provided clean chamber-pots. Via, they come!

[Enter Sir Richard Mounchesney, Sir Raph Jerningham, young
Frank Jerningham, Raymond Mounchesney, Peter Fabell, and
Bilbo.]

HOST.
The destinies be most neat Chamberlains to these swaggering
puritans, knights of the subsidy.

SIR MOUNCHESNEY.
God a mercy, good mine host.

SIR JERNINGHAM.
Thanks, good host Blague.

HOST.
Room for my case of pistolles, that have Greek and Latin
bullets in them; let me cling to your flanks, my nimble
Giberalters, and blow wind in your calves to make them swell
bigger. Ha, I'll caper in mine own fee-simple; away with
puntillioes and Orthography! I serve the good Duke of
Norfolk. Bilbo, Titere tu, patulae recubans sub tegmine fagi.

BILBO.
Truly, mine host, Bilbo, though he be somewhat out of fashion,
will be your only blade still. I have a villanous sharp
stomach to slice a breakfast.

HOST.