ESCALUS.
[To FROTH.] Where were you born, friend?
FROTH.
Here in Vienna, sir.
ESCALUS.
Are you of fourscore pounds a-year?
FROTH.
Yes, an't please you, sir.
ESCALUS.
So. — [To the CLOWN.] What trade are you of, sir?
CLOWN.
A tapster; a poor widow's tapster.
ESCALUS.
Your mistress' name?
CLOWN.
Mistress Overdone.
ESCALUS.
Hath she had any more than one husband?
CLOWN.
Nine, sir; Overdone by the last.
ESCALUS.
Nine! — Come hither to me, Master Froth. Master Froth, I would not
have you acquainted with tapsters: they will draw you, Master
Froth, and you will hang them. Get you gone, and let me hear no
more of you.
FROTH.
I thank your worship. For mine own part, I never come into any
room in a taphouse but I am drawn in.
ESCALUS.
Well, no more of it, Master Froth: farewell.
[Exit FROTH.]
— Come you hither to me, master tapster; what's your name, master
tapster?
