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SCENE II.
Enter Prodigalitie, Postilion, Hoste.Prod.
Postilion, stay, thou drugst on like an Asse.
Lo, here's an Inne, which I cannot well passe:
Here will we bayte, and rest our selues a while.
Post.
Why sir, you haue to goe but sixe small mile.
The way is faire, the moone shines very bright,
Best now goe on, and then rest for all night.
Prod.
Tush, Postil, faire or foule, or farre or neere,
My wearie bones must needes be rested here.
Post.
Tis but a paltry Inne, there's no good cheare:
Yet shall you pay for all things passing deare.
Prod.
I care not for all that: I loue mine ease.
Well, Sir, a Gods name then, doe what you please:
Prod.
Knock then at the gate.
Post.
Ho, who's at home? rip, rap.
hostler, chamberlaine, tapster.
Ho, take in Gentlemen. rip, rap.
knaue, slaue, host, hostis, ho.
What, is there none that answeres? Tout a la mort?
Sir, you must make entrance at some other port:
For heres no passage.
Prod.
No? let mee come, Ile knock a little harder.
Here must I inne, for sure I will no farder:
rip, rap, rap, rap.
Ho, who dwelles here?
rip, rap, rap.
Ile call on the women another
while. Ho Butter-wench, Dairy-mayd, Nurse, Laundresse, Cook,
host, hostis, any body, ho?
Host.
Whostere?
Prod.
Vp, sir, with a horse night-cap: what, are ye all in a drunken
dreame? can ye not heare?
Post.
Not a word more: hee is fast asleepe againe, I feare: what ho?
Host.
How now?
Prod.
How now? now the deuill take thee. Can calling, nor knocking,
nor nothing awake thee?
Host.
Now sir, what lacke ye?
Prod.
Lodging.
Host.
What are you?
Post.
Gentlemen: seest thou not?
Host.
Whence come ye?
Prod.
What skils that? open the gate.
Host.
Nay, soft a while, I am not wont so late
To take in ghests; I like ye not: away.
Prod.
Nay, stay awhile, mine host, I pray thee stay,
Open the gate, I pray thee heartily,
And what we take, we will pay thee royally.
Host.
And would ye haue lodging then?
Prod.
Yea rather then my life.
Host.
Then stay a while, ile first goe aske my wife.
Prod.
Nay, nay, send her rather to me:
If she be a pretty wench, we shall soone agree.
Post.
Now a bots on him and his wife both for me.
Then you would haue lodging, belike sir?
Prod.
Yea, I pray thee come quickly.
Host.
What's your name, and please you?
Prod.
Prodigalitie.
Host.
And will you indeed spend lustily?
Prod.
Yea that I will.
Host.
And take that ye finde, patiently?
Prod.
What els?
Host.
And pay what I aske, willingly?
Prod.
Yea, all reckonings, vnreasonably.
Host.
Well, goe to, for this once I am content to receyue
ye: come on, sir, I dare say, you are almost wearie.
Prod.
Thou maist sweare it.
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