Sor. Good Sir, no more pity. [Exeunt.
Enter Tony, three Citizens, and three Wives.
1 Wife. Good Master Tony, put me in.
Tony. Where do you dwell?
1 Wife. Forsooth, at the sign of the great Shoulder of Mutton.
Ton. A hungry man would hunt your house out instantly,
Keep the Dogs from your door; Is this Lettice Ruff your
Husband? a fine sharp sallet to your sign.
2 Wife. Will you put me in too?
3 Wife. And me, good Master Tony.
Tony. Put ye all in? you had best come twenty more; you
Think 'tis easie, a trick of legerdemain, to put ye all in,
'Twould pose a fellow that had twice my body,
Though it were all made into chines and fillets.
2 Wi. Put's into th' wedding, Sir, we would fain see that.