University of Virginia Library

Scene 2.

Lovet.
Ferret. Host.
What's that? what's that?

Fer.
A buzzing of mine host
About a flye! a murmure that he has.

Host.
Sir I am telling your Stote here, Monsieur Ferret,
For that I heare's his name) and dare tell you, Sir,
If you haue a minde to be melancholy, and musty,
There's Footmans Inne, at the townes end, the stockes,
Or Carriers Place, at signe o'the broken Waine,
Mansions of State! Take vp your harbour there;
There are both flyes and fleas, and all variety
Of vermine, for inspection, or dissection.

Lov.
We ha set our rest vp here, Sir, i'your Heart.

Host.
Sir set your heart at rest, you shall not doe it:
Vnlesse you can be iouiall. Brayne o'man,
Be iouiall first, and drinke, and dance, and drinke.
Your lodging here, and wi'your daily dumps,
Is a mere libell 'gayn' my house and me;
And, then, your scandalous commons.

Lov.
How mine host?

Host.
Sir, they doe scandall me, vpo'the road, here
A poore quotidian rack o'mutton, roasted,
Drie, to be grated! and that driuen downe
VVith beare, and butter-milke, mingled together,
Or clarified whey, instead of Claret!
It is against my free-hold, my inheritance,
My Magna charta, Cor lætificat,
To drinke such balder dash, or bonny clabbee!
Gi'me good wine, or catholique, or christian,
Wine is the word, that glads the heart of man:
And mine's the house of wine, Sack, say's my bush,
Be merry, and drinke Sherry; that's my poêsie!
For I shall neuer ioy i'my light heart,
So long as I conceiue a sullen ghest,
Or any thing that's earthy!

Lov.
Humerous Host.

Host.
I care not if I be.

Lov.
But airy also,
Not to defraud you of your rights, or trench
Vpo'your priviledges, or great charter,
(For those are euery hostlers language now)
Say, you were borne beneath those smiling starres,
Haue made you Lord, and owner of the Heart.
Of the Light Heart in Barnet; suffer vs
Who are more Saturnine, t'enioy the shade
Of your round roofe yet.

Host.
Sir I keepe no shades
Nor shelters, I: for either Owles or Rere-mise.