I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now into my hand by an under-skinker, one that never spake other English in his life than 'Eight shillings and sixpence' and 'You are welcome,' with this shrill addition, 'Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint of bastard in the Half-Moon,' or so. But, Ned, to drive away the time till Falstaff come, I prithee, do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do thou never leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale to me may be nothing but 'Anon.' Step aside, and I'll show thee a precedent. Francis! Thou art perfect. Francis! Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph. Come hither, Francis. My lord? How long hast thou to serve, Francis? Forsooth, five years, and as much as to-- Francis! Anon, anon, sir. Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it a fair pair of heels and run from it? O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in England, I could find in my heart. Francis! Anon, sir. How old art thou, Francis? Let me see--about Michaelmas next I shall be-- Francis! Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord. Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, wast't not? O Lord, I would it had been two! I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it. Francis! Anon, anon. Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis; or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis! My lord? Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button, not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,-- O Lord, sir, who do you mean? Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink; for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much. What, sir? Francis! Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call? What, standest thou still, and hearest such a calling? Look to the guests within. My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are at the door: shall I let them in? Let them alone awhile, and then open