Lit. Win, have patience, Win, I’ll tell you more anon.
[Exeunt, into the booth, Littlewit, Mrs. Littlewit, Busy, and Purecraft.
Knock. Mooncalf, entertain within there, the best pig in the booth, a pork-like pig. These are Banbury-bloods, o’ the sincere stud, come a pig-hunting. Whit, wait, Whit, look to your charge.
[Exit Whit.
Busy. [within.] A pig prepare presently, let a pig be prepared to us.
Enter MOONCALF and URSULA.
Moon. ’Slight, who be these?
Urs. Is this the good service, Jordan, you’d do me?
Knock. Why, Urse, why, Urse? thou’lt have vapours i’ thy leg again presently, pray thee go in, it may turn to the scratches else.
Urs. Hang your vapours, they are stale, and stink like you! Are these the guests o’ the game you promised to fill my pit withal to-day?