_Ars_.
We will be friends too.
_Mil_.
Nay Lawyer, you shall not fright us farther,
For all your devils we will bolt.
_Bar_.
I grant ye,
The Gentleman's your Bail, and thank his coming,
Did not he know me too well, you should smart for't;
Goe all in peace, but when ye fool next, Gentlemen,
Come not to me to Breakfast.
_Die_.
I'le be bak'd first.
_Bar_.
And pray ye remember, when ye are bold and merry,
The Lawyers Banquet, and the Sawce he gave ye.
_Jam_.
Come: goe along; I have employment for ye,
Employment for your lewd brains too, to cool ye,
For all, for every one.
_All_.
We are all your Servants.
_Die_.
All, all for any thing, from this day forward
I'le hate all Breakfasts, and depend on dinners.
_Jam_.