Part 16 (1/2)

SIR RAPH.

Call mine host Blague hither!

CHAMB.

I will send one over to see if he be up; I think he be scarce stirring yet.

SIR RAPH.

Why, knave, didst thou not tell me an hour ago, mine host was up?

CHAMB.

Aye, sir, my Master's up.

SIR RAPH.

You knave, is a up, and is a not up? Dost thou mock me?

CHAMB.

Aye, sir, my M. is up; but I think M. Blague indeed be not Stirring.

SIR RAPH.

Why, who's thy Master? is not the Master of the house thy Master?

CHAMB.

Yes, sir; but M. Blague dwells over the way.

SIR ARTHUR.

Is not this the George? Before G.o.d, there's some villany in this.

CHAMB.

Sfoot, our signs removed; this is strange!

[Exeunt.]

SCENE II. The George Inn.

[Enter Blague, trussing his points.]

BLAGUE.

Chamberlen, speak up to the new lodgings, bid Nell look well to the baked meats.

[Enter Sir Arthur and Sir Raph.]

How now, my old Jenerts bauke my house, my castle? lie in Waltham all night, and not under the Canopy of your host Blague's house?

SIR ARTHUR.

Mine host, mine host, we lay all night at the George in Waltham; but whether the George be your fee-simple or no, tis a doubtful question: look upon your sign.

HOST.

Body of Saint George, this is mine overthwart neighbour hath done this to seduce my blind customers. I'll tickle his Catastrophe for this; if I do not indite him at next a.s.sisses for Burglary, let me die of the yellows; for I see tis no boot in these days to serve the good Duke of Norfolk. The villanous world is turned manger; one Jade deceives another, and your Ostler plays his part commonly for the fourth share.

Have we Comedies in hand, you wh.o.r.eson, villanous male London Letcher?

SIR ARTHUR.