he is, go in, ile follow you; [_Strive curtesies_.
Nay straine no curtesie, you shall goe before.

_Mer_. Your welcome, neighbour, you are welcome, sir;
I praie sit downe, your verie welcome both.

_Beech_. We thanke you for it, and we thinke no lesse.
Now fill two cans of your ould strongest beare;
That make so manie loose their little wits,
And make indentures as they go along.

_Mer_. Hoe, sister _Rachell_!

_Rach_. I come presently,

_Enter Rachell_.

_Mer_. Goe draw these gentlemen two cans of beare.
Your negligence that cannot tend the shop,
Will make our customers forsake the house.
Wheres _Harry Williams_ that he staies not here?

_Rach_. My selfe was busie dressing up the house:
As for your man he is not verie well,
But sitteth sleeping by the kitchen fier.

_Mer_. If you are busie, get you up againe; [_Exit_.
Ile draw my neighbours then their drinke my selfe,
Ile warrant you as good as any mans,--
And yet no better; many have the like.
[_Exit for Beare_.

_Neigh_. This showes him for a plain and honest man,
That will not flatter with too many wordes;
Some shriltong'd fellowes would have cogd and faind,
Saying, ile draw the best in Christendome.

_Beech_. Hees none of those, but beares an honest minde,
And shames to utter what he cannot prove.

_Enter Merry_.

But here he comes: is that the best you have?

_Mer_. It is the best upon mine honest worde.

_Beech_. Then drinke to us.

_Mer_. I drinke unto you both.

_Nei_. _Beech_. We pledge you both, and thanke you hartelie.

_Beech_. Heres to you sir.

_Neigh_. I thank you.

[_Maister Beech drinkes; drinke Neighbour_.

_Neigh_. Tis good indeed and I had rather drinke
Such beare as this as any _Gascoine_ Wine:
But tis our _English_ manner to affect
Strange things, and price them at a greater rate,
Then home-bred things of better consequence.

_Mer_. Tis true indeede; if all were of your mind,
My poore estate would sooner be advanc'd,
And our French Marchants seeke some other trade.

_Beech_. Your poore estate! nay, neighbour, say not so,
For God be thanked you are well to live.

_Mer_. Not so good neighbour, but a poore young man,
That would live better if I had the meanes:
But as I am I can content myselfe,
Till God amend my poore abilitie.

_Neigh_. In time no doubt; why, man, you are but young,
And God, as