Globe Theatre.

THE BEEFEATER. Plague on her! She gave me two only.

THE MAN. _[detaching a tablet]_ My friend: present this tablet, and
you will be welcomed at any time when the plays of Will Shakespear are
in hand. Bring your wife. Bring your friends. Bring the whole
garrison. There is ever plenty of room.

THE BEEFEATER. I care not for these new-fangled plays. No man can
understand a word of them. They are all talk. Will you not give me a
pass for The Spanish Tragedy?

THE MAN. To see The Spanish Tragedy one pays, my friend. Here are
the means. _[He gives him a piece of gold]._

THE BEEFEATER. _[overwhelmed]_ Gold! Oh, sir, you are a better
paymaster than your dark lady.

THE MAN. Women are thrifty, my friend.

THE BEEFEATER. Tis so, sir. And you have to consider that the most
open handed of us must een cheapen that which we buy every day. This
lady has to make a present to a warder nigh every night of her life.

THE MAN. _[turning pale]_ I'll not believe it.

THE BEEFEATER. Now you, sir, I dare be sworn, do not have an
adventure like this twice in the year.