[Exeunt.



SCENE II.-A Room in Lupus's House.
Enter Lupus, HISTRIO, and Lictors.


Tuc. Do, do: stay, there's a drachm to purchase ginger-bread for
thy muse.

Lup. Come, let us talk here; here we may be private; shut the door,
lictor. You are a player, you say.

Hist. Ay, an't please your worship.

Lup. Good; and how are you able to give this intelligence?

Hist. Marry, sir, they directed a letter to me and my fellow--
sharers.

Lup. Speak lower, you are not now in your theatre, stager:--my
sword, knave. They directed a letter to you, and your
fellow-sharers: forward.

Hist. Yes, sir, to hire some of our properties; as a sceptre and
crown for Jove; and a caduceus for Mercury; and a petasus--
[Reenter Lictor.
Lup. Caduceus and petasus! let me see your letter. This is a
conjuration: a conspiracy, this. Quickly, on with my buskins: I'll