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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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