Waspe. Hoyday, he’s at work in his doublet and hose! do you hear, sir, are you employ’d, that you are bare-headed and so busy?
Cokes. Hold your peace, Numps; you have been in the stocks, I hear.
Waspe. Does he know that! nay, then the date of my authority is out; I must think no longer to reign, my government is at an end. He that will correct another must want fault in himself.
Winw. Sententious Numps! I never heard so much from him before.
Leath. Sure master Littlewit will not come; please you take your place, sir; we’ll begin.
Cokes. I pray thee do, mine ears long to be at it, and my eyes too. O Numps, in the stocks, Numps! where’s your sword, Numps!
Waspe. I pray you intend your game, sir, let me alone.
Cokes. Well then, we are quit for all. Come, sit down, Numps; I’ll interpret to thee: did you see mistress Grace? It’s no matter, neither, now I think on’t, tell me anon.
Winw. A great deal of love and care he expresses!
Grace. Alas, would you have him to express more than he has? that were tyranny.