Hostess, hostess.

 

Enter Tib

 

TIB. What say you, sir?

BOB. A cup o' thy small beer, sweet hostess.

TIB. Sir, there's a gentleman below would speak with you.

BOB. A gentleman! 'Ods so, I am not within.

TIB. My husband told him you were, sir.

BOB. What a plague – what meant he?

MAT Within. Captain Bobadil?

BOB. Who's there? Take away the basin, good hostess. Come up, sir.

TIB. He would desire you to come up, sir. You come into a cleanly house, here.

 

Enter Matthew

 

MAT. 'Save you, sir. 'Save you, captain.

BOB. Gentle Master Matthew! Is it you, sir? Please you sit down.

MAT. Thank you, good captain; you may see, I am somewhat audacious.

BOB. Not so, sir. I was requested to supper last night by a sort of gallants, where you were wished for, and drunk too, I assure you.

MAT. Vouchsafe me, by whom, good captain.

BOB. Marry, by young Wellbred, and others. Why, hostess, a stool here, for this gentleman.

MAT. No haste, sir, 'tis very well.

BOB. Body of me! It was so late ere we parted last night, I can scarce open my eyes yet; I was but new risen as you came: how passes the day abroad, sir? You can tell.

MAT. Faith, some half-hour to seven: now trust me, you have an exceeding fine lodging here, very neat, and private!

BOB. Aye, sir: sit down, I pray you. Master Matthew, in any case, possess no gentlemen of our acquaintance with notice of my lodging.

MAT. Who? I sir? No.

BOB. Not that I need to care who know it, for the cabin is convenient, but in regard I would not be too popular, and generally visited, as some are.

MAT. True, captain, I conceive you.

BOB. For, do you see, sir, by the heart of valour in me (except it be to some peculiar and choice spirits, to whom I am extraordinarily engaged, as yourself, or so) I could not extend thus far.

MAT.