The Love-Chase

Charg.  What, hoa there!  Hoa, sirrahs!  More wine!  Are the knaves asleep?  Let not our guests cool, or we shall starve the till!  Good waiting, more than viands and wine, doth help to make the inn!—George!—Richard!—Ralph!—Where are you?

       [Enter George.]

       George.  Here am I, sir!

       Charg.  Have you taken in more wine to that company?

       George.  Yes, sir.

       Charg.  That’s right.  Serve them as quick as they order!  A fair company!  I have seen them here before.  Take care they come again.  A choice company!  That Master Waller, I hear, is a fine spirit—leads the town.  Pay him much duty.  A deep purse, and easy strings.

       George.  And there is another, sir;—a capital gentleman, though from the country.  A gentleman most learned in dogs and horses!  He doth talk wondrous edification:—one Master Wildrake.  I wish you could hear him, sir.

       Charg.  Well, well!—attend to them.  Let them not cool o’er the liquor, or their calls will grow slack.  Keep feeding the fire while it blazes, and the blaze will continue.  Look to it well!