The New Inn. Act 4. Scene 1.

Jug, Barnabe, Jordan.

O Barnabe!     Jor. Welcome, Barnabe? Where hast thou been?
Bar. I' the foul weather.
Jug. Which has wet thee, Ban.
Bar. As dry as a chip! Good Jug, a cast o' thy Name,
As well as thy Office: two Jugs!
Jug. By and by.
Jor. What Lady's this thou hast brought here?
Bar. A great Lady!
I know no more; one that will try you, jordan.
Shee'll find your Gage, your Circle, your Capacity.
How do's Old Staggers the Smith, and nTree the Sadler?
Keep they their Penny-Club still?
Jor. And th' old Catch too,
Of whoop barnaby.     Bar. Do they sing at me?
Jor. They are reeling at it the Parlour now.
Bar. I'll to 'em: Gi' me a drink first.
Jor. Where's thy Hat?
Bar. I lost it by the way -- Gi' me another.
Jug. A Hat?     Bar. A drink.
Jug. Take heed of taking cold, Ban --
Bar. The wind blew't off at High-gate, and my Lady
Would not endure me light to take it up,
But made me drive bare-headed i' the Rain.
Jor. That she might be mistaken for a Countess?
Bar. Troth, like enough! She might be an ore-grown Dutchess,
For ought I know.
Jug. What! with one Man!     Bar. At a time,
They carry no more, the best of 'em.
Jor. Nor the bravest.
Bar. And she is very brave!
Jor. A stately Gown!
And Petticoat, she has on!
Bar. Ha' you spy'd that, Jordan?
You are a notable Peerer, an old Rabbi,
At a Smocks-hem, Boy.
Jug. As he is Chamberlain,
He may do that by his Place.
Jor. What's her Squire?
Bar. A toy, that she allows Eight Pence a day.
A slight Man-net, to port her up and down.
Come, shew me to my Play-fellows, Old Staggers,
And Father tree.
Jor. Here, this way, Barnabe.