Act 2 — SCENE IV.
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Credulous, Hearsay, Slicer; to them Sir Thomas Bitefig, Have-at-all, Caster, as to the Ordinary.
Cre. You're welcome, friends, as I may say—— Hear. You do forget—— Cre. That am a guest as well as you. Slicer. Most noble sons of fortune and of valour, You grace us with your presence: you must pardon Our small provision. Hear. No variety here, But you, most noble guests, whose gracious looks Must make a dish or two become a feast. Have. I'll be as free as 'twere mine own. Cas. Who thinks On anything that borders upon sadness, May he ne'er know what's mirth, but when others Laugh at his sullen wrinkles. Have. We will raise A noise enough to wake an alderman, Or a cast captain when the reck'ning is About to pay. Cre. Hang thinking; 'snigs, I'll be As merry as a pismire. Come, let's in. Slicer. Let's march in order military, sirs. Have. That's well remember'd, most complete lieutenant.
[Exeunt as to the Ordinary.