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PlSC. That it may soon be ; for Ashborn has, which is a 

 kind of a riddle, always in it the best malt, and the worst 

 ale in England. Come, take away, and bring us some pipes, 

 and a bottle of ale, and go to your own suppers. Are you 

 for this diet, Sir ? 



VlAT. Yes, Sir, I am for one pipe of tobacco ; and I per- 

 ceive yours is very good by the smell. 



PlSC. The best I can get in London, I assure you. But, 

 Sir, now you have thus far complied with my designs as to 

 take a troublesome journey into an ill country, only to satisfy 

 me, how long may I hope to enjoy you ? 



VlAT. Why, truly, Sir, as long as I conveniently can ; and 

 longer, I think, you would not have me. 



PlSC. Not to your inconvenience by any means, Sir : but 

 I see you are weary, and therefore I will presently wait on 

 you to your chamber, where take counsel of your pillow, 

 and to-morrow resolve me. Here, take the lights ; and pray 

 follow them, Sir. Here you are like to lie ; and now I have 

 showed you your lodging, I beseech you, command anything 

 you want, and so I wish you good rest. 



VlAT. Good night, Sir. 



