Ben Jonson — The New Inn. Act 4. Scene 1.

                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.