Laun. I would ye had seen it handled
Last night Sir, as we handled it: cap à pe,
Footra for leers, and learings; O the noise,
The noise we made.
Seb. Good, good.
Lan. The windows clattering
And all the Chambermaids in such a whobub,
One with her smock half off, another in hast
With a serving-mans hose upon her head.
Seb. Good still.
Lan. A fellow railing out of a loop-hole there,
And his mouth stopt with durt.
Lan. Here one of our heads broke.
Seb. Excellent good still.
Lan. The Gentleman himself, young M. Thomas,
Inviron'd with his furious Myrmidons
The fiery Fidler, and my self; now singing,
Now beating at the door, there parlying,
Courting at that window, at the other scalling
And all these several noises to two Trenchers,
Strung with a bottom of brown thred, which show'd admirable.
Seb. There eat, and grow again, I am pleas'd.