Knock. How now, Whit! close vapours, stealing your leaps! covering in corners, ha!
Whit. No, fait, captain, dough tou beesht a vishe man, dy vit is a mile hence now. I vas procuring a shmall courtesie for a woman of fashion here.
Mrs. Over. Yes, captain, though I am a justice of peace’s wife, I do love men of war, and the sons of the sword, when they come before my husband.
Knock. Say’st thou so, filly? thou shalt have a leap presently, I’ll horse thee myself, else.
Urs. [within.] Come, will you bring her in now, and let her take her turn?
Whit. Gramercy, good Ursh, I tank de.
Mrs. Over. Master Overdo shall thank her.
[Exit.
Re-enter URSULA, followed by LITTLEWIT, and Mrs. LITTLEWIT.