The workes of Beniamin Ionson

Act V. Scene VII.

CONSTABLE, OFFICERS, DRAVVERS.

To them.

LAy hold vpon this gallant, and pursue the rest.

FAST.

Lay hold on me, sir! for what?

CONS.

Mary, for your not here, sir, with the rest of your com∣panions.

FAST.

My riot! master Constable, take heed what you doe. CARLO, did I offer any violence?

CONS.

O, sir, you see he is not in case to answere you, and that makes you so paramptorie.

FAST.

Peremptorie, s'life I appeale to the drawers, if I did him any hard measure.

GEOR.

They are all gone, there's none of them will bee laid any hold on.

CONS.

Well, sir, you are like to answere till the rest can be found out.

FAST.

Slid, I appeare to GEORGE, here.

CONS.

Tut, GEORGE was not here: away with him to the Counter, sirs. Come, sir, you were best get your selfe drest somewhere.

GEOR.

Good lord, that master CARLO could not take heed, and knowing what a gentleman the knight is, if hee bee angrie.

DRAW.

A poxe on 'hem, they haue left all the meate on our hands, would they were choakt with it forme.

MACI.

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What, are they gone, sirs?

GEOR.

O, here's master MACILENTE.

MACI.

Sirha, GEORGE, doe you see that concealement there? that napkin vnder the table?

GEOR.

Gods so, signior FVNGOSO!

MACI.

Her's good pawne for the reckoning, bee sure you keepe him here, and Ice him not goe away till I come againe, though hee offer to dis∣charge all: Ile returne presently.

GEOR.

Sirrah, we haue a pawne for the reckoning.

DRAW.

What? of MACILENTE?

GEOR.

No, looke vnder the table.

FVNG.

I hope, all be quiet now: if I can get but forth of this street, I care not, masters, I pray you tell me, is the Constable gone?

GEOR.

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What? master FVNGOSO?

FVNG.

Was't not a good deuice this same of me, sirs?

GEOR.

Yes saith; ha' you beene here all this while?

FVNG.

O god, I▪ good sir, looke, and the coast be cleere, I'ld faine be going.

GEOR.

Al's cleere, sir, but the reckoning; and that you must cleare, and pay before you goe, I assure you.

FVNG.

I pay? Slight, I eate not a bit since I came into the house, yet.

DRAW.

Why, you may when you please, sir, 'tis all readie below, that was bespoken.

FVNG.

Bespoken? not by me, I hope?

GEOR.

By you, sir? I know not that: but 'twas for you, and your companie, I am sure.

FVNG.

My companie? S'lid, I was an inuited guest, so I was.

DRAW.

Faith, we haue no thing to doe with that, sir, they're all gone but you, and we must be answer'd; that's the short and the long on't.

FVNG.

Nay, if you will grow to extremities, my masters, then would this pot, cup, and all were in my belly, if I haue a crosse about me.

GEOR.

What, and haue such apparell? doe not say so, signior, that mightily discredits your clothes.

FVNG.

As I am an honest man, my taylor had all my monie this mor∣ning, and yet I must be faine to alter my sute too: good sirs, let me goe, 'tis friday night, and in good truth I haue no stomacke in the world, to eate a∣nie thing.

DRAW.

That's no matter, so you pay, sir.

FVNG.

Pay? gods light, with what conscience can you aske me to pay that I neuer dranke for?

GEOR.

Yes, sir, I did see you drinke once.

FVNG.

By this cup, (which is siluer) but you did not, you doe mee infinite wrong, I look't in the pot once, indeed, but I did not drinke.

DRAW.

Well sir, if you can satisfie our master, it shall bee all one to vs. (by and by.)

GREX.

CORD.

Lose not your selfe now signior.