Enter Haunce and Gload drunk; Haunce seeing them, offers to go out again.
Glo. Hold, hold, Sir, why do you run away?
Hau. Thou Fool, dost not see the Reason?
Glo. I see a Man and a Lady, Sir.
Hau. Why, you Coxcomb, they are Lovers;
Or some that are going to do the deed of Love.
Ant. How! Men here? Your Business.
Hau. Prithee, Friend, do not trouble your self with ours, but follow your own; my Man is a little saucy in his Drink indeed, but I am sober enough to understand how things go.
Ant. Leave us then.
Hau. Leave us then—good Words, good Words, Friend; for look ye, I am in a notable Humour at present, and will be intreated.