sometimes Adam, sometimes Benvolio, and anon the Ghost.

THE BEEFEATER. _[recoiling]_ A ghost! Angels and ministers of grace
defend us!

THE MAN. Well said, Master Warder. With your leave I will set that
down in writing; for I have a very poor and unhappy brain for
remembrance. _[He takes out his tablets and writes]._ Methinks this
is a good scene, with you on your lonely watch, and I approaching like
a ghost in the moonlight. Stare not so amazedly at me; but mark what
I say. I keep tryst here to-night with a dark lady. She promised to
bribe the warder. I gave her the wherewithal: four tickets for the
Globe Theatre.

THE BEEFEATER. Plague on her! She gave me two only.

THE MAN. _[detaching a tablet]_ My friend: present this tablet, and
you will be welcomed at any time when the plays of Will Shakespear are
in hand. Bring your wife. Bring your friends. Bring the whole
garrison. There is ever plenty of room.

THE BEEFEATER. I care not for these new-fangled plays. No man can
understand a word of them. They are all talk. Will you not give me a
pass for The Spanish Tragedy?

THE MAN. To see The Spanish Tragedy one pays, my friend. Here are
the means. _[He gives him a piece of gold]._

THE BEEFEATER. _[overwhelmed]_ Gold! Oh, sir, you are a better
paymaster than your dark lady.

THE MAN. Women are thrifty, my friend.

THE BEEFEATER. Tis so, sir. And you have to consider that the most
open handed of us must een cheapen that which we buy every day. This
lady has to make a present to a warder nigh every night of her life.

THE MAN. _[turning pale]_ I'll not believe it.

THE BEEFEATER. Now you, sir, I dare be sworn, do not have an
adventure like this twice in the year.

THE MAN. Villain: wouldst tell me that my dark lady hath ever done
thus before? that she maketh occasions to meet other men?

THE BEEFEATER. Now the Lord bless your innocence, sir, do you think
you are the only pretty man in the world? A merry lady, sir: a warm
bit of stuff. Go to: I'll not see her pass a deceit on a gentleman
that hath given me the first piece of gold I ever handled.

THE MAN. Master Warder: is it not a strange thing that we, knowing
that all women are false, should be amazed to find our own particular
drab no better than the rest?

THE BEEFEATER. Not all, sir. Decent bodies, many of them.

THE MAN. _[intolerantly]_ No. All false. All. If thou deny it,
thou liest.

THE B