Mal. The dull sides of a Beare I kickt.
I know how you rid, Lady Nan.
Mrs. Gen. Ha, ha, ha, upon the knave my man.
Rob. A murrein take you, I am sure my hoofes payd for't.
Boy. Meat lie there, for thou hast no taste, and drinke there, for thou hast no relish, for in neither of them is there either salt or savour.
All. Pull for the posset, pull.
Robin. The brides posset on my life, nay if they come to their spoone meat once, I hope theil breake up their feast presently.
Mrs. Gen. So those that are our waiters nere,
Take hence this Wedding cheere.
We will be lively all,
And make this barn our hall.
Gooddy Dick. You our Familiers, come.
In speech let all be dumbe,
And to close up our Feast,
To welcome every gest
A merry round let's daunce.
Meg. Some Musicke then ith aire
Whilest thus by paire and paire,
We nimbly foot it; strike.
Musick.