I fear I keep that gentleman from serious thoughts.

There be those that wait for me in the cellar.
_Wood_.

Who are they?
_Drunken Man_.

Gentlemen, my good friends, Cleveland, Delaval, and Truby.

I know by this time they are all clamorous for me.
[_Exit singing._ _Wood._ This keeping of open house acquaints a man with strange companions.
_Enter, at another door, Three calling for_ HARRY FREEMAN.
Harry Freeman, Harry Freeman.
He is not here.