Hi. Carinus.
Ca. Nay, Hilary.
Le. But I see here's Margaret coming upon us of a sudden, she's bringing I know not what Dainties.
Hi. If she does so, my Fury'll do more than I thought she'd do. What hast brought us?
Ma. Mustard-Seed, to season your Sweet-Meats. An't you ashamed to stand prating here till I can't tell what Time of Night? And yet you Poets are always reflecting against Womens Talkativeness.
Cr. Margaret says very right, it is high Time for every one to go Home to Bed: At another Time we'll spend a Day in this commendable Kind of Contest.
Hi. But who do you give the Prize to?
Cr. For this Time I allot it to myself. For no Body has overcome but I.
Hi. How did you overcome that did not contend at all.
Cr. Ye have contended, but not try'd it out. I have overcome Marget, and that is more than any of you could do.