sacke! ist possible?

Ser.  These eyes are testators.

Scil.  Nay, then tis so.

Getica.  Sir, you have not heard of a puppie in your travels?

Grac.  No indeede, Gentlewoman.

Ser.  Five, beleeve me, Sir.

Acu.  Five of one, oh devil! 
What limme of him but a complete Villaine! 
A tongue prophaner then Idolatrie,
His eye a beacon fixed in his place
Discovering illes, but hood-winked unto grace;
His heart a nest of vice kept by the Devill,
His good is none at all, his all is evill.

    Enter[297] Hostess.

Hostis.  Oh, the father!  Gallants, yonders the most hard favourd newes walkes the streetes, seaven men going to their graves, that dyed with drinking and bisseling.[298]

Acut.  Good, still, nay then I see the devill has some power over a woman more then a man.  Seaven! t’will be more anon.

Get.  Now I beseech Bacchus my puppie has not overseene[299] himself.

Scil.  This is verie strange.

Hostis.  And as true a report, I assure you.

    Enter City-Wife[300]

Cittie wife.  Out alas, where’s my Gosip?  Oh woman! have you not heard the newes?

Hostis.  Yes, I have heard on’t.

Cittie wife.  Oh, woman, did your child’s child ever see the like? nine men to bee buried too day, that drunk healthes last night.

Acut.  Better and better, goodnes never mends so fast in the carrying:  nine!

Cittie wife.  They say one is your guest, Philautus.