THE CONVERTED
867with a potle-pot, and stands aloofe off. 868Matheo. Saue you Gallants,
signior
Fluello exceedingly
869well met, as
I may
say.
870Flu. Signior
Matheo, exceedingly well met too, as I may
872Ma. And how fares my little prettie Mi
stris?
873Bell. Eene as my little pretie
seruant;
sees three court di
- 874shes before her, and not one good bit in them: how now?
875why the diuell
stand
st thou
so? Art in a trance?
876Ro. Yes for
sooth.
Bell Why do
st not
fil out their wine?
877Ro. For
sooth tis
fild out already: all the wine that the
sig
- 878nior has be
stowde vpon you is ca
st away, a Porter ranne a
879litle at me, and
so fac'
st me downe that
I had not a drop.
880Bel. Ime accurs'd to let
such a withered Artichocke faced
- 881Ra
scall grow vnder my no
se: now you looke like an old he
882cat, going to the gallowes: Ile be hangde if he ha not put vp
883the mony to cony-catch vs all.
884Ro. No truely for
sooth, tis not put vp yet.
885Bell. How many Gentlemen ha
st thou
serued thus?
886Ro. None but
fiue hundred, be
sides prentices and
seruing
-(men. 887Bel. Doe
st thinke
Ile pocket it vp at thy hands?
888Ro. Yes for
sooth,
I feare you will pocket it vp.
889Bel Fye, fye cut my lace good
seruant,
I shall ha the mo
- 890ther pre
sently,
Im'e
so vext at this hor
se-plumme.
891Flu. Plague, not for a
scald pottle of wine.
892Ma. Nay,
sweete
Bellafronte, for a little Pigs wa
sh.
893Cast. Here
Roger, fetch more, a mi
schance. Yfaith Ac
- 895Bell Out of my
sight, thou vngodly puritanical creature.
896Ro. For the tother pottle? yes for
sooth.
Exit. 897Bell. Spill that too: what
Gentleman is that
seruant your
899Ma. Gods
so a
stoole, a
stoole, if you loue me Mi
stris en
- 900tertaine this Gentleman re
spe
ctiuely, & bid him welcome.
901Bell. Hees very welcome, pray Sir
sit.
903Flu. Count
Hypolito, i
st not
? cry you mercie
signior, you
904walke here all this while, and we not heed you? let me be
- stow