_Enter_ Bartolus, Algazeirs, _and a_ Paratour.
_The Table set out and stools_.
_Bar_.
You are well enough disguiz'd, furnish the Table,
Make no shew what ye are, till I discover:
Not a soul knows ye here: be quick and diligent,
These youths I have invited to a Breakfast,
But what the Sawce will be, I am of opinion
I shall take off the edges of their Appetites,
And grease their gums for eating heartily
This month or two, they have plaid their prizes with me,
And with their several flurts they have lighted dangerously,
But sure I shall be quit: I hear 'em coming.
Go off and wait the bringing in your service,
And do it handsomely: you know where to have it.
_Enter_ Milanes, Arsenio, Lopez, Diego.
Welcom i' Faith.
_Ars_.
That's well said, honest Lawyer.
_Lop_.
Said like a neighbour.
_Bar_.
Welcom all: all over,
And let's be merry.
_Mil_.
To that end we came Sir,
An hour of freedome's worth an age of juglings.
_Die_.
I am come too Sir, to specifie my Stomach
A poor reteiner to your worships bountie.
_Bar_.
And thou shalt have it fill'd my merry _Diego_,
My liberal, and my bonny bounteous _Diego_,
Even fill'd till it groan again.
_Die_.
Let it have fair play,
And if it founder then.--
_Bar_.
I'le tell ye neighbours,
Though I were angry yesterday with ye all,
And very angry, for methought ye bob'd me.
_Lop_.
No, no, by no means.
_Bar_.
No, when I considered
It was a jest, and carried off so quaintly,
It made me merry: very merry, Gentlemen,
I do confess I could not sleep to think on't,
The mirth so tickled me, I could not slumber.
_Lop_.
Good mirth do's work so: honest mirth,
Now, should we have meant in earnest--
_Bar_.
You say true neighbour.
_Lop_.
It might have bred such a distast and sowrness,
Such fond imaginations in your Brains, Sir,
For things thrust home in earnest.--
_Bar_.
Very certain,
But I know ye all for merry waggs, and ere long
You shall know me too in another fashion,
Though y'are pamper'd, ye shall bear part o'th' burthen.
_Enter_ Amaranta, _and_ Leandro.
Come wife; Come bid 'em welcom; Come my Jewel:
And Pupil, you shall come too; ne're hang backward,
Come, come the woman's pleas'd, her anger's over,
Come, be not bashfull.
_Am_.
What do's he prepare here?
Sure there's no meat i'th' house, at least not drest,
Do's he mean to mock 'em? or some new bred crotchet
Come o're his brains; I do not like his kindness:
But silence best becomes me: if he mean foul play,
Sure they are enough to right themselves, and let 'em,
I'le sit by, so they beat him not to powder.
_Bar_.
Bring in the meat there, ha? Sit down dear neighbour,
A little meat needs little Complement,
Sit down I say.
_Am_.
What do you mean by this Sir?
_Bar_.
Convey away their weapons handsomely.
_Am_.
You know there's none i'th' house to answer ye,
But the poor Girle; you know there's no meat neither.
_Bar_.
Peace and be quiet; I shall make you smoak else,
There's men and meat enough, set it down formally.
_Enter_ Algazeirs, _with dishes_.
_Am_.