et 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!
_Bar_.
Nay take it to ye,
There's no avoiding it, 'tis somewhat tough Sir,
But a good stomach will endure it easily,
The sum is but a thousand duckets Sir.
_Ars_.
A Capias from my Surgeon, and my Silk-man!
_Bar_.
Your carefull makers, but they have mar'd your diet.
Stir not, your Swords are gone: there's no avoiding me,
And these are Algazeirs, do you hear that passing bell?
_Lop_.
A strong Citation, bless me!
_Bar_.
Out with your Beads, Curate,
The Devil's in your dish: bell, book, and Candle.
_Lop_.
A warrant to appear before the Judges!
I must needs rise, and turn to th' wall.
_Bar_.
Ye need not,
Your fear I hope will make ye find your Breeches.
_All_.
We are betrai'd.
_Bar_.
Invited do not wrong me,
Fall to, good Guests, you have diligent men about ye,
Ye shall want nothing that may persecute ye,
These will not see ye start; Have I now found ye?
Have I requited ye? You fool'd the Lawyer,
And thought it meritorious to abuse him,
A thick ram-headed knave: you rid, you spur'd him,
And glorified your wits, the more ye wronged him;
Within this hour ye shall have all your Creditours,
A second dish of new debts, come upon ye,
And new invitements to the whip, _Don Diego_,
And Excommunications for the learned Curate,
A Masque of all your furies shall dance to ye.
_Ars_.
You dare not use us thus?
_Bar_.
You shall be bob'd, Gentlemen,
Stir, and as I have a life, ye goe to prison,
To prison, without pitie instantly,
Before ye speak another word to
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