Act 3. Scene 4 -

Credulous, Hearsay, Slicer , to them Sir Thomas Bitefig, Haveatall, Caster , as to the Ordinary.

Cred. You're welcome friends, as I may say — —
Hear. You do forget.
Cred. — — That am a guest as well as you.
Slic. Most noble sons of Fortune, and of Valour,
You grace us with your presence: you must pardon
Our small provision.
Hear. No variety here
But you most noble guests, whose gracious looks
Must make a dish or two become a feast.
Have. I'l be as free as 'twere mine own.
Cast. Who thinks
On any thing that borders upon sadnesse
May he ne'r know what's mirth, but when others
Laugh at his sullen wrinkles.
Have. We will raise
A noise enough to wake an Alderman,
Or a cast Captaine, when the reck'ning is
About to pay.
Cre. Hang thinking, 'snigs I'l be
As merry as a Pismire; come let's in.
Slic. Let's march in order military, Sirs.
Ha. That's well remember'd most compleat Lieutenant.
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