Ben Jonson - The New Inn. Act 4. Scene 1. lyrics

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.